Pathogens Poems

Leave and let live

Masters of War, Artist: Bob Dylan,
Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan,1963
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rifles, shotguns, LMGs
drones, satellites, AIs
bombs, missiles, pathogens

you  have improved
you  have improvised
you  target fire and forget

this is not planet 
for the living or for life
it is for the wicked

freaks take turns
for digging mass graves
soak earth with pure blood

stop mayhem, pay heed
there is no second chance
for earth or for you or for us

there is no second chance
once dead and for unborn
stop killing, leave and let live

Darkness over the land'

Its 9'30 monday morning U K time the skies around London are the
Grey of grime.' Its like in the evening', a somber scene i
Think its taken from 'middle earths book' the fellowship of
The ring.? As by mechanical means the sky is sown.' To
Drown us in gloom, these clouds are grown.' To deny real
Life..To cause the farmers strife.' I consider only sad beings, could envisage and plan such an innings' closing
Churches and pubs.' Which don.'t need the pre-fix of hubs.'
Yet there is great capicity in humanity..' innate intelligence
That will counter insanity.' Dr evil and the devil bankers real Sickos.'  Can only be the answer.' May the evil curse of
Pathogens enter into them and cover them, may no rest be given
Ever.' to these cretins of wicked endeavours.' May they be
Soundly mocked and forsaken. May their very  presence of mind
Be taken.' May every sickness be their portion.' May they
Be a lesson of morality and cause repair.' So to the Bible
Many will hearken to avoid their own souls being darkened.'

The Germs And The Bugs

The germs and the bugs and the viruses
Each of them fancied their chances
The microbes and pathogens all had a go
At giving me evil-eye glances

My bones they were aching, my temperature baking
And then there were chills that would see me a shaking
I thought I might rattle with pills I was taking
And if I dared speak then my larynx was quaking 

But you know and I know that ‘man flu’ is worse
Than anything ladies might lay down in verse
I knew this was true as I took to my bed
While my wife with her ‘girl flu’ was clearing the shed 

Her version of flu didn’t cause her to moan
When cleaning the kitchen, not one stifled groan
And even the vacuum, when she cleaned the floors
Did not make her wince, so she finished her chores

But I am a man and a fighter at heart
Against all bugs I’ll be the winner 
I said to my wife you should have a lie down…
As soon as you’ve finished the dinner.

Well…

I’m better but hungry, I’m feeling half starved
In fact I could eat a large horse
I got bugs that gave me an appetite halved
But now they’ve got me a divorce

Virus

airborne pathogens
fenced world out of kilter
impulse to Mars brews

















Haiku composed: August 21, 2020

The Flu That Flew Worldwide

We ponder what will be our fate
As Earth we over-populate.
More industry we generate
And agriculture propogate.
Many species we decimate
As Planet Earth we dominate.
Bigger cities we now create.
In high-rise blocks we concentrate.
Now pathogens grow at a rate
And fly worldwide to dissipate.
We ponder what will be our fate.

When the World Ran Out of Everything

when the world
ran out of
everything
hugs, handshakes and cuddles
were no more

there was COVID
the nineteenth offspring
of eighteen previous pathogens
a mutation for the nations

picket fences were gone
and even the plentiful
lacked
in embraces

a chicken stood a chance
hidden somewhere in the 
coops of a semi

red meat became 
Navy beans
overnight

freedom was
an endangered gift
where death rested on
the doorknob

love must be made 
within the limits 
of social distancing

and so, 
you miss the touch 
so preciously shared 
before the world ran out of 
caresses.

3/21/20

Virulence of Corona

A sudden wildfire engulfs the world.
Ephemeral flames keep burning untamed.
Contagious fumes  mire a cerulean spring,
as flying creepy carriers spread a turmoil.
Virulent pathogens entering airway of lungs 
behind veil of common cold, stares Death.
Fragile sick vessels can't battle pneumonia, 
hijacking cells , sieges a dangerous Corona.
No armaments to fight an army miniscule,
helpless kingdoms, are we powerful humans? 
Visages hide in hysteria of harrowing masks,
panic begging kindness, from unseen parasites. 
An invisible Godzilla empties crowded streets,  
as scrubbing soaps wash handshake greets.  

Return us our old days of contagious laughter.
Twinkle in those smiles, once called infectious.
Sick of a fortress life , wearied of quarantine pain,
let's live hand to mouth,  oh rich! make poor again!
Coughing and Sneezing, spare a nightmare of Flu
Let us breathe in unison again... 
a fearless hug saying, "I love you".



14th March 2020

Sponsor	Team PoetrySoup
Contest Name	Coronavirus COVID-19

The Lord of Antibiotics

The Lord Of Antibiotics
        Gentamicin Sulfate B.P
I bow before you O Lord Of Antibiotics
Your efficacy is proven against wide range of pathogens
Your marks out of hundred are one hundred tons
You come in different variety as colored lens
Your faith is firm and you are the best fighter
During Infectious Nights you are a lighter
Pneumonia fears you and Typhoid runs away
You are The Last Man standing on Hawke's Bay
You bashed cholera and kicked food poisoning
You are a prominent player who made record Inning
Best Of Luck and keep winning.
Note.Word bow is used literary.

Dirty Pig of Muck

What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.

But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust for food slaps!
'Tis where he tanks up the lack
'Tis a divan for his daily naps

He rolls in it with sheer fun and joy,
Swaps spit with inner pathogens
To him's as sweet as the delicacy of soy
And dirt seems excite no antigens

But fools we the lookers
Who hate the act but love the actor
We're the daytime chaplains an' night's hookers
Musing the worthier and fudging the obvious factor

Don't we rear 'em and keep them?
And butcher 'em for pork?
And for sale don't we adulate 'em like gem?
Then why dub 'em berk?

With us is the knowledge and power-
To keep and care for these pigs
We can give 'em genial scour
And see 'em as moral prigs

NB: Exclusively for pig lovers.
       Try to understand the natural meaning of this poem

Contamination

So much contamination
needs a close examination.

take a breath of radiation
or a toxic medication
select a name with aspartame
clean your car of acid rain
eat the food with preservatives
and other long letter additives
from the air-borne pathogens
to the many carcinogens
wipe off this and sanitize that
Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch
landfills loaded with human waste
trash mountains growing at rapid pace
fish lying dead from climate change
icebergs and coastlines rearranged
and now in our existence
is the practice of social distance

Contamination of all kinds
even pollution of our minds.

3/31/17

'STRAND no 700
Brian Strand, Sponsor

Born For

5/19/17


Things considered occult
Near and far from kids, teens and adults

Working with mulch 
Above a gulch
Had to turn into the Hulk
And catapult
Toward successful results
Then howl at the moon like a wolf
While in and out of gulfs


No good in being in poor form
Or disordered
Got to keep pushing forward
Above and below floorboards
Considered that there will always be more storms
Whether or not it is cold or warm
I just can't spend time in forlorn
Got to take care of business,  night or morn
Ready to fight for what I believe is right, with the skills of a warlord
Regardless of if it is what I was born for

Close and beyond traces of lanthanum
I'm coming through with an effective stratagem
Show you something truly masculine
Going full throttle pushing to the maximum
Among pathogens
And antigens
As well as vehicles with headlights that are halogen
When I see an animal or human struggling, I'll lend a hand and not abandon them

By: Dalton Ogletree

Sworn To Secrecy

First day on the job,
you took an oath to only tell lies
Had to sign a non-disclosure agreement,
before you got the Company suit-and-tie
You're CIA now,
sworn to secrecy
You're in the world of espionage,
living a 007 reality
Illegal arms dealers,
Mata Hari babes
Foreign rogue generals,
dark net cyber caches
Toss in a few drug cartels,
and everybody's getting paid
Everybody's getting spied on too,
electronic whispers homemade
You love your job,
truth be told, yet only under oath
But you dislike the party politics of it all,
though you like the sound
of hearing corrupt governments fall
You're CIA bred,
sworn to secrecy
You're in a world of covert spies,
living a James Bond reality
Illicit black market trade,
femme fatale operatives
Pandemic pathogens made,
secret outlawed experiments
Toss in a few psychotic terrorists,
and everybody's getting death video feed
Everybody's getting propaganda-ed too,
hacked disinformation makes liberty bleed
But you didn't reveal this publicly,
because of course,
you're sworn to secrecy

Alien Influence

Can one human being influence another?
Convince life taking action by a brother
Can one human provoke another's mind?
To destroy people's lives and all mankind,

Can one human being create so much hatred?
Inject psychopathic poisons not yet created
Can one human being be allowed to be incited
to do actions by something not yet invented?

No human beings mind can process hatred
We are hunter gatherers so it has to be said
No human being is born or become barbarians
the human mind is programmed by aliens,

No human beings feel or want hostilities 
We are thoughtful exploring possibilities 
human beings are susceptible to pathogens
Injected into our brains by ruthless aliens.

Can one human being influence another?
beware that alien could be your brother
Can one human provoke another's mind?
No one knows how these aliens are designed.

Concentrated Cancer

Cancerous cell confusion
Bodies broken
Last words spoken
Passive patent pollution
Constant consumption
Catastrophic corruption
What is right? And what is wrong?
Plastic parasitic pathogens
What is real? And what is fake?
Artificial flavoring
The less I have the more I take
To satisfy this selfish taste
This to be humanity's fate
Nothing more and nothing less
Am I real or am I fake?
Is it late, to change my ways?
Or am I doomed another day?
For profit and production
I am a statistic, I am a reduction 
Nothing more and nothing less
Chemical companies will not confess
Selling eco friendly "life enhancer"
Walking deadman
Ticking time bomb
Corporate caused cancer

Vindictive Eruptions

To the ground, plastics, papers and metals
To the mixture, scrap, damaged tires and dirty pieces of cloth
Amid natural ecosystems
From whose laxation natural escapes
The flammable methane gas

Triatomic is the altered range of oxygen by the action
Of electric shocks on the heights
Whose total damage, with inventing the steam engine
And the development of the industry, then started
The harbinger that future generations
Would live in fear of climatic cloister

Sometimes the abuse, it seems that conforms
When in the forests, indiscriminately to millions
Killing pathogens, exacerbate emphysema
Of the Blue planet, whose fury is magma itself
That spares nothing and all-consuming in vindictive eruptions

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