Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
Categories:
lung, art, class, crazy, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
My window shut,
blocking Summer’s fierce gaze
and brown haze from distant flaming timbers.
One machine cools the room,
then my cats and I may nap.
Another, like a Vegas magician,
pulls gallons of water
from the air we breathe.
My window shut,
glazed by Winter’s cruel lick,
outside sheets of ice and broken branches.
Furnace air and a space heater
blanket us with dry heat.
Eyes itch, hands and heels crack,
another device weaves soothing water
into the air we breathe.
I met a man, years ago,
who lived inside an iron lung.
It did the work of breathing for him.
His hapless head stuck out one end
of what seemed a metal casket on wheels.
With cheeky laughter, he read everything
and used his mouth to write.
I crack open my window.
(published in “Boats Against the Current”, 2023)
Categories:
lung, environment, health, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse
These days, when I look at you
Fear transcends
Your heaviness
Your electric breathing
Your encompassing total body
You, the iron lung
Yes, now these days
Fear strikes out
against the childhood horrors
The endless nights of lone imaginings
The images that a fifties child bears
deep within the mind to get vaccinated.
You’re not alive and
You’re not after me, climbing my steps as you pant and
Respire
To enclose me
But you are here
Still
Taken in form but not fashion
Fear lurks within the covid halls of your anatomy
A journey in final dependency
That breathes so diligently for this centuries’
Infirmed
8/27/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18' Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Mark Toney
Categories:
lung, fear,
Form: Free verse
Thoughts which spark reaction
Induce an odd phenomena
Thrusted lung eruption
Humour honourer
Anomaly in everyday observation
Light hearted pleasure centre
Imput turned exclamation
Content connector
Brain's fondle with mouth colliding
Induces shoulder jump aerobics
Family repertoire tidings
Relaxed diagnostic
May laughter be thy frequented medicine
Imbibed each time tickled urge arrives
Flowing dosage free to everyone
Vital juice of elated lives
27th August 2020
Written for: Living It Up For Laughter
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
lung, angel, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Every time you light a cigarette
All you want to do is forget
Forget the past and the future
For years you've smoked away
You smoked and smoked and never quit
Suicide is that your thought?
Never thought once about your children
Whom lie there forever sleeping
Out there in the bitter cold
Without any coats on to keep them warm?
So what you've decided
Is to end it all right now,
You kept asking me if it's alright to
And my answer is always NO
NO it isn't alright to just decide to commit suicide
Too short of a life we have to live
And here you go and make it even shorter
By killing yourself you're killing a part of us too
Without realizing it you're gone
Before we can even save you
To watch you light a cigarette
And watch you smoke it
Would be to watch you slowly die
Right In Front Of My Eyes
Categories:
lung, death, life,
Form: Free verse
The Iron Lung
Haunting in the shadows from the Fifties' years
turning up for unexpected shock,
why does it recapture all my hidden fears,
whether having known its ways or not?
Panic pulsates deeply in the iron lung,
phobia that swells from feet to neck.
Man and machine working as a rhythmic one,
encasing all but head to chasten death.
Huge, steel, 800 pound, drum respirator,
imagine a hundred crowded in a room.
Many once depended on this life saver.
Without the giant monster, they’d be doomed.
The sight of it was used in cheap subversive ads
by a world so vile that scared some little kid
into receiving polio shots they had to have
or face the suffocating fate that others did.
Dark pictures live in furrows of my mind
with the onset of no other phobic blow.
The helpless sight of someone so confined
may be the frightful truth that vexes so.
8/13/17
Categories:
lung, childhood, fear,
Form: Quatrain
Descending down the spiral steps to hell;
Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow.
As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell;
Into the flames do I merrily go:
Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth
Before softened lips move closer t’wards I;
Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth -
My lungs become gills…her perfume is dry.
And as my squalid breath cries out for more
Some might proclaim of me that they’re aghast -
But does the ocean reach for sandy shore?
Such is the case.
As such:
My love is vast.
Thus, to the woman who still takes my breath -
My love will hold for you…until I’m held by death.
(I miss you)
---
1/29/2017
Categories:
lung, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
Even though she needs
to feel it between
her lips she won't
smoke those cancer
sticks because then
he'd be in her lungs.
Categories:
lung, depression, hurt, lost,
Form: Free verse
He carried the oxygen from one room to another but the smallest effort cost.
The air was fresh but the breath wouldn't catch and coughing.
He wondered how his plan was left unfulfilled.
He had used every human he had ever come in contact with.
And now after living with his sister and her husband for thirty years he was finished.
This was his life and the cough.
He sat stirring his coffee and ate a pastry with his tooth.
That was what he had one tooth and his famous cough.
He was a professional and his lung had quit.
No one had told him that the lung would do this but it had.
Most wouldn't believe he professionally coughed but the cough did.
And that is what mattered and smoking.
Smoking and waiting to die was all he had.
Lying in the hospital bed and staring at the tv screen.
The doctor said the cancer had moved into the lung.
He said that he wanted to run the test but medicare wouldn't pay for it.
Should have got that insured by Geico and wanting a cigarette.
This is a true story about my Uncle Charles who is alone but for my Mothrer ,Father and Me
Categories:
lung, funny, cancer,
Form: Light Verse
Incredibly hung ,
with the one bung lung,
And kidneys not quite a failing,
He went to the dentist ,
Tooth reefed out,
Sucked ciggys without inhaling.
The guys in the bar,
Sucked on cigars,
Checked him, the toilet, ha,
Were enthral led with ,
The girth n gift ,
“how come it are”
Said, “Wear no jocks,
Or stinking feet socks,”
Too big for the average shiela,
She took one quick look,
Went back to her book,
Said jam it in a jam jar.
Aha.
Don Johnson
watch out for the jammy jars,
plum jam or apricot good tuckers are,
but not 4 jamming Jimmy...ha,
not 4 jamming Jimbob...
Categories:
lung, adventure,
Form: Rhyme