One day you were sadly taken away
So extremely ill you were, you couldn't stay
I could not be with you, Covid was rife
For three months I missed the love of my life.
I feared the worst, then heard it was sepsis
You were riding a storm, I was in bits
Only got to you when chances were slim
But you were strong and you never gave in.
It was lonesome without you for so long
Specially that Christmas, it felt so wrong
Friends and family kindly rallied round
Without you, joy in my heart couldn’t be found.
You walked the storm, were led to still water
Prayers were answered, by our supporter
Then came the day that you were returned home
No longer was I at home all alone.
It wasn’t simple, ‘twas a mountain to climb
You slowly improved, few steps at a time.
I thank the medics, so skilled and so kind
Through it all, you were always on my mind.
Categories:
sepsis, care, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
They can't kill me
Although many have tried
All disappointed by the results
When they discovered
I had survived
The Police and gangsters,
Mexican and Colombian
gangs
And even Drug Dealers I failed to pay
Ex-husbands of women, Ex-girlfriends that felt betrayed
Car accidents and a plane crash
But I walked away
I've lived through Earthquakes Hurricanes Volcanic eruptions
Even Tornadoes that caused devastating destruction
I've been bitten by Scorpions
a Brazilian Wandering Spider
A Rattlesnake and Jelly Fish
All painful reminders
Survived Prostate Cancer
A Sepsis Infection
causing a 30 day coma
Tuberculosis when I was just a kid
Two heart attacks and Double Pneumonia
Maybe now you'll understand
And may possibly believe
They can't kill me I'll never die
Due to my immortality
JSB
Categories:
sepsis, fantasy, journey,
Form: Rhyme
They can't kill me
Although many have tried
All disappointed by the results
When they discovered
I had survived
The Police and gangsters,
Mexican and Colombian
gangs
And even Drug Dealers I failed to pay
Ex-husbands of women, Ex-girlfriends that felt betrayed
Car accidents and a plane crash
But I walked away
I've lived through Earthquakes Hurricanes Volcanic eruptions
Even Tornadoes that caused devastating destruction
I've been bitten by Scorpions
a Brazilian Wandering Spider
A Rattlesnake and Jelly Fish
All painful reminders
Survived Prostate Cancer
A Sepsis Infection
causing a 30 day coma
Tuberculosis when I was just a kid
Two heart attacks and Double Pneumonia
Maybe now you'll understand
And may possibly believe
They can't kill me I'll never die
Due to my immortality
JSB
Categories:
sepsis, fantasy, journey,
Form: Rhyme
My sister is unwell
Taken by ambulance
First we heard she had sepsis
Then we heard she has Covid
Third diagnosis was a broken T-1 disc
Which means a broken neck
What? This was after the second ambulance ride
And a chiropractor adjustment in between
Surgery is imminent we are told
Then surgery is optional
Now she has pneumonia
I was told by someone who may know
She is saying this because she does not believe in Covid.
I dread picking up the phone now.
Categories:
sepsis, sister,
Form: Free verse
Have we ceded our stewardship
allowed a systemic sepsis to spread
acquiesced to the benign malaise
of Death’s directing finger?
Spending billions to cure diseases
caused by poverty’s pestilence
arming ourselves against an assault
of mutating microbial minds
Offering triage to the fatality
of futility’s folly
bandaging life’s severed limbs
sound biting our souls.
Who took the village?
©8/1/2019
Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor
Categories:
sepsis, culture, society,
Form: Free verse
I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel you eating me alive,
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche and soul.
Leaving me twisted, broken
Decrepit and defiled.
Your love is vile.
You whisper promises
To spiders and flies
Of my stone-dead corpse
Rotting in silence
Amid decaying forgotten things.
Gladly,
I kissed your putrescent lips,
I tasted your sanguine affection,
Ingested your infection.
You have become my drug.
My life.
Loathsome,
Yet I love you still.
Lost in your mephitic grace,
Wasted.
I wait…
You are the shine that blinds
And distracts me from the pain
Of your ministrations,
Your manipulations.
You sing and caress
As your virus oozes through my veins,
Burning away all that I am.
You kiss and cajole me
Into believing that this is love.
Lust.
I feel your desperate hunger
As you burrow deeper inside me,
Hollowing my heart
For your carnal pleasure.
It feels like love.
Your emptiness feels like home.
Categories:
sepsis, addiction, dark, desire, life,
Form: Free verse
If the world were to kill me
please mourn
I was conjured with all good intention
by a loving earth
but the world is full of murderous things
in the sun and the sea
and my sanitized plate may be poisoned
by a surviving microbe
or residual pesticide
the world might jerk
and grind me in its jaw
or some ‘fluenza, from far away
may drop in my lap
and give me sepsis
while I pause to appreciate the beauty
of a bluebird passing
against the sky.
Categories:
sepsis, allegory, allusion, satire,
Form: Free verse
letter to Iraq
beneath your skin lies terror,
your sons and daughters die young
i have seen their limbs tread on bombs ,
play grounds for dead bodies.
death comes by night to orphan children by morning.
for what purpose does life serve when mothers bury their young?
school classrooms for refuge camps,
streets that were once rivers has turned to blood baths
where children miss their mosque prayers to pick their fathers dead bodies.
your air heavy like your lungs are shackled by tears
hunger pangs for bomb blasts,
another house demolished like a broken heart,
i have seen how media bandages wrap your wounds
without knowing timeless sepsis,
your lips keep uttering silent prayers
for knees have been crushed to the grounds,
your cracks are seen on the silence of your wounded soul.
from a humanitarian.
allah-ukhba
Categories:
sepsis, prejudice,
Form: Ode
In search of greatness,we reclined in this forest_
In a world holding many lives,
Playing green with wet land.
We refuse the other world
Stretching one's legs on a couch
Squatting before this, robbing shells with kernel oil:
A world of mother hen
Tapping earthworm from dry land;
A world of stony path,
grey hair on fresh born;
On fresh born;
Of withered flowers and of ashes,
Of polar region in winter...
A galleon has brought wild berries from the sea:
That leaves the mind with sepsis.
We in gallantry and in enameled gait
Have taken a handful for washing mouth
And another to prove our higher birth,
Having the sun in our bosom
Days have past, boils are broken,
Leaving us in a stuck,
And the serum from the doom
Remind us of where we missed the footwalk.
Categories:
sepsis, education, nostalgiaworld,
Form: Lyric