I still see
our memory of the first time we met
your blue eyes full of glit
Like the blue eyes alit.
I still see
our memory of the first night we spent together
led lights blazing,
blazing like the summer sun.
I still see
our memory of our first picture
we lay on lawn gazing at the beautiful moonlight
Contagious smiles we wore
as contagious as the Varicella.
I still see
our memory of our first date
A coffee shop down the street
we sat at a far right corner
a soothing Sunday evening it was,
soothing like a lullaby.
I still vividly see
our memories of the time we cherished each other
But it is all I harbour now
Happy yet agonised memories.
Categories:
varicella, africa, appreciation, break up,
Form: Ballad
They met a demise so inglorious.
The culpable agent was the Varicella virus.
We were the vectors. It was none other than us.
Chalk up another deed of man that will be infamous.
The virus spread like wisps on the breeze.
It obliterated a civilization that lasted for centuries.
Any graduate from the college of hard knocks
can see these creatures died from chicken pox.
This once great city is now a ghost town.
First contact with humans is what brought them down.
So will you conquerors strut around haughtily with disdain?
I will see that these Martians did not die in vain.
Based on the set of short stories titled “The Martian Chronicles” by the late Ray Bradbury.
Categories:
varicella, science fiction, space,
Form: Rhyme