You've got it made if you find shade
When it is hot and sunny,
For boiling rays can spoil your days
In ways that aren't funny.
Aside from sweat, you might just get
A dose of melanoma
Or lethargy, to some degree
Resembling a coma.
Yet with some luck, you won't be stuck
And you can find a bower
To keep you cool, or, like a fool,
Burn up within the hour.
A little lemon slice
To spritz upon the fish
There on a bed of rice
A tasty little dish
Presented to entice
A little lemon slice
Or oft it was a lime
Tequila splashed on ice
Hooray, it’s party time
I’m flush and feeling nice
A little lemon slice
A large glass of sweet tea
Some southern paradise
Refreshing as can be
Don’t have to ask me twice
A little lemon slice
Extracted from my neck
Is packaged up in ice
A melanoma check
I hope it will suffice
That evening trending grayer than the rest
He'd set out for the shore line's last request
Pre-cancer no one ever called him quitter
Prime of Life arrived melanoma bitter
If I had the power to change the world
I would make it blind to color, size, and race.
I would have people see each other’s spirits.
If we could see spirit instead of flesh
We would be able to see who glows the brightest
Who has the greater good in their heart.
We would not be divided by melanoma
We would not be prejudiced by body size or age
We would not be distracted or influenced by height or lack of
If I had the power to change the world
I would eliminate the bodies,
So we could concentrate on souls.
The venomous bite
Distant, but ever so bright
A nerve doth stricken
A heart so sickened
Melanoma like stature
A rapture like creature
Ruthless and mean
Cunning and keen
Held back three years
No cause full tears
Beatings and bruises
His torture confuses
The light now breaks
From what the bully takes
Fought back with friends
Now the bully defends
*comments welcomed and appreciated*
Too much sun
it has been a hot day the sun
is an enemy spying at me
through cracks in the curtains.
The sun has given me melanoma
Twice and now it tries again
To lure me outdoor.
Not this time Gonzales, I have
Learned my lesson, but my warnings
Go unnoticed.
Sporting a deep tan is in today
The deeper, the better, melanoma
Waits to strike.
wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
-
farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
-
wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
-
warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
-
inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
-
as fall approaches
swifts are well on their way
second brood blackbirds
-
hungry mosquitoes
human siestas a nap
insect repellent
-
sunbathing insects
flowerflies hovering free
mowers thrashing lawns
-
farmers cutting hay
a smell not forgotten
wildlife be afraid
-
sunbathers warning
cream up or suffer sunburn
worse melanoma
-
swifts immature
three years on the wing
unbelievable
-
sand martins nesting
adorning soft sandy clifts
freshwater skimmers
-
dragonflies masters
watch them fly backwards a thrill
kingfishers posing
-
super hot weather
droughts not good for wildlife
reprieved... thunderstorms
-
climate warming
both poles can't take the heat
humans all sweating
-
a countryside walk
on a warm sunlit day
foxes sunbathing
Myopic Microscopic
Microscopic myopic;
Melanoma Glaucoma;
Abnormalities.
Part of my wishes;
Song group became suspicious;
Serendipity.
Whippy da do die;
There must be another way,
My guitar to try.
Society boon
So started playing the tune;
Ended up on moon.
Moon is a sexist;
Man who you cannot resist;
Should add to Trump's list.
Ho ho Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Where the sun beats on dry cracking plains like an anvil. Where Winter’s frozen fingers strangle growth. Where sweaty shirts cling to mortal skin. Where humanity stands on a deserted beach, or waits in a crowded queue; that’s where we live.
Savour the moment
Hungrily consume essence
Let flavours explode
Biting Life’s experience
Expires quicker in sun
A melanoma in my fair skin
destroys my very dream
it leads me to screaming
then suddenly i'm crying
Fighting Cancer of the Skin
By Franklin Price
8/12/2015
Fighting cancer of the skin
for me is number one;
whether from the war in Vietnam,
genetics or the Sun.
Doesn't really matter
Operate to keep ahead:
basal , squamous carcinoma;
no melanoma I am glad.
Plus forty years contending.
Burn and freeze and take a stitch.
Not the most fun thing I've done.
In fact, it really is a *****.
Doesn't really matter.
Very glad I'm here to say,
“Life is great I'm glad I'm in it,
keeping the alternative away.”
I've got the best of wives,
family and friends that can't be beat,
a paid for house and car to drive,
and look at me; enough to eat.
Thanking God for all I have
Some may think it is not much
It's more than many others;
can still see, and hear, and touch
Still walking on my own two legs
Brain is working still some tact
No artificial anything
I'm so happy, that's a fact.
If not for skin, my health is great
Better than most, my age, I've seen
Not longing for the other side
On my side the grass is green.
Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile befriend
In state of denial, journey begins
Signs not to the human eye hidden
But worry has healthy mind forbidden
Asbestos, carbon dioxide, dioxin
Immune filters will certainly fend
Smoking, over eating, years of gin
Only near life's end wages will append
Per chance through pore seeps pathogen
To rally antibody troops always an antigen
Discolored figment under skin
Bright pigment from allergen
A red rash can dry with benzine
Yellowish splotch need carotene
Brownish bump harmless toxin
Black mole surely genetic origin
Benign cyst lacking needed vitamin
Purplish lesion can cure with Neosporin
Small lump only a gland that's swollen
Goiter rarely takes malignant spin
Substantial quadrants of hate
Throughout these veins circulate
Spiraling in frenzied states
Adrift an ailing coma
Infinite corruption clawed my corneas
Birthing the erasure of euphoria
Imprinting trademarks of memoria
Leaving in wake vile aromas
All confidence dissolved to solvents
Due to definitive involvement
Susceptible to gaunt installments
Marring my skin with melanoma
Mother Earth serves as a mime
Humanity must be refined
she couldn’t get a tan that would make the grade round prom time &
so off to the cancer cocoons she went,
cooking herself crisp &
as orange as barbecued chicken---
after the prom & all of the
comments on her appearance which
beef up her ego,
she decides that this look has to be the one that stays &
on & on
the routine continues throughout the year
cooking herself
until a perpetual nonhuman glow
emits from her body 24/7 &
at home, at night,
nobody needs a night light anymore,
because she can lead the way through the dark
like a light stick that has just been cracked
before being flung around at a rave---
inviting all the basal cell cancer, squamous cell
carcinoma & melanoma,
she goes to sleep displeased with her natural beauty,
bathed in a tangerine tint &
dreams of better days when she can walk in cali
with her head held high.
The Tanning Bed
By Elton Camp
Victoria wanted to get a healthy tan
So it was to the tanning bed she ran
It was there she learned of carcinoma
And all got worse, it was melanoma
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