Short Chronic Poems
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With all these cellphone cameras
There's just no way we can win
We're breeding chronic posers
Shouting selfie time again
Pretty
Sadly
Needy
Pushy
Limping slowly pretty sadly shy
Anger rises needy pushy pain.
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Insomnia is nothing
Of good gain a silent strain
Sleeplessness chronic the pain
A problem, one solution
Sleeplessness resolution
adverse winds chime wild
tides current ebbs, breathes its curse~
ill-tempered young child
exaltation moving force
manifesting chronic course
6/1/2019
One good thing about having to struggle with everyday chronic depression,
is that things don't feel worse, just no different at all during the holiday season.
Route 66ish No 20
An old chap from near San Diego
Suffered from chronic lumbago,
He tried using cocaine
Again and again,
Then decided to eat lots of sago.
Carrie Meeker was a sleepwalker,
Her doctor prescribed beta blocker;
The drug acted full whack
stopping her sleep and walk
Now she is a real chronic squawker.
Gasping folds of pain
glued together - coexist
Exclusive cracked glass
unrequited conundrums -
... rhapsodies whirled infinite
H ealth forsakes you
O ver and over magic tonics promise recovery
P otential healing lures promising in the trees, again
E ven Eve knows better than to pick and eat, again
When a schoolteacher’s got halitosis
What his pupils fear most when he’s close is
That the smell of his breath
It could choke them to death
And bring about chronic necrosis
is it my weight or my age or both?
is it arthritis in my spine?
I can barely walk today
or straighten out my back
spinal cord anguish
bad vertebrae?
need to stretch
chronic
ache
She
Swallowed
Love and it
Became chronic
Love disease in her life,some folks blaimed her
while ignoring her true love toward him.
Yes, she defined
True love at
Him the
Most.
I feel riddled with sickness,
plagued by all infirmity.
Like a fiddle playing a -
score of sombre tunes.
(Kouta form - Japanese quatrain, 7,7,7,5)
03.20.2024
Ache
Hurt
Twinge
Unpleasant
A noxious stimulus
Injuries
Illnesses
Emotional
Physical
Mental
Psychological
Spiritual
Visceral
Acute
Somatic
Chronic
Suffering
Nociceptive
deep is the sleeper
wakes not for rushing water
chronic bed wetter
For contest senryu -topic On human foibles: Definition, flaws in human behaviour/character.
date 7-9-18
Living with chronic conditions is not easy,
hosting one’s own pity party, feeling somewhat queasy,
longing for those light and breezy days of easy peasy!
Jan. 6, 2019 for Silent One's Threesome Poetry Contest
Gently,
the maple's
veined hydra of a
tounge stretches out
in fall to taste the midday
mist, to sate its chronic thirst.
How like a baby in its mother's arms
is this rough-grained senior clothed in bark.
In this day and age, some ailments are chronic
Sonic screwdrivers are best to expensive tonics
Would I try it, no sweat
Beats incision by bayonet
Much quicker, less painful with speeds supersonic
Violence under anarchy
Anarchy under my screams
Screams under a mental breakdown
Breakdown under chronic daydreams
Dreams under an uprising
Uprising under retribution
Retribution under pain
Pain under God
God under Me.
In this day and age, some ailments are chronic
Sonic screwdrivers are better than expensive tonics
Would I try it, no sweat
Beats incision by bayonet
Much quicker, less painful with speeds supersonic
That for a room of torture
A castle wall inside
Pain's self- made does scare as much.
Pain's daily self-applied.
If not deeper, more gloomy
One's mental state therein.
At peace; that sorer grievance
Which envies others in.
at first chronic pain destroys you
you can learn to ignore it after awhile
if it takes weeks, it seems like months
if it lasts for years, you yearn for one painless day
if it lasts five years, you have to imagine being pain=free constantly
a optimist lives by certain responsibilities
that are ones gestures of a chronic
judgement through a light that only
if one shall alter a choice of life in seeking
after something as real as a journey
unveiled upon a reason to follow love
Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature.
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.
Called the plumber – a chronic late comer
the sink slow dripping since late last summer
his low hanging drawers
but one of his flaws
the pose that he struck – Oh, what a bummer.
©1/3/2019
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