Short Aids Poems
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better small voices
than loud ear-blasting noises
interrupting me
written January 21, 2022
consumed
and elated
mere children
now fated
temptation
and greed
of these
will lead
to eliminate
the worth
of those
now in the earth
Form:
AIDS
Things newly discovered that cause AIDS are:
those whom posses a
cheery and casual manner, and
shouts made to
grab the attention of
ships.
Academic Immune Deficiency,
the intellect under attack
Those powered to know, ivory towers enthroned,
dialectic—its meaning hijacked
(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
Once there was a man called Spray Aids.
Believed mighty powers will come for aid.
Equity aids the vigilant soul.
Band aid for wounded soul.
Bloody, ha ha ha, helping hands, AIDS!
Farrokh Bulsara a.k.a. Freddie Mercury
British singer, songwriter known universally
Confirmed he had AIDS and then died the next day
His music through Queen still rocks us all the way
listened through the looking glass...to...
see what 'saw' has sewn...
so i...
saw..."alice sentimental note"
as...
alice sent a mental note
then...
alice sent a "meant-all"...note
and...
all-eyes sent a "meant...All" note
meaning...
all i scents?...a mental knot?!...eh?!
stan sand
scarecrow dances on an October night
a screaming ghoul gave him a fright
he closed his eyes to ignore the sight
seasoned witch gave the scarecrow a flashlight
scarecrow accepted it with pure delight
he was not scared the rest of the night
gave witch a thank you grin, big and bright
it just felt right, she said, it just felt right
The sweet royal decree made by me
Helped my great drivers win the grand prix,
Their keen pit crews readily agree
Fine majestic designs made by me
Helped them win in six laps, and let them be
The royal big winners in a spree,
Earned our racers number one degree,
So the rest of you please let them be.
So I saved the day, me and my royal decree.
All is not well
In this kibbutz
Distant thunder
Suffers, pardons
Armour crumbles
In this temple
Does the keeper's
Soul surrender?
Aren't the roots here
In this dark soil
Drinking like some
Suckers should?
And we will stay
In this dim light
Dragging echoes
Somewhere else
Aiming blame
In others' corners
Dowsing these flames
So we can breathe
And the wonder
In our slumber
Dregs our blood
So sick, so sick
The why’s are gone
I cried and catch a teardrop
I smile and touch my heart
I look and saw my soul
I leap and catch the future
I saw the pain and felt the hurt
I smell death and embrace God
My friend has passed
And Aids stayed.
I saw it coming
I felt the shaking
I acknowlege the monster
and except the pain.
NO, I’m on my way
I’ll be more cautious
I’ll make the choice.
I use A Condom
Form:
I fear
to be myself
deeply involved
health they say
is wealth
nor if medication
wouldn't give
a lasting solution
rest my limbs
and nose
nor those that
I marked sighing
and fading
nor those now
I detected
in streams
makes me happy
or by mere
looking
why untold,...?
why dead and skeleton?
why defenceless head
and heart?
what are those sum of
pains?
who is who?
I fear
to exhaust mine
or keep lossing
I fear over spending
then and now.
the blood of love leaks out
through this punctured
saddened wound
bleeding hurt unspoken
cries for help unheard,
no surgeon could ever help
the shocking pain of but a word
how one so casually inflicts
such wounds upon those
they have once told
of their undying eternal love
held tight those two bodies
as she wanted so to hold
yeah, love can be quite nasty,
so disrespectful of your heart
and torture you forever
until from life, you should depart
Form:
Something you can't see but will make your heart stop breathing
Society never takes advise but when it hits they start believing
Tears fall on the yellow ribbons to make us all gather
True facts never lies and then it hurts when it matters
Angels always flying and our memories start crying
Just do the best thing, and forgive your actions for trying
The definition always lives and it clears our minds
Creatures living on this earth from breathing clean air to dieing
breathing. it hurts, what do, i do
what (wait) till death, and i wonder
why the air taste like band-aids
open the window, but it make me cough even harder
stand in a straight line soldier!
I tell myself, don't you dare cry~
and it still tastes like band-aids
potions made of poison, filling my home
i can feel the tighten around my head
and my heart is moving with fear~
I jump too everything i hear
and it still tastes like band-aids...
aka:lyricvixen
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