Long Laryngitis Poems
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maybe they just need some oinkment
when pigs get laryngitis
i suppose they feel somewhat disgruntled
english teacher's nightmair
observed in a book store:
"sale - all spelling workbooks 50% of!"
too much of a good thing
poetry teacher: "i can't say enough about not
saying too much"
paternal paradox
my grandfather once told me
"never trust anyone... trust me on this"
where the h am i?
to a dictionary editor
'h' is the middle of nowhere
such a critic
i tried that new restaurant on the moon
good food but no atmosphere
a pun further analysis
the bonfire sank my boat
you can't have your kayak and heat it too
Humor attribution: all humor found online and converted to monoku form by yours truly.
I once worked with a youth who had gingivitis
Twenty years younger yet she already had arthritis
Pretty enough in spite of her dermatitis
She so craved attention we all thought caused by meningitis
Winters seemed worse with time off due to bronchitis
Bouts in hospital for appendicitis and diverticulitis
Regularly like clockwork she came down with severe vacationitis
After each self-prescribed vacation she’d strangely suffer from moneyitis
She talked our ears off we kept hoping she’d get laryngitis
But no, it was only bursitis and colitis followed by gastritis
Ms. Black sure was high maintenance with her neurosis and neuritis
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Topics of conversation seem to change as we approach maturity.
As kids we talked of love - now it's lumbago and social security!
It once was enlightening to simply discuss the weather,
But now it's a litany of their ills when oldsters get together!
When a teen we bragged about that first voluptuous kiss.
Now all we can do is talk about such and lamentably reminisce!
Girls whispered amongst themselves and cast a furtive glance,
At the high school "hunk" pining for a torrid romance!
In our courting days, sweet talk we'd whisper in the other's ear.
Now it seems we must yell to be heard unlike in yesteryear!
As married folks we debated about money, bills and kids,
Exasperating table-pounding sessions where we'd flip our lids!
Seems that no matter where senior brethren congregate,
With each other their aches and pains they must enunciate,
Discussing the woes of arthritis, phlebitis and laryngitis,
Bronchitis, bursitis, gingivitis, dermatitis and gastritis!
I reckon I could simply say, "Gee, you're looking swell!"
Then perhaps upon these gloomy topics they might not dwell.
I enjoy repartee with folks about religion, politics and sports,
But talk of doom and gloom leaves me sorta outta sorts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
attractive available anguished armadillo
babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow
Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway
dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesday
eagle’s eager echoes edged eastward to eavesdrop
farsighted French fantasy fascinated a frenzied fop
Gaudy gauzy goose gathered green gingham in a glut
Handkerchief Hannah hid hairy harpoons in her high hut
Identical illusions ignored illustrious images on an iced cake
Jackal and jaguar jaywalked on Jersey Jet nicknamed Jake
Kindly kettledrum kangaroo captured Kansas kiwi and a kitten
Laryngitis Larry liberated long legged Lieutenant Litten
Macabre macaroni moved a muggy machete in the mail
Nomadic Neanderthal noticed nest hanging from nude nail
Old-fashioned omelet overbaked her overgrown tomatoes
Persnickety panda piled on plenty of posh potatoes
Quagmire’s quahog quizzed a questionable quake
Raccoon and rabbit wrestled a rattlesnake with a radish rake
Saber-toothed Sally sanctified Sudan’s soldiers with a salute
Tabernacle tabby tom tap danced with flute, violin and lute
Unskilled underwater sub was unstable and unreliable
Victory for vivacious Vivian, virtuous and viable
whimsical whales wished to be included in a Washington poem
'xact xerox of x-mas trees ‘xcited ‘xtra long xylophone
yen yielded yellow yaks which Yvonne used on bone
zealous zany zebu’s zipcode zinged into a new zesty zone
Sleepily the night's rain and morning fog
Click-clacked upon leaf covered ground from the eaves
Coating things even roosters' monologue
Saturating it heavily so tight like basket weave
One rooster sounds like has laryngitis
Maybe he's young one who just got his crow
Watch out you old roosters he might steal a kiss
And some hens from the hen house through hedge row
Fog rises over creek up sloping hill
Settles into the cracks and crevices
My joints, muscles, and heart giving a chill
Could be depressing but there are devices
Like trying to figure what sounds are played
In nature this wet morn, like dove or wren
Then the sound of something that's human made
Breaks the symphony of sounds that's been
Duty calls quietly need to change to daily chores
Life draws from me my time out on the porch
CIRCUMCISON-
Can’t image, imagine a cut off vision;
Eyes in tears, a placed hair;
Tween eye ball and a tear;
Circumcision
Circumcision is the spiritual and physical,
Removal of mankind’s fore sin,
Circumcision of the heart;
A sign of the covenant;
Circumcision
Between God and Abraham;
And every man signifies dedication,
Purification, unto God;
Circumcision
Sign of the Covenant;
Symbol of Purity and Separation;
"Circumcision of the Heart";
_______________________________
Words spoken once was thought
Laryngitis, dry throat can’t talk;
A paragraph cut down, to a sentence;
A sentence sliced to a phrase;
A phrase depicted dissected to a word now hazed;
All accompany to my surprise, can’t believe my eyes;
Adopted we share name not blood, yet we still be kin, human guised;
Adopted we share blood sinner;
Yet we still be kin, more than just fore Sin, foreskin;
We speak life, we smile we grin;
Evil people pollute the skies;
Tears run out my eyes, humanity circumcised;
Transition to New Covenant
Physical circumcision is not required for salvation.
That faith in Christ now fulfills this requirement,
The Holy Spirit in the heart replacing the physical cutting of the flesh
Evil people pollute the minds;
Tears run out my eyes, humanity ---circumcised;
2/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Communication
Talking, Singing, Dancing,
Writing, Drawing, Praying,
Signing, Listening, Seeing,
Reading, Cooing, Touching,
Bridges in a list few,
That allow One to Two.
Or Expansion of One,
If the Ability to Be Common,
Is Ever Shrunk, Compromised,
The Feelings Become Numb,
We are Un-Mistakenly Downsized!
Laryngitis, Soundless, Sightless,
Senseless, Absence of Hand-Eye 'Ation,
Robs Togetherness, Socialization,
Leaves Us Cast Out of the Nest,
Pilfers the Spirit of Essence,
Drastically Diminished & Lessened,
But Perhaps the Worst Singleness,
Is to be Alone in a Crowd,
Where They Choose Their Game,
Foreignly, Ours is Not the Same,
Then, Sidetracked On Our Own,
We Grow in Dishes Petri,
Rhythmically Communicating Poetry,
Layered Verse Reaffirming Terse,
Each Syncopation a Prayer,
Gratitude Individually Communed,
Catalyzing December to June!