Acrostic Poem – CHEMO

To rid the body of cancer’s nasty stuff, they pump it full of even nastier stuff…
Giving new insight into the expression, “Pick your poison.”

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What I Know About Women – Monorhyme Poetry Challenge

What I Know About Women…I Learned From You…all the women I have been lucky enough to know

Back when I was immature (last week)
And had urges to suppress,
I wanted to be a ladies man
And at times I would obsess.

A Roe V Wade Limerick

DISCLAIMER – This limerick is not a joke. It is an OP/ED. The first four lines do not set up a punchline. They set up my controversial opinion which I know is shared by many.

A GQP EIS Acronym Limerick

EIS EVIL IMMORAL STUPID

I saw this tweet this morning. It was a comment on MTG & LB voting against reauthorizing the National Marrow Donor Program, the only two votes against, and bam, another limerick

A TFG Must Be Held Accountable For The Pandemic Deaths Limerick

Trump’s Covid lies were a tragedy. Were they also a crime?
Trump’s lies about Covid very likely killed Americans. Where’s the accountability?

Epiphany

I knew a guy.
Cancer survivor,
but worn down by it
to the lacy bone.
Thin, with a dry look.
Still, a light shone through
his parchment skin
like a flame through a mica shade,
like some kind of organic fire.
The brush with death left a calling card.
“I’ll be back” it said.
“You won’t know when.”

He knew what it meant to nearly end.
It was an epiphany, of sorts.

But there was this glow, as though
he had permission to use
whatever time was left.

As serious as a heart attack,
he was—
Afraid of being forgotten,
Of not being worth remembering–
but determined to try something.

It doesn’t have to be cancer.
Could be a stroke, the kind of thing,
you try to explain, but the lucky civilians
can’t understand:
“I could hear the whine of the bullet, the ugly sound of
something ruthless hunting, meaning to kill.”

You only know this
if you’ve heard the whine.
But it misses, now and then.
You realize you’ve got bonus time,
but fear being forgotten;
you’ve wasted so much time.
but that fire …
You mean to slap untruths
in the time granted.
Make some noise.
Burn some rubber.
Make someone cry,

Make someone happy.
Be honest.
Be true.
Repent wasting
seconds of precious time.
You know not the hour or the day.

It’s an epiphany, of sorts, hearing death whizzz by.
It lights a manic fire.
But you live sweeter, cleaner,
in its holy light.

A Wishful Thinking Please Let It Be So Nursery Rhyme

A Quantum Physics Poem 1.1

2020 seems like an Alternate Reality.

This is not an explanation,
Only my simple observation.

A Football Fare Fav Limerick

It’s football season. Politics aside, football provides lots of entertainment and fellowship. Hopefully, it can still be enjoyable for those who like to watch with family & friends and cheer for their teams.

And football season means football fare. I am a firm believer that the hot dog was made for watching sports and I have knocked down many a tube steak in front of the tube watching a game. My personal preference for a dog is Hebrew National 1/4 pounders, however, I am good with any dog that doesn’t bite me first.

A Going All In To Not Go All Out Limerick 1.1

Trump announced that he is willing to spend his own money on the presidential campaign. “Whatever it takes. We have to win. This is the most important election in the history of our country,” he said. That may be the only thing that he has said about the campaign that is true. It certainly is the most important election in the history of the country for him.