Long Migraine Poems
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--A sentence to die for--
The air slices sharply
through a frigid migraine
with the putrid smell of bleach.
Shivering awake
with a ghastly chill
a soundless room stretches;
without even the chattering of teeth.
Wires twine with metal in bone
scraping intensity into pain
with every shudder of a whisper.
“Hello Clarice” - I can only think
with a distant giggle
and fond memory.
The ambience
of the fluorescence
shoots through my eyes
as they barely open
and for the first time ever,
experience shrapnel.
A sterile and dedicated place I am in.
The walls run deep with
blank canvas all around.
There is only room to write.
With no tongue or hand
or eye or pen they think
I am without?!
Feeding off the oppressed faculties
of every untold blush -
the words will never stop.
My mind is already caged…
and with beautiful potential.
I do not choose to die
nor do I envy this life
but I will direct my mannerisms
toward each day’s moral compass.
A survival code for every breath left;
however long this be my home.
The art of execution
remains both of ours to deliver.
This I know in my blood as
it is written on the walls-
"Well, Clarice -
have the lambs stopped screaming?"
--4/13/2017--
Unshackle my verse contest
"What if poetry was illegal?"
I want to say this everyone. Because I'm sure you know!
The most migraine-inducing problems are coming from places and habits
that are never suppose to give us trouble.
I want to save all my energy for a REAL problem!!
I cannot afford the patience or will not give my sanity to every inconvenience
that is suppose to make the simple things in life easy for us all!!
If you can just agree with me on then I won't mention that you
forgot to take notice of when you missed the solution to a problem when you didn't give the people who knew what to do, a way to call you.
Just remember that most of life's problems or in this case troubles, can always stick out from everything that is seen as simple.
Be it on the body, at work, or with love.
Humans are dots on a map
For system of geolocation
For the total control
And the calculation
Privacy, freedom is lost
Hacking their grouping dynamo
King Iguana Guantanamo
And satellite does the targeting
For politics geo and marketing
Analysis of atmosphere
Their the rich and their fear
Migration's migraine of the states
Many on TV debates
Opinions can be disproved
True argument requires the proof
UDHR lost appeal
Such associations aren't real
The naivete and naive
Messages they do receive
Evacuate all the rats
The intuition of bats
No solace evolving in space
This isn't the prison
It's base
For metaphors literate
Right should they have
Of no being unit strategic
The individual level is sad
Search for your soul you eejit
Blurry e-motion
Waiting on words;
Upheaval swirls
Meal time posture
Food court harvest;
Same old stuff
Chinatown fringe
Walkabout excursion;
Hot humid weather chokes
Word for word jazz
Relevance juxtaposed;
Poignant verse strains
Book store punctuates
Tucked in a corner;
Niched following
Verse genres ply
Moods and variations;
Starling change surprise
Clap books monochrome
Small print runs;
Modest readership circle
Works on offer
Book bargains tease;
Second-hand relevance
Simple repast
Eat when hungry;
Flexible meal duration
Migraine fatigue hits
Siesta to recharge;
Stop gap measure
Cash and carry
Shopping trip downtown;
Happy getaway
Tired eyes droop
Glare of noon day sun;
Sudden shower wets
Casual visitors
Impromptu discourse;
Catchup chit-chat
So much to say
Hourglass reprieve;
Abruptly cut short
Conversations hurl
Mid-afternoon visit;
Twenty years backlog squeezed
We style a smile
Catch-up with past wit;
Great mileage in minutes
Joy in swift passage
Touching bases now;
Moments in retreat
Leon Enriquez
13 June 2014
Singapore
Like heavy boots on empty streets
His harsh words rang in my ears.
Never has he been so very rude
Why did he my heart pierce?
The whole night I lay sleepless.
How much of tears I had shed.
Felt as if suddenly thrown on a desolate isle
With pain, my face was swollen and red.
Next morning seeing my puffed up face,
He asked so very concerned,
‘Did you have your usual migraine?
You look so tired and churned'
He seems to have forgotten all that he said
Gently applying balm on my forehead
In a tone of assurance, he said, "Don't worry
In no time all your pain will be fled"
Know, our tongue has the power to heal or mar.
Use it never as a sharp knife to tear.
So, check out each word before you utter.
Your words should always be words of love and care!
(Real Story)
It has been a dolorous and dreadful day
When my heart into shattered shards smashed
Knowing my sister was diagnosed with a tumor
Growing unnoticed n' unaddressed within her head
That gave her intense and instant headaches
Ascribing the symptoms to migraine
Which she was having for long
Painkillers and medicines were taken.
But her unease grew deadlier than before
Reaching a point she could no longer endure.
It was then an MRI was taken
And the tumor was surgically removed.
Now I stay with fingers crossed
To get a comforting pathology report
With hopes in my heaving heart,
Prayers in my trembling lips
And my eyes raised to Almighty God.
Will a happy news fall in my ears soon?
So, my deep dread will give way to hope
My pain, without delay, shall usher in joy
And the darkness blinding me will open to light.
Ever and anon, through smiles and giggles,
Through every twist and turn of life,
We were together like a pair of tweeny twins,
Prodding and prompting each other to move ahead.
All I want to hear is, it’s Meningioma, benign
Not likely to spread or cause serious harm
Her dear ones stay with fingers crossed
That a happy news, like the early beams of light
Shall filter through the thin curtain of their hearts,
Dispelling the hovering gloom and grief away.
Is it to lubricate and protect my eyes from your flow?
Or do you intend to bring out my joy, sorrow, and rage?
By your stream-like flow to others, you show my grief, I know.
A parrot in your cage, with chilies of care, I engage
What do I suffer from? Migraine? Obsessed teeth? Kidney stones?
Is endometriosis the cause of your constant pour?
Owing to my old age, is there brokenness in my bones?
Has Destiny dug in me her perpetual pain bore?
On the death of my mother, at my innocence, I smiled.
I knew my dad's death well. Lo! You, like a waterfall, fell.
Does this mean that consciousness or awareness, that's hill-piled?
Together with you, I've many a tailless tale to tell...
Everyone who sheds you says, 'I got relieved of my pain".
Who in life, yet, I don't know, wants to cry again... again...
As the business's closure loomed in the distance,
Anxiety gripped me tightly, a relentless insistence.
Late-night thoughts birthed migraines, a sleepless affair,
The shop had been more than a store; it was friendships we'd share.
Evenings converged, weekends embraced at the store's cozy nook,
I couldn't fathom it all disappearing with a single closing book.
But for a moment, a glimmer of hope did appear,
In a friend, not just any, but a love sincere.
She'd been the beacon, the reason I'd smile,
I believed she'd support me through any trial.
A shoulder to lean on, a hand to wipe tears,
Oh, how mistaken I was, as my heart faced its fears.
The calls turned silent, like a fading star's light,
Texts arrived tardily, replies devoid of their usual might.
Answers grew brief, disinterest reared its head,
My heart ached profoundly, but faith I still spread.
I grew a beard
while waiting for you
it looks more and more
like I'll never get through
My left ear was aching
I switched to my right
This perpetual holding
has no end in sight
I wish I'd have noticed
before such great cost
that your phone number spells out
800-GET-LOST
Though I pressed '1' for English
I am thinking now
pressing '12' for Braille
might work better somehow
My friends have all passed on
my children have grown
while I have been sitting here
holding this phone
Your toll-free number
is anything but
with pulse-pounding migraine
and a pain in my butt
Yes, I was clean shaven
when this number I called
but now I'm all wrinkled
and dammit I'm bald!
My bones they will find
still sitting right here
the telephone clenched
where once was my ear
And your endless recording
monotonous, dull
will be amplified through
my cold empty skull
Looking into her eyes I find myself thinking of her sister, imagining the pain they will both suffer when they grow older.
To think these girls will not find each other in life is ignorance, and to think they won’t resent those who made it impossible for them to be in each other’s lives is madness.
Fire begat flames
Soot coated remnants of family ties
Burned like a star
Silence encompasses the weary
I give you my strength child, though I do not know you.
I give you my sins, those that I do not owe you.
I feel your presence such as one feels tension in a hostile environment;
Such as one would feel a migraine
Such as one would feel pain from an amputated limb, a confusion of nerves
Such as one would feel love
Such as one would feel afraid
Such as one wouldn’t feel anything.