Poetic Crimes
On and on
they go
the vaccine makes three heads
and sixteen toes
An elephant trunk
and five giraffe necks
not to mention a terrible
desire for Bill Gates micro softy
The 1600's sure had a basket
of stupid apples
how they bred them youngins
into 2021 is scary
Fools existed from the beginning
they will quote gods to the very end
while ventilators count one by one
their last feeble heart beats
Good riddance to the selfish few
go die and let us be
sadly a few will make it
moronic slugs murdering the
innocent
Categories:
ventilators, america, angst, crazy, sad,
Form: Free verse
JUXTAPOSITION 1
Prelude for a Dying Loved One
Faces stricken,
painted in grief,
peer through the glass barrier
into the room,
as ventilators is removed
from a loved one, and
last breaths are expelled.
Mother Earth awaits,
her arms opens to embrace
and cradle her child.
Fugue for a Newborn Infant
Faces, wonderstruck,
painted with excitement,
peer through the doorway,
into the birthing room
as a newborn infant is
laid in a bassinette, and,
the first of many breaths begin.
The child’s mother awaits,
her arms opens to embrace
and cradle her child.
Categories:
ventilators, bereavement, birth,
Form: Free verse
Wow, it turns out Trump was right.
I saw it on “the Onion” - posted overnight.
Scientists woke up today and the virus
was simply gone - the miracle - has happened.
And they said that Trump was wrong!
The once dying - started laughing
first responders broke into song
patients shrugged off ventilators
they can go back home where they belong.
That God has been so merciful
is a story ripped from scripture
and since Trump - the antichrist - is here
we can move on to the rapture!
Categories:
ventilators, health, humor, humorous, irony,
Form: Rhyme
the road to revolution (no, REALLY)
Do you guys remember your history classes by any chance?
I was browsing through my AP World history class book,
in my not-entirely-wanted, new-found, infinite leisure time when it struck me……
The world is pandemic-ally on fire
our orderly systems haywire.
Trump thinks the problem is ventilators and masks
his senile mind can’t comprehend the needed tasks.
Twelve hundred dollars is that a joke?
The whole healthcare system is broke.
More unemployed than the great depression
when your bank account's empty, it's more than recession.
Problems multiply in non-linear scope:
no jobs, no money, no food, no hope?
If government can’t find real, effective, quick solutions
for its purpose it’s failed - onto revolution!
Maybe this is why my Mom says I shouldn’t watch the news…
Categories:
ventilators, america, betrayal, corruption, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
His healing power will heal you in times like this. If you believe all your problems and worries will be fix. Ventilators and Iv parasites your human form but our savior and creator will erase that germy storm. All things are possible if you just believe, hold on to hope and his healing presence will flow through his created leaves. A warm feeling is not your temperature installed but it is your Holy Spirit who was called. His healing power goes higher then his own creation. Jesus Christ will heal this earth’s birth pain detection. Everything will heal in his glorious name.Their is no doubt that he wants everyone to feel the same. So live another day and be free from ill and let our Savior and healer heal. God Bless!
Categories:
ventilators, blessing, creation, god, health,
Form: Rhyme
Sing this to a cheerful melody:
How many people died today
How many people died
How can you even sleep tonight
Knowing you didn't cry
How many are on ventilators
Fighting for every breath
Keeping your TV gig secure
Their fights all end in death
How many tested positive
How many cases today
Maybe instead of reading the news
Just bow your head and pray
Categories:
ventilators, death, health, prayer, satire,
Form: Rhyme
There's anger afloat in the air;
folks are dying from lack of care.
Those in intensive care fear death;
no ventilators; out of breath.
Old folks under strict quarantine;
now, wait for a cure or vaccine.
Triage is a tricky process;
some value older lives far less.
Thank God we're not all so callous;
as to treat seniors with malice.
I love to hear the crowds cheering
the nurses for volunteering.
If we don't let fear divide us;
together, we'll beat this virus.
Hug your grandparents through your phone;
don't let them think they're all alone.
Remember, love passes through glass
when families wave from the grass.
Categories:
ventilators, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Couplet
The hearts of our once invisible heroes grow weary fighting a relentless demon.
God make it stop!
They sacrifice all with little to save souls from the consuming darkness surrounding them.
God make it stop!
How many faces of those gasping for life’s last breath will be burned into their memories?
God make it stop!
How many hands will go lifeless in theirs because of a viral monster that yet goes unanswered?
God make it stop!
How often must they gaze into already tear-soaked faces and be the bearers of even worse news?
God make it stop!
How many times will they totally collapse from exhaustion from working extra shifts and hours?
God make it stop!
How many more tears will fall behind their masks for those they could not pull back from death?
God make it stop!
They yearn for a whisper of hope to dull the ventilators symphony of despair and desperation.
God make it stop!
They search for the rainbow beyond a dark ominous cloud that now besieges all humanity.
God make it stop!
Categories:
ventilators, grief, people,
Form: Free verse
The path of the righteous man is beset in all
sides by idiots who don’t know how to measure
the distance of 2M.
Blessed are the NHS who shepherd the infected
through the valley of darkness for they are truly
their brothers keepers even with no PPE.
And the police will strike down upon the moronic
imbeciles with small fines and stern words to
anyone who is too thick to understand social
distancing!
And you will know that we are the Tories when
we tell the elderly to die because we don’t want
to buy ventilators for you
Categories:
ventilators, abuse, betrayal, identity,
Form: Free verse
A mask hides what is to happen next
all dark stair steps, will future be vexed?
Unknown disease, please touch me not
a nimble mind sits, fearful in distraught.
Flux of arduous mist, in smoke of doubt
dread enslaved bodies, banned going out.
Unstable present, put in bottomless holes
forgotten dreams, crushed beneath soles.
Hopes galore, will they drown in ocean?
desert of thirst, catastrophic commotion.
Puppet show on, lurking shadows behind,
coffins wait in bedside, death so unkind.
Embracing a bedlam, void of uncertain path
Can ventilators douse flames of viral wrath?
Rumbling in darkness, no sleep in our eyes
O power of Lord, ...when will the sun rise?
31st March ,2020
Categories:
ventilators, dark, death,
Form: Couplet
The Big Crabapple has a new lease
Since the squeaking wheel gets all the grease
Ventilators galore
And still they want more
For Trump's tax obligations to cease
Categories:
ventilators, political,
Form: Limerick
Take me seriously, Lord
when you call me that day
employ me as sanitary officer
in the bathrooms of saints
that I may share some debris of holiness
I fear that my life here
has been dark and tainted
no amount of good deeds can clean it
let me work as servant of the holy
that their goodness may contaminate me
The talents you gave me
I have used selfishly on this earth
Let me scotch my desires in repentance
That I reach you even by heaven’s ventilators
Take me seriously, Lord
My soul is desperate for bliss
Let me enjoy even droppings of goodness
That falls under tables of holy ones in heaven
Categories:
ventilators, religious, song,
Form: Lyric
Family secrets creep their way out
through wall cracks and ventilators
and play sweet music in streets
Categories:
ventilators, family, satire,
Form: Personification
Nothing secret in this world
hatch any plan and share
your co-planner is the public
close all doors, window, ventilators
think and plan alone, mime it
God already knows your plans
and the great adversary watches
from the window in silence
tomorrow it is a pop music
in the streets of life
Nothing in this world, none at all
is confidential, secret
lie not to yourself at no moment
nothing is secret and totally hidden
nothing has immunity of disclosure
Categories:
ventilators, irony, life,
Form: Free verse
My lost rib is lost
Girls reject me everywhere
some raise their noses when they see me
In the college they ran away from me
claiming my socks smell nasty
In dance halls bull-dance is killing me
I am told my feet is big and flat like Chapatti
That is the reason I step on every girl’s foot,
if I am lucky to be picked by one
In places of work I am lonely
I am told my pocket has pot-holes;
that why I cannot by ice cream.
A rat in the mosque and me are brothers in want.
One heart-breaker told me to check in the mirror
for the size of my big nose
that inhales air without discrimination
“God made a mistake. Your nose is fit for hippopotamus.
Engineers can hire your nose for warehouse ventilators,”
she ridiculed me!
I sit and ask myself; why me of all youth?
Where is my lost rib lost?
I should go to the anatomist for examination.
Probably he will tell me that I am the only one
with twelve pairs of ribs, not eleven.
By this I will rest my case.
Categories:
ventilators, allegory,
Form: Narrative
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