Lost in aura of interlude
My pharynx is relaxed, soothed
Nebulizing my weary soul
On dreary days tea is my balm
Prayer’s scent like mint petrichor
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
Grayanotoxins affect both cardiovascular and respiratory systems. Symptoms include a burning sensation in the mouth and pharynx, anoxia, salivation, emesis, muscular weakness, dimness of vision and bradycardia followed by severe hypotension, respiratory paralysis, coma, and death.
Note.(supari killer goli ya Teka)
“Death may be the greatest of all human blessings” – Socrates.
Throughout my life, I have endured the tide.
Often, I move at a badly slow speed.
Such wanness, as unworthy of its pride,
And every man will foster his own creed
Leave weeping when standing near to my tomb,
A pharynx deprived of moisture and breath.
I'm not there, and I don't sleep in that womb,
It hadn't got any air from its wood sheath.
I am a thousand tainted winds blowing,
It is the light that makes the grain golden,
I am the diamond that shines on snowing,
I am the soft rain that fell in olden.
Shed no tears, my sons, daughters, pals, and wife.
A spoonful held the gist of life and edge
It's said, death is as much a role of life,
All promised love wishes to reach the ledge.
Checked by: HMS.COM
Theme: Death
Written: July 02, 2022
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Punctured Pelvis
Perplexed Palm
Pleasurable Pancreas
Pleased Pharynx
Prosperous Pinky
Photographic Memory Pupil
she is the aftermath of Poison's toxic touch
the result of rage forcing down her lungs
latching onto her vocal chords
leaving the rosy tongue numb
the trachea struggles to release rapid breaths
as the Poison clasps with all its might
putting the larynx and pharynx on pause
the Poison leaves a somber conscience;
lost soul;
broken heart;
bleak visions
here, she drowns into a sea of hopelessness
plunging into the depths of a drab abyss
as fear's imprints stain her discolored skin
a recurring nightmare embodies her
intoxicated by darkness
swallowed by sorrow
Mr. Poison waves goodbye
well, that is
until tomorrow
The pill in sticky sweaty hands doth lie
Full of importance doesn't know why
The route finder has decided the journey, commencing.
via the saliva gland which wets the pill they're dispensing
Along the path from the pharynx where you are swallowed
Taking the A road to the oesophagus where pushing is allowed
Until it reaches journeys end the main line station of stomach
Then on to many branch lines being dispersed to enact
Have you realised which pill is the be all and end all of your being
What is the name of this important maker of good feeling
The Happy Pill, if your happy nothing else is of importance
Happiness is and Happiness does, with abundance.
Pill of Life Contest
dated 22/01/2013
Death
Some call death mighty, fearful
Dreadful and ultimate victory over life.
For some, death entered humankind through Adam
And then reigned till present.
Some refer to death as cessation
Of all the function of life;
Stopping of heartbeat, breathing, brain activity
And functions of body cells.
Some refer to death as your identical twin,
To walk side by side and hand in hand,
To inflict physical and emotional pain, if he so desires,
In addition, to rob people of you, their love ones!
I refer to death as the most comfortable vehicle,
For the continuation of life into another world,
A path we must all trot
If we would ever want to come to our Maker!
When pharynx, larynx or windpipe is blocked,
Body completely immersed in water,
Excessive force applied to damage tissues badly,
And too much blood oozing from severely cut wounds, we pass away!
Though we all yearn for longevity,
There is a natural or unnatural inherent limit to life!
Our last enemy to also die is death,
When finally death will be swallowed in victory!
To the east of Indies. nor-west of Africa,
Standing proudly on the land of Sahara,
Trigonometrical domes they lie one on the side of another,
Its the family of the Pyramids standing like brothers.
Planned in the B.C. centuries by great kings ,
Built by slaves troubling their limbs-
Protecting bodies of ' Pharoh's' acting like nurses,
Saving the Egyptian kings from oblivion's curse.
In the midst is the great Sphinx -
With the face of a woman upto the pharynx;
A great lion's figure constituting the rest;
Resembling the Egyptian taste -one of the sculptures noted among the best.
Like the thorns of a grey cactus-
It would remain erect on the sandy caracus.
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