in a flash Santa took off
he has a case of whooping cough
the reindeer are wired
now hungry and tired
they say it is time for beef stroganoff
Categories:
whooping cough, animal, food, fun, giggle,
Form: Limerick
Whispers of Youth
Dusty boxes, like forgotten books, Hold chapters of quantum leaps— My first steps, tiny and determined, Leading to a world of wonders.
Goat’s milk, flavored with Grenada nutmeg, A remedy for cow’s blandness, And lactose intolerance—the secret code Of those simpler days.
Cod liver oil, Sunday mornings’ ritual, Bitter drops to ward off unseen foes, Mumps, measles, whooping cough— Childhood’s battles etched in time.
Curiosity fueled my quest: Pebbles, night crickets, butterflies— Each a treasure, carefully collected, One line at a time.
And that snarky bird, Caged, then set free— Freedom’s squeak of happiness, A lesson etched in feathers.
The kitchen window, a gateway, Its slight squeak echoing freedom. The bird, banana thief turned guardian, A debt repaid in whispers.
Childhood memories preserved, Not just atop that distant hill, But in the flutter of wings, And the quiet moments we cherish.
Feel free to add more verses or share more memories—I’m here to listen and weave them into poetry! ??
Categories:
whooping cough, adventure, america, angst, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
I have nothing better to say
Than Alhamdulilah on this special day.
Many years ago when Mama gave birth to me,
She knew a success is what I'd turn out to be;
Kiniun the King of the jungle,
Akoni ti o care about those wey dey grumble.
Heart of a lion, heart of an empathetic,
When it comes to vomiting rhymes-
Y'all know I'm energetic!;
Emaa bami kalo through the pages of my story,
You'll understand why I give God all the glory.
In the times of yore some wrote me off,
Likening me to pertussis that causes whooping cough;
Rejected, neglected and probably hated,
I knew God is watching and so I waited.
And on bended knees I pleaded with Him:
Ya Allah position me with the creme de la creme;
I prayed with tears upon my orbs,
That He should bless me and any begotten cubs;
And so I claim longevity, I claim wealth,
I claim prosperity, I claim health.
I claim sabr, Ya Allah I claim Your mercies,
And guidance against worldly fantasies;
As I add another year to my sojourn,
May I not have any reason to mourn.
Be with me, throughout my days in Dunniya,
And when in Akhira accommodate me-
In Jannah, a place of joy, and no fear.
Niggyraslife Da Poet!
Categories:
whooping cough, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
The Jab
I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed
I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end
Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay
This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself. Now go and get your shot!
Categories:
whooping cough, health,
Form: Rhyme
New York City workers
Must be vaccinated or
If they show up for work, they will
Be firmly shown the door.
I’m heartened by this mandate
And especially in schools.
It’s time to bid farewell to all
The anti-vaxxer fools.
We’ve all been pricked for smallpox,
For measles and the mumps
And whooping cough and polio
(And sometimes on our rumps!)
So suck it up and take the shot,
Those missing jabs and swabs,
For you’ll be safer and, of course,
You’ll get to keep your jobs.
Categories:
whooping cough, health, jobs,
Form: Rhyme
Narrow cobblestone lanes
The clop-clop of horse-drawn buggies
The crack of the whip...
Pots of Steam on blackened stoves
Whooping cough, scarlet fever
Stale bread, castor oil...
Categories:
whooping cough, food, history, horse, sick,
Form: Free verse
When I was young
Today I still remember all of it
The same as when I was a kid
Don't remember this virus though
Just measles, coughs and some serious colds
Along with chicken pox and whooping cough
Had them all as well me
But i had no BCG... to save me from the TB
Thankfully one I have not yet needed.
I do though think we can find a way
To wave this virus on it's way
As I am old and you are young
So the fight has just begun
You need to work out what it was
That made mother nature cross
Best
DAMOx
Categories:
whooping cough, health,
Form: Free verse
you cough away
sweetly serving
whooping cough soup
Written Jan 27, 2019 Contest: Any Theme Than-Bauk
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
whooping cough, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Than-Bauk
To vaccinate or not?
What about diseases we forgot?
Like polio, T.B and Smallpox?
Kids can't take peanuts to school, or not,
But they can bring Measles and Whooping Cough.
What other diseases have we forgot?
To vaccinate or not?
Categories:
whooping cough, kids, growing up, sick,
Form: Free verse
He welcomed them with open arms
and now their flowing in
No ID, Health screen, Background checks
and they're bringing all their "kin"
Two to three day holding stage
then send them on their way
Give them Future Hearing dates
they "Vanish" in a day
Divided United
Quietly they're "shipped around"
on (Contract charter fare)
States aren't told, (they sneak them in)
there's sickness in the air
Measles, TB, Viruses
Spreading all around
Whooping cough and Rampant Lice
just some of what's been found
Bringing those with Criminal pasts
What crimes? They will not say
We checked them all, and they are clean
"Trust us, they're okay"
Clearing Stations, Holding Centers
Food and Clothing Free
Did we open Doomsday Gates
and we're too blind to see?
In the Southwest border towns
north of Rio Grand
The Residents and Land Owners
not allowed to make a stand
But "Uncle Sam" with kind, kind heart
knows how to treat our "Guests"
Give them all a "Welfare Check"
since (BHO) knows best
This doesn't faze our Government
they're blind to what is true
no matter what the "Voters" want
they don't see "Red, White, Blue"
Categories:
whooping cough, america, conflict, humanity, identity,
Form: Rhyme
A Winters tale...........................
As a child I never wondered,
What life we could have had.
I never blamed society,
Or questioned my Mum and Dad.
Though now as an adult I realise,
How tough a life we led.
Cold, cold winters in a council house,
Sharing my sisters bed.
Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp,
Icicles on the windows inside.
For years I suffered from whooping cough,
Twice I nearly died.
I remember us burning, shoes and toys,
Just to try and keep us warm.
But that was the only thing we knew,
To us it was the norm'.
Money was never a problem,
But the beer and gambling took hold.
That shows off my parents priorities,
And it wasn't us kids being cold............
Categories:
whooping cough, family, home, money, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !
Categories:
whooping cough, angst, change, childhood, confusion,
Form: Free verse
I saw a wrinkled-faced woman so lost and scary,
and from her swelled eyes, tears of desperation ran;
it boldly told everyone that nobody cared...
but that humble human being moved me deeply.
I couldn't go past her and not find out
why she was so distraught
among faces so healthy and joyful...
everyone seemed to ignore her.
I got closer to her...she trembled, but smiled
by holding out her hand with droopy skin;
how long had she been at that busy intersection?
Perhaps many hours, I could tell by her whooping cough.
" Please help me, young man...help me find my home;
I can't remember where I live! " She begged me
by squeezing my warm hand very hard...she hoped
I was that angel who could lead her home.
" I surely would...if you could tell me your name! "
was my answer. " I don't remember anything, son. "
she replied with confusion. Then she showed me
an identification tag with her name and address.
Seeing that gave me a sigh of relief,
" Smile, your name is Linda and you live on 414 Oak Street
which is only two blocks away! " Linda is my name? "
Yes, it is...I'll be happy to take you home! "
Categories:
whooping cough, confusion, depression, me, me,
Form: Free verse