Sickened Poems | Examples

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I am the rot beguiling the saccharine summer hue
I am the self in selfish sorrow, sullying the morning dew
Sickened with the mortal blips of emotion
To fall with the fragility of flesh hipped erosion 
Hipped bone beneath browned bandage
Honed the hand hither, 'ncase fickle flesh cannot manage
T'stand aground the mortal vantage 
Health t'sickness, worn to wear, not to manage, thy
Breath be dragged'n rancid acid, lipped from the dazed haze of exhaustion 
She who had not a gun to brandish, but the naval blade o'self-famish
She who chose to awake, who awoke'n self-loathing 
Whose body is irate with the dawned dam break of bile
T'overflow mine own organs, and hinder the words of hungered mind
Breaking the tide of the thrum drum pendulum heart 
Shalt th'tounge twist rue th'bile duct of recovery 
Drool the drivel of a mere reason 'why?'
And retract the bile of thy sickened mind.

I am to drool the drivel, of love from human kind
Im so tired'f this mortal mortuary
In place of mortal mind.

I am the mind that threatens to die.
And i am the mind, prepared to fight.

NUMBERS

Let's speak of numbers.
I’m a Kenyan 2.0,
With an ID to prove.
I own the code—254,
Been here since I was 0.

Gen Z did awaken,
Learning the art in math—
The topic on tax,
And the story of Zakayo.

Gen Z did awaken,
Learning history’s tale:
The beauty of freedom—independence,
Yet freedom fighters still fade.

And the Bill of Rights,
Freedom of speech,
To stand against the bill—
Its creator sickened the breach.

Gen Z did awaken,
To our new 'Leader,'
A master of language,
Crafting his best lies.

The world on hold,
Schools, hospitals, streets—
All in chaos, all closed,
Waiting for ‘Mr. President.’

To speak of numbers,
Of those lost in protests,
Lost in abductions,
And those gained in corruption.

Protests painted red with blood and tears.
A beacon of peace in pieces.
A home of 'hakuna matata'
Full of mournings,
Numbers adding in the statistics.

They Call It The Change

I don't know what this is
It's not me
Some being destroying everything inside
But I can't see

Weak and fraught
Anxiety and pain
Think the dark will suppress
But morning comes again

My reflection in a window
It's up and ready in a flash
My confrontation in it's presence 
Wants to smash my head in it's glass

My skin crawling
My body rejects who I used to be
I am not who I once was
It's taking over me

Scared, frightened 
Appalled and sickened
What is the cause?

It's taking everything 
But my bones
It's name 'Menopause

Love Affair

This tree
Her man
Where sowed thy seed today?
Loving yet hating
A Vail of wall
Shields of a deceiver
Transparent filtering glass

This blot
Her world
Why gleaned thy loins on a bay?
I so faithful and just
Clearer as the lilly
Breathing for you alone
living to die with you

This mirror 
Her reflex
Why trusted you this ale?
A reflect of shameful deeds
He sows and all will bear
This fruit unhidden
The breed of sin

This plant
Her flower
Why brew away your time detail?
His leaves are dropping
All sweetness gone
Sickened by his semen
Thorns of his deceit

I am sorry

I'm seated at a table with papers on top 
Looking up at every citizen has stopped 
Their in accord to get an apology
Except, we all have a criminal philosophy 
What is a human life without a friend 
She went down in her mind playing pretend 
Its so depressing to see these people in line
Who don't understand the variables
Of an unhealthy mind 
So they judge and hate and make fun of the weak 
Back firing on the guilty with moral support technique

I don't need to be reminded 
By the sick minded 
Who are sickened by me
I am trying to emotionally achieve 

I am sorry

Leave it on the Table

Throw the dice,
walk away not looking at them.
The act is much more necessary,
than any outcome.

The pig I shot as a youth,
is still squealing,
we ate almost all of it,
until the grease sickened us.

After the bullet cracked
into its skull, we all looked,
when we should have walked away.

Toss a coin in a slow-time movie,
let it fall until you don't care
if it turns up heads or tails.

You may have to wait a long while,
but you can do other less risky things.
in the meantime.

Slay Queens and Brazilian Butt Lifts

In pursuit of curves, some choose the lift,
A quest for beauty, a transformative shift.
But amidst the surgeries, a deeper tale,
A journey where self-love might set sail.

No judgment for choices, the paths we take,
Yet ponder the reasons, the risks we undertake.
Society's pressures, perceptions we bear,
A world where self-worth is laid bare.

South African souls, playing a role,
In the pursuit of beauty, losing their goal.
Attachments for love, a side hustle unfolds,
Prostitutes and marriages, tales to be told.

Relationships falter, lost in the void,
A nation sickened, values destroyed.
In African hair, judgment is cast,
Weaves worn proudly, but shadows are cast.

Obsessed with material, souls for sale,
Range Rovers and Mercedes, a tempting tale.
In pursuit of dreams, they trade their core,
Yet later, reflections bring insecurity ashore.

Selling bodies for riches, a path they tread,
But marriages suffer, innocence shed.
In the mirror, they question love's essence,
Forgetting the purpose, losing their innocence.

Update

* Just a note to mention that I posted a blog regarding the final results of testing for toxins from the Ohio Train Derailment that I have been writing about. 

They found numerous chemicals including up to 20 dioxins in the soil here and matches to the chemicals that were on the train in the Ohio Derailment. More analysis is being done before it may be included in their news updates on the news.

I knew it had sickened me here with the snow March 1st and all the wildlife changes etc, but the amount of chemicals is shocking. 

A lot to figure out now. Dioxins are the worst you can find and cannot be broken down or removed. My old realtor says the property cannot be sold as usual due to all the serious toxins. 

The phenol benzene that was detected on my tree also causes stomach and esophagus issues, low red cell count, all that I have now.  
The dioxins cause skin lesions and I am dealing with those with infection now too. The health issues go fast and what is happening in nature with the trees lately is so fast too. 
I am working hard at lots of leads for this situation. Thank you to those bearing with it and supporting my poetry even when my muse is gone.

Love Lies Bleeding, Dreams Breaking On the Sea

Constant sorrow, longing heart 
A wounded soul that wishes to help
A sickened body that cannot die
Hating the physical condition 
Yearning for the healing staff 

Wishing I could help, knowing my body is sickly
Yearning and hoping my strength returns soon
Like a dream upon the sea of stars

Hurting the heart when my lover, 
Doesn't believe my capacities 
Feeling the crushing pain and sorrow fall down
The tears unshed waiting for the final release 

My love lies bleeding, my heart opened up 
My sorrowful song enclosed 
my dreams slowly break on the harsh sea
Constantly my hope is battered across the rocks
Will it break soon?

Wishing that I had the same look,
Dreaming the fanciful illusion
Wishing to break the incubus curse
Always longing for a love that doesn't leave 

The dragon and the Phoenix are bound in the bamboo cage
The dragon song moved the Phoenix heart
Soon they loved ensnared
When they regain freedom 
Will their love still be there?

Fearing the way forward. 
Regretting the troubled past
When will my heart find peace?
When will I be at ease?
When will I be free?

The Break

They sat so low and beneath the troubled sky.
With a mind in gray, amongst the southern clouds.
There was no light or loves to be found.
Only a shadowed silence that covered their haze.
And a persistent phase that sickened their gaze.

They shifted their eyes toward the white blank page.
Their small simple book laid waiting in their hands.
It was deprived and senseless, a hollow reflection.
For neither of them would the words rise to grace.
Only the sky and clouds, to instill their disgrace. 

Yet in the soulless solitude came a sudden break.
The rain began to pour and touched the shaded page.
It touched them too, falling into their black hair.
Without a care for thoughts or patterned sentiments.
Weathered and present, tapping at the tops of tenements.

They rose their eyes to meet the given change.
Used their mind to listen and their sickness the same.
Then embraced the coolness that stroked their face.
And in the tender caresses, they found traces of light.
Remembered and realized, they then began to write.

Because of Tomorrow

Because of tomorrow
You fight and kill for Earth's renown, 
You labor and weary the life you never lived,
Because of tomorrow that may not come, 
The greed dictates your path in time, 
You lied, and stole to fill your barn 
You kept your dust on Sand and called them wealth. 
Because of tomorrow that may not come, 
You killed another to keep a treasure, 
You use your power to acquire much. 
The sickened frame and the ebbing strength  ignored
You take from all and called it wealth 
Because of tomorrow that may not come, 
You spent your strength for things of time 
and bade forever far from view. 
Because of tomorrow that may not come, 
You fought and hate your fellow for naught
In bitter rancor of unsettled greed,
But if tomorrow comes for you, 
your dust is kept for all but you,
And men of time  die their death like fools
Gathering dust with none to keep.

Bullingdon Club, Us Version

Bullingdon Club, US Version

The Bullingdon Club is alive here and well
And because of it, we are all living in hell
Trump and his minions lie, cheat and steal
From Americans asking, “Dear God, what’s the deal?”

These bullies caused riots, our capital stormed
Yet Trump and his cronies from trouble have wormed.
"Buller, buller, buller!" they shouted to the siege
In allegiance to their entitled, orange-faced liege.

“I can shoot a man in the street and nothing will happen,”
Trump declared while he ate and his body did fatten.
No one believed him–then came insurrection
We were sickened, but it just gave Trump an ********.

These idiots continue to follow this creep
His words and behavior cause good people to weep
As nothing seems to touch Teflon Don
The Evil in America, the true Devil’s Spawn.

Lisa Edwards

I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions, started by the obviously
Heartless, mean spirited caller. Who requested that
Police attend.' And they did.' four callous minded cops
That mocked, and accused an innocent person with
Sarcasam...In the depths of her despair she pleaded
She called out..Sir..! I am incensed..I am in despair.!
To witness the mental torture..The physical inhibiting
Actions of the four thugs.' Will anybody own friendship
With these pieces of excrenent.!? Slime is above them
Thats how low they live.' I don't want to know their
Names even..' its so toxic their action.' Beyond sick.'
And the pathology.. dept..Are protecting these scum.'
In Knoxville, a place I would think on twice before going.'
With people in charge like this, and others above them'
Yet well below..? Below the lowest level of contempt.'

Observing Death

Observing Death

Look into the trench when a bomblet falls
Squirms without legs, excruciating balls
It means nothing him squirming, twisting in pain
I eagerly search, to find more of the same.
It’s not a film the loss is real
Surprises me, how little I feel
Blood and guts hanging around
A burst of fire, death curdling sound.
A loud cheer erupts as they fall
And I feel nothing, nothing at all.
After all they have done invading Ukraine
I want to see them wounded and dying in pain
They’ve raped, tortured, looted and maimed
And now they’re killed under bullets of rain
I enlarge the screen, to enhance the view
Of an orc dying, because his time is due
War has a way, of raising the tolerance bar
A sniper takes aim, bullets riddle a car.
I don’t feel sickened as I eat my tea
It’s most important that Ukraine is free.

David Cox 04/02/23

Life Laughs, Death Waits

That which thought wrought yesterday
may befuddle us now

but with the coming of a good day 
lives can survive the morrow

though the mind be confused
and heart sickened

the sun will rise still 
and some beleaguered souls

in their final resting place will lie
and greet the dark with peace.

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