Short Asthma Poems
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There once was a poet from London,
Whose verses often veered t’word a pun,
He suffered the asthma,
Had anemic plasma,
So paper and ink summed up his fun
Dawn
On-street
June rain hits
Kodom flower
To your fab chignon
Asthma Chases
Trance of hairs
In greets
Swoon
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29.06.2021
Been coughing lately out of breath with regrets
Asthma? Emphysema? Bully pest upsets
My arms akimbo
at foul passing nimbo
Suffering succotash, I need a cigarette!
My sister is 91, my brother-in-law is 94
Because of his asthma, my sister was warned before
His life may be short
Advice Dad did impart
Here they are both over 90, heading to 100 or more
solemnly breathless in behemoth miasma
effect starts playing havoc with my asthma
dropped in a world of despair, me as well
carrying dark in darkness - more is more
of that, my eyes won't know, my ears may
Cough,
O this endless cough
Don't know what is this
Asthma or tuberculosis
Allergy or real disease
Cough in the morning
Cough in the evening
Where to find the cure?
I consult to the doctor
But still,
No cure.
A brother-in-law has suffered from asthma all his life
Told my sister he'd die young, now 70 years his wife
Married in spite
Ninety years, still in flight
Sure had a great life in spite of the strife
Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below
Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways
Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen
Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification
I miss you
Having you around
My friend
Yes this weather is killing us
We can't stand the heat
It is 48 today
Also we need to drink lots
Of water to keep hydrated
I have no idea
When we will have the rain
The heat is very bad
For people who have asthma
And heart problems
every breath was a wheeze
sometimes it sounded more like a whistle
who was making this sound?
I stilled myself the best I could
my nose was whistling
my mouth was wheezing
two perks of being an asthmatic
add the perk of having to struggle to breathe
and you are part of this party
JUST LIKE ASTHMA
Woman so lovely
Making my heart beat so loud
Takes my breath away
CHILLS
Cold feeling I get
When away from her sweet arms
Needing love's blanket
FEVER
Touched with hands of fire
Burning passion deep within
Sensation she brings
Can you give me a diagnosis?
Bathory, Bathory
Come take a bath with me
I hear it's a cure for asthma.
Bathory, Bathory
Please scrub my back for me
And do not pee in the plasma.
Bathory, Bathory
Take off your hat for me
Hang out with me on the piazza.
Bathory, Bathory
Lay down and nap with me
That might erase my miasma.
Bp is up
Tb is breaking
Asthma closes up ?
Ebola is exterminating
HIV is viral
Cancer is cutting
Diabete is destroying
Corona is crushing
Malaria is messing.
People are crying
Hurting
Dying daily
Here and there.
May 06/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
My head is a giant ball of hurt.
I doubt I would feel a Mack truck
If it ran over my head today
For I am already that sore.
I had heard of a head cold
But this is ridiculous.
I am so over being sick
So totally over it
Yet here I am in the throes of death
Wishing I had my health back
Not remembering what good
Feels like.
I fight this struggle every day.
I struggle to respire.
Like drawing air through a straw.
I'm always craving more.
I just never get quite enough.
I sit motionless, for conservation.
Afraid to expend my much needed energy,
energy needed to live.
My wheezing is strained.
Daily, I spar with my disease.
One day, I'm afraid
It may win.
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
Mr. Pinrubber
counsels troubled teens
at the local high school.
His wife is fat
and a little wrinkled
and sad
like their meek,
old,
dusty dog.
She has asthma, and when the
wind blows, uninterrupted, for a couple of days,
the ambulance comes and
two men in white shirts
struggle to load her
into the back of the truck.
I stepped outdoors to moist air brisk
As fallen leaves in circles whisked
Accompanied by swishing trees
Which symphony could only please
And, aah, no blast of humid heat
Engulfed me in my driver’s seat
I lower the window, mist blows in
Soothes my asthma, fans my skin;
Now the drizzle just began
Nice and cozy in my van
Driving up the street serene
Taking in the autumn scene
Brrrrrriiiinnnnnggggggggggggggggg
Good. She is not going to pick up.
You can talk to a machine.
So much easier.
Hello?
Hello?
Um, ah, hey, boss, I am seriously sick today. There is no way I can come to work.
What is wrong?
I have pneumonia, asthma, possible flu, my leg is broken and my head just fell off.
Drop the phone now.
That is enough.
Some people might even consider it overkill.
Cold at 10 c or below, will the teacher say
Theyre good to go? In driving rain or sleet
Real neat.? Frozen fingers faces and feet
Pushing hard, maybe devloping a racing
Streak.? On empty stomachs? To classrooms
Chilled.' A climate win? old Sunaks thrilled.'
Forget about asthma.' Septembers warm.'
A weeks a long time..He has been warned.!
Myocarditis now approaches spawn' young
Minds will learn, truth is not just a fleeting
Turn.'
Number 15 rumbles a regular route,
Whining about the dew-drop hours.
A friend used to hang on and shout,
"Top-of-the-line!" Sucking fruit sours.
Underrated, invaluable, civil necessity.
Removing debris for the wasteful Whos.
Salting and plowing the frozen density.
Protection from plagues of pesty refuse.
Garbage to be his last embrace.
Toxic weight on asthma lungs,
While indulging a smokey taste.
I say, "Shoot it all into the sun!"
I will win this race I think forgetting that my body does not run.
I will dance my jeans off I believe forgetting I have a torn meniscus.
I will do a double triple quadruple skate move at the Olympics I brag.
My ankles groan, they are filled with arthritis now.
I will climb that mountain so high!
My lungs laugh, reminding me of our asthma
I will win all the marathons in the continental USA
Unless this frumpy dumpy flesh body holds me back.
Sadness only taggs along after elation,
chains prefer to cling to the freeman's skin,
heartbreak only follows trust and expectations.
trying to breathe,
with lead-lined lungs,
In an oxygen deprived world
during an asthma attack.
Grasping for the peices.
Pulling them back.
my mind ceases
on the brink of a panic attack.
my hands begin to shake
eyes watering on the brink of tears,
the last of my sanity to take,
drowning in my fears.
My old flame in the kitchen
Man, she could bring the heat
They’ve now induced induction
I feel so incomplete
It sprung up overnight
It lit the world ablaze
And now my flame’s anathema
In just a few short days
They say she causes asthma
And cognitive distress
I think there’s likely more at play
But that’s an addled guess
But I know when the grid is out
The Tesla has no charge
I’ll be flippin’ griddle cakes
with gas and living large
ELEPHANT
An elephant is sitting on my chest,
It's comfortable there,
I want it anywhere
But have his butt exactly there to rest.
He crushes every silly hope to breathe.
He loves to hear me wheeze,
I cannot even sneeze.
He's chosen me to be his favourite seat.
If you, sweet friends, do know a cozy zoo?
For lazy elephants,
So I can raise my hands
And give my Ventolin a puff or two?
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November 6, 2016