Short Sicker Poems
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The first day of work, a fiasco became
Given badges with first initial, last name
None could be sicker
Than Randy Slicker
"Please, don't do this to me!", he would exclaim!
Birth
youthful, strong,
loving, caring, sharing
awareness,values, belief's, ethics,
aging, reliving, forgiving,
sicker, weaker,
death.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
If you drink old Han's elixir
You won't live much longer.
Only get sicker and sicker.
Punch your ticket, a goner.
More potent than still liquor
and something a bit stronger.
Ancient Aliens have a new witness.
Claims its space fuel, for a Saucer.
breathing faster,
Getting scarier,
Hoping,
Praying,
For the best.
Taking time to think,
made a decision,
just put her down.
Breathing slower,
looking sicker.
The tears,
are streaming down.
The hope is fading,
We all know,
she is going to die.
Pet her,
one last time,
she breathes,
one last breath,
and shes gone.
Right,
in my arms.
I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip
then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT
It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA
Form:
Sensing impending doom
might be happening soon
a tidal wave comes crashin
straight up typhoon.
urgency upon us
calling out to father
need a savior, he's the one
he runs to help and guide us.
The air gets thicker
time ticking quicker
lights seems to flicker
doctor i feel sicker.
Throat clogging up
grip gets tighter
feeling caught in the crosshairs
yet im still a fighter
So much bad blood
Blind hatred floods
Mass massacre
Now made sicker
No sense of shame
Violence wears names
Heads for trophies
Sick sad story
Age of Kali
Mad tragedy
Life seems so cheap
To vengeance deep
Innocent blood
Caught in mad flood
Such tragic days
Where evil stays
Let us now pray
For better days
Leon Enriquez
22 August 2014
Singapore
in this world of fake things
Nothing is more fake
Than the food we eat
Most of the fake food crap we eat
Is nothing but chemicals
And flavorings
Added to a small amount
Of real food
All packaged and sold
And marketed
Scientifically designed to taste good
So we eat the poisoned food
And get sicker and sicker
While the food industry giants
Make obscene profits
Selling us poison
Silly Billy went and ate
all the cookies his mom baked.
Getting too sick was his fate
for his tummy ached and ached.
You might think this silly guy
would have learned his lesson, right?
When his mother made a pie,
it then disappeared from sight.
Billy, like a big fat hog -
He had gobbled it all down!
He got sicker than a dog.
Mention pies, and still he’ll frown.
April 11, 2021
for Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
Plans as solid at the foundations of the house
They’d live in the caravan, sure it was only temporary
A house so big, that all of their family might fit.
That family never did get bigger, only smaller
A quietus ill-deserved
He started in earnest, cement mixed, bricks placed
But then she got sick and sicker still
No more bricks were ever stacked and no family born
He lives in the caravan alone now
That was the house that Jack never built
A little bug climbed in beside me last night
He decided to snuggle close and tight
I woke up in the morning not feeling so right
Sneezing and coughing i was a god awful sight
One minute i am cold the next i am hot
I know its more than a cold i have got
My eyes are all weepy it hurts to look at the light
I feel sicker than a dog and that really bites
I called the Doctor and the Doctor said
Take two aspirins and kick the bugs out of your bed
Miller Light, Bud light
such a Delight
Fireball, Firewater
never hotter
Jack Daniels, Jim beam
way stronger than you seem
Vodka, Everclear
worst nightmare
Budweiser, Busch
sicker than a dog, who smells his own toosh
Smirinoff and wine
You will be bored and deffinatly fine
Southern comfort, and Coke
thiss really sucks, no joke
Jager Bombs
MMM, Better have a good job (they are expensive)
Crown royal, Royal crown
best Sh^^^ in town
He was a little chubby
Others called him tubby
He couldn't catch a ball
Awkwardly would he fall
One day he took sick, then got sicker
At his plight, the others snickered
He knew they teased him
Which did not please him
He stayed at home, locked inside
Afraid and alone, he wanted to die
Then at last he'd had enough
Too bad for them---life is tough
He returned to school and gunned them down
Left a note: ---Yours came around.
Untitled
My sister got sick yesterday
In the hospital bed she lay
Was suppose to come home today
Got sicker so she had to stay
Was shaking so bad
Mom thought a seizer was what she was having
That wasn't the case
Temperature shoot up to 103.00 so fast
She was shaking so bad
Mom called nurse in room
Another day she has to spend in that room...
*This is true, as we speak my 5 year old sister is in the hospital. Even though u dont
know us please pray for her....
Form:
I'm knocking on death's door, there is no doubt.
After years of drinking, my heart is going to give out.
The doctors have given me six months to live.
I hope the people who I've wronged can forgive.
Over the years I've drank too much liquor.
I paid the price when I got sicker and sicker.
But I will spend my remaining time without feeling gloom.
I'm going to live life to the fullest even though I'm doomed.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, it's reality for some people.)
Took Favorite Flame To Flame
Flame was name of dance place
in Wichita, Kansas I took my
wife to be to. Of course, a flame
was a woman who was burning
a place in your heart. Sometimes
it may flicker. Flicker was name of
another dance place. Should I call
it a sicker flicker or fury and fame
are part of his game.
My wife was quite a delicate dame
Until I took her dancing in the Flame;
Had to mention;
Got my attention,
And all her good looks I had to blame.
Jim Horn