Sicknesses Poems

Summer

Fireflies at night. 
Are busy. 
They light up with attitude. 
And land on my shoulder unexpectedly. 

In the summer. 
Cars going by sound crisp as they sweep through town. 
My head is unmuffled. 
And my hands are free of those gloves. 

Winter hassles. 
Like clearing the driveway. 
My voice is raspy from the cold air and sicknesses. 
Winter boots would get muddy over and over. 

In the summer. 
Fireflies light up to make us feel excited. 
As one lands on my glass of iced tea. 
Reminding me to fill the glass again. 

I know that this lake will freeze again. 
And soon, we’ll forget about the flowers.
Nothing exists in the winter. 
Except hot tea and hot coffee. 

One of the last fireflies of the season. 
He dropped by and told me that it was almost September. 
Then, he flew so high up, I lost sight of him. 
One of summer’s last magic tricks.

The lake froze. 
My hands almost did, but I got mittens on in time. 
I have blankets and coats in my car. 
My car starts up harshly and loudly in the winter. 

Fireflies at night. 
Every summer. 
They say things and dazzle us. 
And they will next year too.

Puma

Threw it all in sicknesses and in health 
Happy our sad ups and downs merry go rounds
when wearing a frown you would be my clown
when its all said and done its your paw prints in printed
In my heart the sand paper kisses the winking tag
The brushing bond the side by side protector at night
The loveing bits the scratching touches the meowing off
Conversations the green eyes that melts my heart 
Threw thick and thin  forever paw printed by puma

Sicknesses In Action

Bp is up 
Tb is breaking 
Asthma closes up ?
Ebola is exterminating 
HIV is viral 
Cancer is cutting 
Diabete is destroying  
Corona is crushing 
Malaria is messing. 
People  are crying 
Hurting 
Dying daily 
Here and there.

May 06/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
          Mussabwa Chris

Australia's Shame

Overcrowded housing 
Homeless people on the street,
Below the line of poverty
Through the freeze and heat.
Whilst others are suppressed
With hope not found as yet,
Within the lucky country
Where most are all in debt.
Diseases and sicknesses 
Stress from being poor,
Elders sleeping rough and scared
Frightened to their core!
Equality will never be
when equity unknown,
Hence I'm ashamed to call this place
Australia my home.

New World, New System

A new world,
A new home for all,
Everyone on equal footing,
Even distribution of resources,
None needs necessities,
I’m not held by the pangs of hunger,
My brother doesn’t dwell in shanties,
The world is not ravaged 
by sicknesses and diseases,
Crime and hostility 
do not lurk around the corner,
We don’t indulge in recriminations,  
No one takes a pound of flesh,
Guns, bombs and missiles 
are not wielded by us,
We don’t hurl them at each other,
We raise no walls,
The air is clean and conducive, 
Nature is in its pristine state,
Unharmed and not endangered,
I’m not at my brother’s mercy,
I’m not his puppet, 
A world for the weak and strong, 
A world for the low and mighty,
A world for the gifted and paranormal,
Brotherliness entrenched,
United with one voice.

Plastic

What is this fascination I find so drastic a devil's game we all call plastic,

Plastic flowers plastic chairs plastic gum on side walks and stairs
 plastic animals plastic toys plastic girls and plastic boys plastic parents everywhere with plastic phones stuck to their brains, this world could be so fantastic but everywhere is full of plastic, plastic sex for plastic pleasure plastic art we now call treasure plastic cars and plastic trees it's not hard to see we have a disease , for plastic money we sell our time in a plastic world full of crime, it could make you laugh if it wasn't so drastic people walking round heads full of plastic, plastic oceans oceans die plastic plates for plastic food , plastic thoughts that only think of growth growth of sicknesses growth of despair growth of fear, this world really could be fantastic if we could only ditch our love of plastic, plastic bags to hold your plastic that holds your desires from your shopping spree it's all plastic, a plastic civilisation on its knees with its arms held out plastic please.

Ahh-Choo

Ahh-Choo
Cover your mouth please
whenever you sneeze ahh-choo
it' just the healthy and right
just polite to do
keeping your possible germs
sicknesses away thank-you




12/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
SEDOKA poetry type

Happy Mashujaa Day

To all the freedom fighters who fought,
We say thank you for bringing us into light,
Today we honour you for being independent,
Freedom is the greatest accomplishment,
You made us live in a peaceful environment.

We remember you as we bask in the sun,
For you fought with an arrow and not a gun,
Working hard until the whites were overrun,
Spending nights in cold forests and mountain,
Teaching us to be one 'n' united as black skin.

You live in our hearts and remain heroes,
They used submarines but you used canoes,
In the forest you're attacked by mosquitoes,
You had no doctors to treat your sicknesses,
And you chose freedom over  your families.

                            ©Kelmwa

Consciousness

All this global speech that once lauded your greatness has vanished.
My lips are crying today because of my misdeeds.
The harvest was completely washed away in the high winds.
Diseases and sicknesses, with fire, threaten scavengers. 

Because I am shy, I cry slowly and sloppily.
If someone's feelings are bruised, a wipe may be beneficial. 
Companions with crooked mustaches. 
Backstabbing and spying are both kinds of treachery.

Who grasps what happened to the planet Earth. 
Shame no longer benefits them, so why would they desire it?
An anxious atmosphere pervaded the air. 
I'm here to assist you, and I'm grateful to God for this gift. 

A natural area has been cordoned off.
The headbands must be reconnected. 
Probe the misanthrope and share the etch news.
The sand on the road will cease if they reach their home.

If I yield barefoot, my final inference is consciousness. 


Written: July 03, 2021

1st place contest win

A Brian Strand July 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

My New Year Dream For All

Good friends and also those that I don’t know,
I have a New Year’s dream I want to share.
It’s not one very typical although
it’s something about which we all should care.

I want the world to wake up to the truth
about the health care systems many use.
You see, I have become somewhat a slueth
discovering new things that are a ruse.

We’re living in the best and worst of times.
Health systems with which many of us live
are flawed; the toll for death by doctors climbs
for errors made and bad advice they give.

Big Pharma’s sheep, they write prescriptions for
bad drugs that bring more sicknesses than we
could ever have imagined years before.
I know this truth because they got to ME.

Big Pharma buries worthy remedies
or paints them in bad light. Go read online
the lies they tell! If you have a disease,
things FDA-approved are far from fine!

The FDA are puppets; see the proof
in foods they recommend for us to eat!
Don’t let yourself be victim to a spoof.
I dream of a new year free from deceit.

Jan. 2, 2020

It's Funny, Isn'T It

"IT'S FUNNY, ISN'T IT?"



we all hope for change at 
some point in our lives and 
when we get it, it usually 
comes when we don’t want 
it.

eventually the mouths dry up,
life continues and everything
that once was, is 
gone.

when we’re younger, it keeps
us looking ahead.
when we’re older, it pushes
us towards something else to
take the place of something
else.

change breeds more change.
remorse, adaptation and ex-
citement are the 
children.

we all have a sickness that 
ruins other sicknesses.
the easiest way to deal with
your own is to find someone
that has a sickness far worse 
than 
you.

most people feel sorry for me.
they play on changes that re-
define who I am.
I feel sorry for people.
they live in the change they
create.

for me, it’s quite simple:
everything is 
temporary.

love, life, even 
death.

change will bring all of 
these.
change will destroy all of 
these.
my change brought what has 
kept me alive all these years.

grab 13 minutes for yourself 
and motion the waiter for 
another 
drink.

the next 13 will be 
magical.



By: Chicano Eddie

Jesus Keeps You Washes Yousaves You

all sinners are well
their sicknesses gone away
here in open arms

the Savior has come
wash away our sins as white...
as WHITE as the snow

Jesus by your side
holds on to you and keeps you
from falling your saved

02/24/18

Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

The Master of My Fate

In a long life journey with prostrations, trials, suffering, pain, 
Sicknesses, loneliness, sadness, sorrows;

Difficulties, struggles, tribulations, discouragement, failure,
Weaknesses and emptiness.

In the same way, happiness, love, romance, affection, 
Joy, gladness, smiles, laughter, goodness, healing, cleansing;

Family, friendship, opportunities, success, honour, respect,
Beauty, freedom, rest, faith and belief.

As a believer of Christ, all longing of the heart melt by his
Remarkable promises. Christ determine the time, season,
And event beyond his control proceeded by his majestic deeds.

The heart is fully trusted and believing his appearance(Holy Spirit)
 Is at the position of life.

The destiny of my life is at the hand of the master of my fate,
Jesus Christ my saviour.(Saviour and Lord)

“I will keep my hope alive, I will find my strength in God “.(The Author, Creator)

© Jocelyn Dunbar
15 December 2017
11:30 AM

My Sunday Morning Horn Haiku

My Sunday Morning Horn Haiku

All things regular,
We know for certain and sure,
Will always occur.

What we can endure,
Are things always good and pure;
Sicknesses can cure.

Heaven took a tour;
God was there with much allure;
Sky clear and bluer.

Rumor I must spill;
God in heaven we know will,
Our each need fulfil.

Jim Horn

Bad Trade

Your inside is as soft as wool.
Breeze, so gentle and cool.
You possess the best of the sky’s blue.
To my heart, you’re the dearest.
Fresher than the green of the forest.
Your tinted shades leave nothing but to my skin, craves.
The sounds of your gushing waters
Make the mouth of my soul drool.
Your beauty makes me lips quiver.

But now,
without hesitation,
I shiver at the sound of your name. 
For I have bleached the better of your plains.
I have dishonored you with filth. 
And now I’m filled with guilt.
So with all in me and all I have, 
I’ll try to make things right; 
Make tomorrow for the tomorrows bright.
For I’ve realized what I’ve lost.
I’ve traded your tenderness for sicknesses, 
And now, I suffer the consequences.

But there’s always a way to make things better. 
Actions to right the wrong might be bitter. 
But I have to go through with them to the latter.
If only everybody could join me, 
We could undo our trade of Africa for filth.
Let’s start by keeping our homes clean. 
Then we could bring back, 
That sweet and unique fragrance of Africa back to our streets and cities..
Cheers to the new page!!!!!!

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