At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.
Categories:
sputum, love, romance, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
This love is chaotic
My anxiety to feel your skin texture
Leads me to severe headache and fever,
My breath cutoff,
And eyes turn red
When ever I'm vulnerable to your presence,
Your love is a sweet virus,
Virus that pierces my esophagus
And sets sputum in my lungs,
A sweet virus that digests in my aorta
And spreads through my vessels
With no doubt,
I'm optimistic that your love is a virus
Made by God to enslave my soul,
I cough, sneeze and tremble
When I perceive your face
Like Covid-19 patient,
I rather wear eyes mask if there's any,
Because nose mask can not save me,
A single jab from you entangle
My emotions,
The endless feelings flicker in my head,
Your love is a sweet pain I can't forgo.
___________________
© Artistic Poet??
Lonely Soul
Categories:
sputum, crush, cute love, deep,
Form: Free verse
You
Sat wherever you were
Spotted me breathing
Saw how happy I was
Scowled with jealousy
Slipped sputum with furry
Sed with an evil plan
Slithered all over surfaces
Scattered yourself everywhere
Spanned from arid to airborne
You
Set up an ambush
Sauntered into my body
Swam through my blood
Strolled in my bronchi
Slid into my cosy lungs
Slit my innocent throat
Slept conjugally inside
Started bearing children
Strangling was their game
You
Scrambled science facts
Suffocated the whole world
Squandered innocent lives
Snatched people's breaths
Separated friends from family fondness
Sabotaged their every touch
Some were fathers and mothers
Sons, daughters and breadwinners
Some were just about to
Spin things right for good
Since you are too blind
Seeing blindness is for your eyes
Sinning is your righteous act
Submerged in meanness
Sundays are the days you get
Sunday punches from you
Spray right in our faces
Spreading conspicuously
Soon you'll sing the nursery rhyme
'SEVEN DAYS MAKE A WEEK'
Categories:
sputum, bereavement, grief, sick, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
gentle pops of ice
as surging streams
release its imprisoned brethren
decaying leaves grasping onto blackened fingers
as weathered wind encircles
sputum gurgles past
as stream seems to gasp
chiselled bedrock teeth
laugh as speckled waters
erode and carry
child particles
far away
Categories:
sputum, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ghosts of Glory
They came to Auschwitz and Treblinka...
they tore down the walls that confined us.
How we wept with joy as the SS officers
were taken away - we spit in their path,
those of us still able to call up sputum
from lungs tortured with malnutrition
and iron beds that bore no blankets
for our bones.
My sleeves are covering the number
they burned into my arm, taking away
my humanity and rendering me nothing.
A young soldier takes my arm,
he has tears in his eyes as he
tells me he is from Texas...there are
no other words he can pull from his
young, shocked brain.
When you see this picture -
remember these words:
“All it takes for evil to flourish
is for good men to do nothing”.
Categories:
sputum, angst, holocaust,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Are they now here, the old golden days?
Are they still in mem, days well modeled?
A day I see now, those deeds weren’t
When what the story, I hear was starved
A day now what, a cock breaks eggs
A cock drinks York, for hen to hutch
A day now what, sputum taste delicace
What I hear is this, heartbreak no match
Plants we water to flower, even before time
What the best we make, seven a week we break
The worst out we make, even for just a make out
What I hear is this, even the wise a speck
A time for best declare, uphold old good past
An old meant for all, civilization virtue downcast
Above all don’t stare, at your world turndown
Reverse the story, borrow your past
Categories:
sputum, absence, abuse, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
An expression of a Nurse
I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer
Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.
My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many
From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many
I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive
To accomodate your entrance.
Categories:
sputum, bereavement, depression, emotions, hate,
Form: Free verse
My stomach rumbles after a hot meal,
I pack along the road to obey this call,
As I run into the bush, it rumbles still,
On bending down ‘bou~bou~bou’ its gases fall,
Sounding like a thunderous trumpet…,
Anus releases the mighty from rectum,
Which makes flies to sing praises to kismet,
Its odor makes the mouth secretes sputum
which is ready to fly out and spread its wings
like heron before landing on the beach,
the mighty and co rule the soil like kings,
adding flavor and nutrients to grow the peach,
‘Fou~fou~fou !~pra.ta.ta..taa!‘it sounds again,
Feel at ease, as it passes out like speed train.
Categories:
sputum, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme