A nuclear war wished for
There is among the youth of the West an ingrained boredom
a hidden wish to swipe away from the old world they live in
they can’t see for mist on windows and need to clear the view
the dream of an exploding world where they will be survivors.
If a few survive. they will soon wish they hadn’t the destruction
will be complete, save from cockroaches and perhaps
a few ulcerated dogs will die of starvation.
As for the rich, in their bunkers, will turn against one another
eat their children and finally open the door to an empty world
Their scream for mercy to an absent god will echo forever.
Categories:
ulcerated, anger, anxiety, dark,
Form: Blank verse
I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
banana peppers, and
tomatoes galore.
Hot spicy and
“oh my gosh” foods
is what I simply and
absolutely adore.
Prime rib? Okay
but beef cake it in
horseradish, and I mean
straight, not in a
dumbed down sauce.
My ulcerated esophagus
and spastic colon
are now apparently
my boss.
Categories:
ulcerated, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Light Verse
I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
banana peppers, and
tomatoes galore.
Hot spicy and
“oh my gosh” foods
is what I simply and
absolutely adore.
Prime rib? Okay
but beef cake it in
horseradish, and I mean
straight, not in a
dumbed down sauce.
My ulcerated esophagus
and spastic colon
are now apparently
my boss.
Categories:
ulcerated, sick,
Form: Rhyme
At the far end
of the ward sat Dan
his legs gone.
Ulcerated, so much pain,
and waiting
for many weeks,
he'd said, “Yes”
to the surgeon.
Legless now
he sat waiting for what
to hope.
I joined him
and sat
with his despair
to share.
Beyond me
through the window
he saw on the grass a bird
green with a red cap,
he'd never seen before.
“What is it?”
So full of life
attacking the ground.
“A green woodpecker.”
Alive with it
Dan's eyes for that moment alight.
An event to remember
in that long day
in those many weeks that Dan
waited,
diminished yet alive
to see, to share.
Categories:
ulcerated, care, destiny, endurance, health,
Form: Free verse
Gangrenous decay
Hideous creeping movements
Odour of rotting flesh
Ulcerated weeping sores
Longing for meat from the grave
Jack Horne for Russell's Challenge contest, 8th October
Categories:
ulcerated, fantasy,
Form: Acrostic
Acute.
Cloying.
Ulcerated.
Trying.
Enduring.
Pinging.
Aching.
Icarus
Night.
(Perhaps this should be titled something like: "When Love Goes Wrong" or something. - Inspired by pre-root canal up
all night pain from a few week's back)
Categories:
ulcerated, health, life, love, people,
Form: Acrostic