Typhoid Poems | Examples

Safari Samantha

Samantha sensed another safari was in her very near future
the summer was not over yet, so she ran to Africa, the Congo
Mosquitoes, Covid, Typhoid and fruit flies did not bother her
Her maps were worn out so she winged it, and loved it so…

Yet I Stand

Where do I stand
When presented with a choice
Transported by a full force
That lands me in a false chance
Yet, I stand.

Breaking the shackles
That held me in my ankles
So tight like a buckle 
Wrapped in my knuckles
Yet, I stand.

What is given is a Token
The heart that bleeds is broken
The life that fades is taken
Certain thoughts can't be driven
Yet, I stand.

I tried by following the trace
Which led me to climb the trees
That blew away my tears with its breeze
Then I felt my soul soothed by a kiss
Yet, I stand.

A Concentration was needed in the motion
But Consideration paved way for a failed emotion
Without caution moments became illusion
With a precipitation of low evaluation
Yet, I stand.

All of these void I tried to avoid
Because it placed in me a typhoid
The fever in me which devoured
And my body left to divide
Yet, I stand.

The sour in my body was bathed with gingers
Especially at the tip of my fingers
Sending a message of dangers
Yet, the pains still lingers
Yet, I stand,
Yet, I live.

Hindsight 20-20

When I was in high school, 
I had a fall, 
It was from a cycle, 
but changed my all;

I had ligament tear
in my right foot, 
Could not go to school, got
typhoid to boot;

Weak in my body and
stressed in my mind, 
When I did go back, I
fell way behind;

I lost my life's purpose, 
Despair set in, 
I failed in my exam
to my chagrin;

Had a nervous breakdown, 
Redid one year, 
Mind full of sad questions, 
Heart lost all cheer;

Today, when I look back, 
I wonder why
such a thing was allowed
by God on high;

To teach me a lesson
about setbacks, 
To increase my small faith, 
In God relax;

I learnt to lean on Him, 
when troubles come, 
He taught me to stand strong, 
not to succumb;

All things happened for good, 
This I know now, 
Eighteen years have gone by, 
I've grown and how;

That phase transformed my life, 
It was a test, 
In hindsight, I perceive
God knows what's best.

Fleckfieber 1940 Typhoid Outbreak 1940

Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission' 
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law 
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..

Poets Wordplay

Typhoid Harry
Scandemic Pandemic
Truthsaying Soothsayers
Interaction, satisfaction
Living Bill

Mood for thought
Reparations, separations
I’m not you, Babe
Heeler’s Moist
Swirl Cool

Tool’s Cold
Mail Mouse Mock
Sweaty Boat Junction
Bibbity Jibbity
Kalamazoo Donahoo Bibbity Bobbity Boo

Vaccination

Vaccination Chart
1.BCG at birth dose 0.05ml.
2.Hep B at birth dose 0.5ml.
3.OPV at birth dose 2 drops.
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4.06 weeks baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
5.06 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
6.06 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
7.06 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
8.06 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
9.06 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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10.10 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
11.10 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
12.10 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
13.10 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
14.10 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
----------------------------
15.14 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
16.14 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
17.14 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
18.14 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
19.14 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
----------------------------
20.06 months baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
21.06 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
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22.09 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
23.09 months baby MMR dose 0.5ml.
24.09 months baby Typhoid dose 0.5ml.
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25.12 months baby Hep A dose 0.5ml.
Note.Keep out of reach of children.
Lesson.Medicine is the worst thing after Poison.

I Hate Beginnings

I hate beginnings, plenipotentiary prattle, use-
less sedimentary-sounds. A preface and first chap-
ter betwixt the suc-
culent kiss, the marvelous mystery unfolding.

wash your hands, bobbleheaded-yes.
that was the third part. typhoid
mary, not important to this quiz,
yet she opened the door and peaked
through. i slammed
it
shut, rolled my eyes.

how yummy pages
that jump into the deep end
and we drown in ecstasy’s eaglet
nest. eggs cracking  cuckoos
collaborating.

long, drawn………..out
beginnings not
                   for
                   me

the setup goes on and on and
oh kind of like this steam

letting off

done

1/22/2021

Loving Africa

Africa is the extreme nirvana of the world
She gives us beauty in the form of beasts
And joyful children whom we see on no other continents
Lions, giraffes and hippopotamus to name a few

Africa is a proud woman. She lives her truth.
She makes no apologies for her wildness,
Because it is her strength and her fortitude.
She is a survivor, of typhoid, AIDS and other things

Africa is the ultimate gift to the world.
We cannot go anywhere else and experience this many dialects
This many smiles, this many hands of friendship.
The African nations are unique, and golden; a reflection of love.

Spanish Flu Started It All

The Spanish flu started everything off
Now we are excited by a cough
Typhoid Mary, regular gal
Please keep six feet, okay, pal?
Measles, mumps, rubella.
Aids and HIV
And shingles too
Chickenpox
Virus
Sick

The Lord of Antibiotics

The Lord Of Antibiotics
        Gentamicin Sulfate B.P
I bow before you O Lord Of Antibiotics
Your efficacy is proven against wide range of pathogens
Your marks out of hundred are one hundred tons
You come in different variety as colored lens
Your faith is firm and you are the best fighter
During Infectious Nights you are a lighter
Pneumonia fears you and Typhoid runs away
You are The Last Man standing on Hawke's Bay
You bashed cholera and kicked food poisoning
You are a prominent player who made record Inning
Best Of Luck and keep winning.
Note.Word bow is used literary.

Porch Is Hilariously Messy

Porch is hilariously messy
Anyone else would be ashamed to live here. I am amused.
Vastly and proudly amused; it keeps away burglars, right?
And salesmen.

Green striped hose, red scooter, pink Barbie helmet,
Fluffy blanket, mean cat, selfish dog, dead mouse in two pieces.
Correction.
Headless dead mouse in two pieces.

Fluffy purple rug, desperately in need of a vacuum, 
pile of catnip, sixteen pieces of lawn furniture, we never sit on.
As I am allergic to Shark, the cat, and my husband is too prissy
to be out here with a headless mouse.

Waterbowls, green with algae, look like typhoid fever soup.
Golf ball, bouncy ball, blow up ball, deflated ball, bowling ball,
ugly faded pink flowers probably full of wasp nests, garden shears,
one green garden glove, two empty Amazon boxes.
Hey, did they deliver something else yesterday?

I jump up and take a peek.
False alarm. 
Last week’s dead mouse.
I had forgotten I put it in there.
I would have more to add, but I think you get the drift
and I want a nice warm bath….

Kongo

Kongo

Your past is a mint of blood and tears 
Daughters tearing their way to decay 
Sons castrated by poverty and superguns, 
Kongo, a dream battered and bruised 
Your conscience poliorised by oppressive dance 
Highways clogged with hatred and vendetta 
Gutters donating stench and typhoid 
Kongo, let my poetry feed your withering dreams for guns, insult the tired memories 
Of voters. 
 


  
  
  
  
Kongo
Deine Vergangenheit ist ein Münzwerk von Blut und Tränen 
Töchter die ihren Weg zum Verfall aufreißen 
Söhne, kastriert von Armut und Supergewehren, 
Kongo, ein Traum, mißhandelt und zerschlagen 
Dein Gewissen poliorisiert von unterdrück'rischem Tanz 
Überlandstraßen verstopft von Haß und Aktionen der Rache 
Gossen spenden Gestank und Typhus 
Kongo, laß meine Dichtung deine welkenden Gewehrträume füttern, die müden Erinn'rungen beleidigen - 
der Wähler.

Feeling Seasick

I'm going through the motions whilst surfing in the sea
Now I’ve contracted typhoid, oh deary deary me!

Raw sewage pumped into the sea really is outrageous
Typhoid is a horrid disease and sadly it's contagious

02~07~17

Last Train To Auschwitz

From the depths of a human moan
was an agony so great it cannot be known.
Naked in cold, gloom, rain and dread,
naked in death so that heaven’s tears bled.

This is only an account of the Jewish Holocaust.
With words one person cannot express the loss.
Death from starvation, dysentery, typhoid,
each moment, a lifetime of questioning void.

The last trains to Auschwitz cleared families from Berlin
to the work camp where life would go on or end.
Aged and very young, were to be gassed first.
If you remained alive it could be far worse.

Arms lost loved ones they'd never hold again,
brutally separated and herded from trains.
Stomachs groaned and deflated in dread,
while women felt over a newly shaved head.

Sunlit promise of God still reigned,
seen in gazeless eyes who knew loss and pain.
The last train to Auschwitz is still rolling on
to remind us that things can go violently wrong.

4/12/2021

Alive

In the dark , pit may look like a bed
In anger, heart beats faster than drum
In hunger, eye loses sight
Circumstances, unforseen
Harms and damage , immeasurable.
Lives could snap off in a seconds
Yet, I am here, you are there

Going out , coming in
Like the passengers in a bus
Different junctions we may reach
Parting ways may be inevitable
Relationship and friendship cut short
Yet , I am here , you are there

Difficult or easy it may be
Balanced diet may turn below diet
Rest room may turn toilet
Shoes may become slippers
Wardrobe unchanged for years
Yet , I am here, you are there

The rich get typhoid and all the hypers
They look happy but inwardly sick and dying
Even we, have lost many friends, colleagues and
mates
Riches will come if our creator wish
But with the one we couldn't buy, he blesses us
The life we live and the air we breath
There may be so much we lack
Yet , I am here, you are there......
Alive!

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