Short Tumour Poems
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I live with the hand
that life brings
the mistakes were mine
doctors killed the tumour
to curb the chance
of spot fires.
One mans carcinogenic idea
Invade Ukraine amputate Crimea
But the tumour keeps growing
Now his sick cancer’s showing
A malignancy called North Korea!
By
David Kavanagh
Boobies every female has a pair but what if a tumour appears
Go to your doctor their nothing to fear because your doctor
will always be here.
They may be test like mammogram and biopsy
and MRI.
But you know deep inside
that your doctor will help you stay alive.
I open the milk to pour some in a tumbler
Only to find it has turned so sour
I scrunch up my nose in decided dishumour
Finding the vile taste like an unwanted tumour
I look at the white liquid as I pour it down the drain
I find no words to show the exaggerated pain
Sour milk
As a malignant growth
or an invasive tumour
so may other creatures
experience the growth
of human population
being like a cancer
on the face of the world.
Healing begins
with each of us –
with me – recognising
that we are just one
among the creatures
needing to respect
the others in diversity.
Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
My smoking has spread cancer
All over me now
Still my strength's the answer
I'm not shutting down
Growing larger everyday
The rumour of my tumour
They need to cut it out
But I'm still in a good humour
Living each day
One at a time
You want to see me dead?
Well I guess I don't mind
Not blind to the detriment of my health
First you must be poor to appreciate wealth
the growth that all a person has
sinister growth like fungus or tumour
sprouting protruding
scrouting grotruding
a growth growing
with light
black black black
flat flat flat
mirroring our dances
echoing our chances
fat skinny glances
strouting brotruding
black black black
flat flat flat
but watch
for a person’s without a person
the growth that all a person has
black black black
Hunters become hunted
The hunted become lost
Hearts get clouded
In a permanent frost
Rules are rules
Rules to be adhered
Thoughts put to standby
Hearts to be cleared
Pleas on deaf ears
Integrity dissolved
All hands now stained
Intelligence devolved
A river of anger rages
Non against the flow
'Kill them, Gut them'
Hypocrisy at its best
Justice a forgotten quest
Judgment passed on rumour
Evil breeds…
A black cancerous tumour