Pulling me into your universe
Holding me hostage there
Only surviving as caged bird
Teal feathers float in despair
Onyx smile still haunts now
Grateful for future green days
Raping my heart the silver sound
A little cliche amethyst masquerade
Painting purple powerful poses
Hostage of your drug overdoses
Categories:
overdoses, abuse, addiction, angst, bird,
Form: Acrostic
Being fed when corrupt
agents gather junk sick
fentanyl addicts functioning
only by giving false confusion
in exchange for a cup of
coffee at Denny’s bus tickets
from Alabama to Nashville
to Chicago where informants
are being tossed in front of
moving cars faceless
unrecognisable finally the
ultimate what’s in the box
it’s a human skull on a sidewalk
trick of treat jay Townsend
Johnson Henry swooning
Special agent Paula Brand
where does it all end increase
in fentanyl overdoses deaths
in Chicago being FED rat poison
Suffocating fear envy and denial
stop exploiting mentally Ill fentanyl
addicts homeless hoarders in Chicago
Have a happy Halloween check all
your candy for fentanyl
Categories:
overdoses, allah,
Form: Masnavi
So many people go out of their way to help our fellow human beings
The people who work at our food banks volunteer their time behind the scenes
Our healthcare workers help to keep us alive
The scientists who find cures to diseases that will help us survive
The first responders who respond to drug overdoses or are out there fighting crime
People who clean up our beaches in their own free time
The courteous drivers who stop to allow you to enter the road
How about the people who just help out in the kitchen without being told
The adults who devote their time to coaching your children
Or how about the citizens who donate to help fill those charity boxes to the brim
So who is the big winner, I will let you decide
Go out and help someone out,it's a sense of pride
Categories:
overdoses, appreciation, life,
Form: Rhyme
A Cry From a Server
We stand on our feet for 12 hours for you.
We provide you with delicious sustenance.
We support your industry and innovation at the cost of our physical health.
We rescue you from drug overdoses and alcohol abuse when locked up in the bathroom.
We put out fires when you have lit them.
We keep the floors clean and dry for you when the rain comes sweeping down.
We unclog toilets when you decide not to flush.
We accept abuse from those above us.
We are forced to be silent of your daily sexual harassment to us.
We sacrifice our happiness for you.
We spend more time on our knees praying than hugging our children.
We are uncertified therapists.
We are lost opportune artists.
We are filled with skills, abilities, and dreams.
With all that we do,
All that we serve,
You still don’t find us worthy of a living wage.
What more can we do?
What amount of pleas would be sufficient?
For you to think we’re good enough.
We are restaurant workers.
Categories:
overdoses, abuse, america, appreciation, class,
Form: Free verse
We accept tornadoes here,
expect them, tick them off
as they pass by like demon dreidels.
Usually they are not a big deal
unless they are.
Spring culls its little lambs
in all sorts of ways.
The murder rate in Chicago
climbs ever higher
until the city prays for more snow.
Folks in their privileged trailer parks
get rolled like dice.
A pressing need for body bags
creates work for some.
The addicted and dying oblige
as best they can.
It’s all a small town hush
unless a celebrity overdoses
then distraught, the news is spread
from parlor to parlor.
Shooting-up on the streets
is a recreational choice for those
who camp-out in Cleveland and Dayton.
Meanwhile birds keep singing,
Spring flowers struggle to bloom
squeezed as they are
between such climatic collisions.
We hear the roar and rumble
of funnels turning upon themselves
as they twist the nights away.
Categories:
overdoses, poetry,
Form: Free verse
the fiber optic cables are swollen with grief
blood clots the airwaves
faces beyond despair stare from half a world away
newsprint is smudged with the tears it’s reporting
the world’s absurdity
nature’s cruelty
man’s depravity
all in high-resolution overdoses of reality
there are too many claims on my sympathy
too much need for the morphine of apathy
to preserve my faith in humanity
I have to ration my pity
stop my ears
turn away from the carnage
lest my heart grow cold faster than the bodies
so I exchange the funereal for the farcical
take sabbaticals from the news
and seek refuge in the world of Pixar
Categories:
overdoses, faith, humanity, sad, senses,
Form: Free verse
Life is like a rainbow
Take it slow
And enjoy the show
No need to rush
The end will be here soon enough
The day has begun
Try making it a good one
Soak up the sun
Relax and have lots of fun
Breathe in that fresh air
There’s no place I’d rather be than here
Take time to smell the roses
As we have lost too many to overdoses
Enjoy what little time we have here
For soon enough the end is near
So do your part
And find it in your heart
To love one another
As if they were your brother
Categories:
overdoses, inspiration, rainbow,
Form: Rhyme
DISAFFECTION
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares...
This is society's news I'm reading,
Disaffection and tales of lemmings,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Homeless youth, street sleeping,
Drug overdoses away they're sweeping,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
School leavers, forever unemployed,
Dystopia is being deployed,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Drug ravaged teens,
Rapes and stabbing their scenes,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Disaffection is poverty and crime,
Young armed robbers doing time,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
This is society's news I'm reading,
Anything else our nation could be doing?
To any politician,
Do any of you really care?
Maybe I'm talking to myself, my dears.
Categories:
overdoses, addiction, angst, change, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Januari brings the glow, that
Makes the beech and filbert grow
February brings the rain, that
Warms our open pool again
March brings breezes hot and still, that
Make demand for doctors skill
April brings a brimstone heat, that
Scatters blisters on our feet
May brings lots of reddish tan,
Searing sun hurts where it can
June brings flies in overdoses, that
Fill the children’s eyes and noses
Hot July brings broiling hours, with
Scalding spots and singeing showers
August sun burns sheaves of corn and
Never harvest home is borne
Warm September brings the fruit,
Tropic species start to shoot
Brown October turns virescent
There you see what's Natures present
Dull November lives at last
Lets the leaves grow whizzing fast
Chill December’s obsolete
Freezer pop’s the Christmas treat
Categories:
overdoses, nature, parody, seasons, sun,
Form: Rhyme