Short Pox Poems

The poetry of mathematics
—modernity’s pox

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)...

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Certain stuff’s better left hidden
Eden has fruit that’s forbidden
Pandora’s sweet box
Might release toxic pox
So where’s the pills penicillin?...

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They say I have covid,
Well, isn't that special.
So, they gave me Paxlovid,
And an oxygen checker.
Yet, I'm told it's better,
Than the pox or a poker!...

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Number 1:

PARADOX



Heed then the paradox
Riot running out-of-the-box
Pain in the bitter detox
Contagious as small pox





Leon Enriquez
14 December 2014
Singapore...

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small pox, sore throat, what in the world
Died at twenty-nine, died at seventy
So many stories about the virgin queen
Elizabeth the 1st, you remain a secret today
You did make House of Tudor go away....

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The artist may tarnish,
but his art remains clean
His intention stays ageless,
his wishes pristine

Though rust covers over
what’s harder to see
The base is still there
—and the spirit still free

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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Serpigo, roseola, German measles, flu.
Shingles, chicken pox, pandemic Corona boo hoo.
Chilling fever, chest pains, aches all the way through.
Muscle fatigue, slap cheek, and mumps poking you.
I feel pretty great today.  How about you?...

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The shade of a monkeypot tree
Is as cool as the shade can be
But monkeypod pox
Can chill city blocks
So please keep your distance from me!  


n.b.  FIVE cases of monkeypod pox
reported in Honolulu, where 
monkeypots are called monkeypods ...

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In the covert rendezvous of reality
My heart habs motionlessly.
Tranquilly, yet peace-less
In the very art of loneliness
I crave for a minstrel
Endowed with mastery of the timbrel
Cunningly curing the blisters of emotion
And poking my pox of dissatisfaction....

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wide-eyed owls gossip
about ducks sneezing,achoo...
night air filled with pox

hound dogs wear nose masks
sore throats itch non-stop...
freakin’ bird flu romps! 


~HAIKUS FOR FUN~


              


            ©

Tracie Edwards' Ku -Ku by nette onclaud...

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Free from me, this gnawing Aggression;
To soften my Heart, concretely hard
Trampled under the Wheels of Progression-
Which have left me disfigured- scarred!

Via vox, I vow a pox,
Pour my hatred in unwav'ring Will
Mark my words, I shan't be stopped!
(But oft' my Hopes fall unfulfilled...)...

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Stay unified folks
unity is evil's freefall
our division is its wings...
media is the devil's voice box
a charred pox to serenity.

Debate with open minds
pray with a pure heart
never be bullied into silence
Within this fragile fold
hope stays aloft 
miracles are born... gilded....

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The hide of a horse
    The tongue of an ox
  No cloak of remorse
    from a chicken with pox

  The fur of a cat
    the hoot of an owl
  The stench of a rat
    wiped clean with a towel

  The bark of a dog
    the glide of a snake
  Lily pad of a frog ~
    wiped out by earthquake...

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In a dither for a dollar
Monies are being squandered
The pox is upon us
Taxes are ponderous
Stuffed shirts are foolish
Peace yet eluded us
The world gets Denuded.
We're living in the space age
Can't eliminate war and hate.
These hard truths we face
We are a better human race.
Are'nt  We.?...

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If only genius could be contagious,
like chicken pox or flu

If only brilliance could be transferred,
like a bank draft overdue

If only insight could be replayed,
like a Mozart symphony

Then epiphany’s light would shine on all
—in communal rhapsody

(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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Pandora had her a monkey;
She kept it on a short chain.
It came down with pox;
She slammed shut her box,
And hoped not to see it again.

Some bad boys who wouldn’t wear socks
Were messing with Pandora’s box.
They got down, they got funky,
They let out the monkey,
And now there are pandemic talks....

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I have died by sword, by pox;
in my dotage years, at birth;
interred in many a box.
I eternal roam this earth
in one form or another;
I will forever be a
child of another mother.
With this soul, I play, replay;
constant will until I find
that for which all men do search;
inner calm and peace of mind....

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How can I write without the tools?
I'm chicken, and forgot the rules.
Forgive me, but I've got the pox.
Today, I write in a little box.

Yesterday, I took a fool's holiday.
It's April 2nd.
Anyway.


I  notice that I can read this from top to bottom or bottom to top. Does this form have a special name?...

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In my clock, I hear tickery tock
It just stopped!  No tick tock from my clock
Oh my dear tick tock box
Now I fear there's a fox
In my tickery tockery clock

A sly fox in your dear tick tock box?
Oh my gosh, I can see his striped socks!
Well a stinky striped sock
could put germs in my clock
and cause tickery tockery pox....

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Bygone days

Climbing trees 
Paper boats
Scabby knees
Duffle coats
Pick n mix
Runny nose
Thrupenny bits
Scruffy clothes 
Flying kites
Desperate Dan 
Conquer fights
Tins of spam
Spots n pimples
Teachers cane
Hunting thimbles
Bronco lane
Skimming stones
Hopscotch
Nit combs
Chicken pox
Kicking cans
Running wild
Building dams
Fifties child...

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The Better Man
by Michael R. Burch 
  
Dear Ed: I don’t understand why
you will publish this other guy—
when I’m brilliant, devoted,
one hell of a poet!
Yet you publish Anonymous. Fie!
 
Fie! A pox on your head if you favor
this poet who’s dubious, unsavor
y, inconsistent in texts,
no address (I checked!):
since he’s plagiarized Unknown, I’ll wager!...

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Beneath cool green shade
we roil in inner undulations--
a fever of hands, a pox
of sunlight glinting
high canopies of summer trees.

Creeks crackle, clear
water molding speckled
pebbles as laughter
churns cooling shade
slipping past memories,
holding moments briefly --
white seeds of cottonwood
spinning in sun, settling
listlessly on a skin
of stream....

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Dream catcher made of turtle shell
Elemental magic, soul bringer, dream walker
Enlightens papoose, savoring his knowing smile.

Grandfather Shaman feeds the fire
Whose pleasure to warm is well-known in teepees.
Tribal spirit faeries hide in furs 

Braves will return tomorrow 
Hopefully from a good hunt.
Innocent ones sleep soundly,
Unworried, on small pox blankets....

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I have an itch
(Not for crack or coke)
To hit the road.
If you have it you feel it
If you don't,
You don't.
But an itch has to be scratched
(Unless it's chicken pox or poison ivy)
Before it drives you crazy.
It's too late to deny
Too late to change
Too much to ignore.
With blessings or curses
I'm leaving tomorrow.
If I disappear forever
I'm either happy or dead.
But I have to go now,
Before I scratch off my head....

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When you eat chicken,you get chicken-pox.
When you play polo, you catch polio.
When you color,you catch cholera.
When you descend on people you catch dysentry.
When you like harvesting potato tubers you catch tuberculosis.
When you steal answer you catch cancer.
When you don't like people you catch Aids.
When you eat from a dish in a cafeteria you catch diphteria.
If you continue to tie your headtie you'll get typhoid....

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