Short Placebo Poems
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They say that with you
I should be able to fly
Higher than before.
But sadly it's just not true,
So the high remains a lie.
I agree with your move to liberty.'
All have suffered, under the same tyranny.!
Ibrahim highligted at the un
Now may all humanity become free.!
my true love will be the insidious inception that penetrates every cornerstone of the
thoughts of my placebo to the mercy of the one who infiltrates my soul.
Poetry is my placebo
I get into it when I write it
in the ethereal or logical verse
and even if good vacuum is lost,
I will always write it, I am a stoic poet!
Some wish to be
A sport Pro
Others would like
To be a hero
While I…
I'll have youknow
Aspire to be no more
Than a humble Placebo
Come purchase assurance! Salvation sold here!
Our rose-colored glasses cure doubt, pride, and fear.
Believe without question and watch your faith grow.
(The price may be truth, but it’s not like you’ll know.)
when off my meds i lose my way ~ i never use them it’s all hearsay
here’s a placebo script for sham poets ~ typed AI doc straight away
oh there is one niggling side effect ~ it attacks good blogs everyday
By David Kavanagh
Stuck in a void,
Waiting for death.
I just want to breathe,
My final breath.
I'm in agony.
Please pull the plug.
Don't try to cure me,
With a placebo drug.
Doctors say with treatment,
My life could be great.
They lie so I tell them:
"Do not resuscitate."
Form:
she says
she loves
me and the
feeling is good
feeling that
the world
will never
end
happiness
becomes
addiction
loneliness
forgotten
in blurred
vision just
side effects
what is this
thing called
love?
what is this
thing called,
love?
questioning
commas
Form:
?
Why
are
Marines
and Army
Soldiers fighting in
Afghanistan and
Iraq, against the Taliban and the Al Qaida
Against an enemy who hides in the mountains,who once ruled by intimidation
We are not winning these wars, we are merely a placebo,being injected into an infection
of radicals, when will it end
Two viruses are out there now
each can take your breath away
it's what they're born to do..
Two parasites are also out there
they attack the mind
until a lie becomes truth
and a truth becomes a lie.
While love along with a {the placebo}
sit under heavy stone-masks
unrecognizable
ineffective
forgotten.
A dose of a placebo
intended to deceive
the symptoms and your feelings
are just what you perceive.
This game of med deception
unwittingly you play
no change in your condition
that's just the price you pay.
Sometime in the future
they gather all the stats
perhaps a cure resulting
thanks to all you rats.
Was In Gazebo Horn Haiku
Was in gazebo
When we found a placebo
And will watch it grow.
I am still reading Never Do
Deny Bill Nye the Science
guy.
As a rule what you
Normally will do in school
Is do fight a duel.
Should I ask her another
question or to priest make
a confession?
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Poetry's my amphetamine,
My brain's everyday vitamin,
It is a cure for my boredom,
My heart's expression of freedom,
My placebo for the day,
It keeps all my fears at bay,
The prescription for my disease,
It keeps my soul and mind at ease,
My drug, my pill, my medicine,
Poetry's my amphetamine.
04/16/19
The will of God, e'er take
me to my knees,
your Spirit, so astringent
cleansing, free!
Ne'er given to imply
a church of greed
attendance, and deny
as fate takes fee!
What is the Godly why
where the decree
in Gospels wrenching cry
wanderings spree!
With Hope our mind's comply
Christ's heart receive
in apathy's restraint
placebos flee!
I yearn to be in your arms
To look in your eyes and see
The same feelings that I have
The same passion and intensity
Tell me your sweet lies
Let me listen and believe
Delude my heart and mind
That all your attention I receive
For a moment, be mine
Heal this void, fill this hole
Give me that, which I desire
To experience being whole
Hope is not just a tranquilizer,
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!
Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down,
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!
Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them all.
Form:
The meds should be working by now…
They are but,
I still drink coffee all night to drive away the nightmares.
The meds are working, I trust them.
I told the doctor, and he is evil.
Burning, and tingling, and restless.
They are working so well.
I sleep once in a while.
Some people say it’s not enough.
I take my meds every day.
I don’t believe in the placebo effect.
I believe in the power of medication.
the sharp cry of metal scrapping flint sets you ablaze,
combustion, turning oxygen and nicotine into ash in my mouth,
I want to kiss you my dear,
I want to breath you in and fill my lungs to the brim
with your choked up hope
I want to wait and see,
believe with every part of me,
that when i finish this stint,
things might be different,
that this next drag might lag that aching hole,
and one day soon I might feel whole
Dreams, oh so fragile
Like a string caught on fire
Only to sever, shrivel, and vanish
Right before your eyes
You think you've seen the light?
All you have seen is stars, glimmering
Until they implode
Turning to more darkness
A pain in my side
Takes pain to give life, takes pain to die
Nothing can pardon pain
Life, is a placebo
Savor the pain
With rewards comes suffering
Enjoy the pain, every ounce
Drop by drop
Silence is blissful
Form:
though I was born
as a cancer in a death bed
drifting apart
from the trinity
from dignity
it is the brain
which needs some chemicals
beyond boundaries
of the meaning of placebo
twelve divisions
of signs ignite
smouldering
inhaling
burn through skies
something is missing
to decrease the tension
in a negative light
to cure the insomnia
in an ecliptic sphere
and worsening mood
floats with philosophy
in the evening lounge
Sugar hill
Placebo pill
Candy cane
Taps on my window pane.
St. Patrick’s Day is a big thrill.
Morning glory
Telling stories.
Birth flower,
In the morning hours.
Smell the flora!
Four leaf clovers
Such a quarry
Findings are two leaves, three.
Sitting in the lea
Telling stories.
Leprechaun gold
Pay the tolls.
Riding bikes with no shoes on.
Having so much fawn.
Life to behold!
_________________________|
Penned March 06, 2015!
This was a troubling concept-
to start a dress rehearsal,
of ethnic cleansing.
Something pokes out-
on the tail end of the story.
There was no heart in the game.
You are driven like a-
flock of sheep. The shepherd
lives in the fortress of slogans.
A placebo effect was quite-
evident. Everybody was
drunk on sugar pills.
Unadulterated, the swearing-
had become genetic. You start
walking on the burning coals.
Satish Verma
Over little mothers fret:
Their babies who still beds wet;
Lionesses in A Net!
Its stoppage they’d celebrate:
High time their doctor they met
And out their frustrations let…
And Doc begins to Mum pet,
Drying tear-filled eyes long wet:
Some placebo drug would get
And Fine Solution is set!
“Babes shall pee; I did no bet:
Time frees them from The odd Net
Only trying to help eyes wet”
Doctors’ Credit Alert get:
They won’t reject them, I’d bet!
Poetry,
read it as leaflet but
shake yourself before using ...
have it regularly,
therapeutically,
sip it drop by drop ...
Poetry,
blessed therapy,
occupational ...
natural medicine,
powerful remedy
against all evil ...
Poetry,
panacea, placebo
adequate.
Formula of words,
nutritious soup of letters ...
Addictive magic potion
well it does ...!