"allergens" poems
I have migraine headaches quite often.
Stress could be a factor as
I am a fifty-one year old father of three;
a retiree with too many chits, too many broken nest eggs...
Or it could possibly be my diet:
lots of carbohydrates and complex sugars,
mixed well with large quantities of
diet soda and inactivity...
Or perhaps the trouble lies with allergens;
for my life is inundated with pet dander, pollen,
dust, and grass clippings. Add to that
humidity levels and mold blooms -
who wouldn’t be allergic?
Or maybe it’s just a brain tumor.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
With an autumn breeze
Wafts of leaves swish and swing
From trees to debris as fall brings in the insatiable cold comes the running nose just
As we drip the facet or hose to keep the pipes from froze. I send my head into the sky as something somehow shuts my eyes and I season the air with allergens spewing the unseen into the light making the invisible visible... Ahh-choooo
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 9:23 AM UTC
Allergens
Memories
Strong spices
Leave your scars
I'll send them below
Precious new memories will replace
Your unwelcome pain
Napkins and longboards
electronic haze
I don't watch Disney
I wish I
didn't know my parents
But I take this for granted again
Outbreaks
Gluten
Shedding
Flannels before they were Cool
painting my room
two shades of black
Shakira
I'll share my life
If you will pretend I'm awake enough
To absorb yours
Can we become closer?
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
*I'll swath my cliches
in over verbose decadence
and ask forgiveness in the morning.*
Edging
toeing
the fine line in between
Fighting to live
- or -
living to fight
in champagne surged soirees
of surreptitious allergens
Some ******* ballad
donning metalcore methods
aggressive to a fault
that is to say, earth-shattering
unyielding, unwavering, unapproachable
un-fucking-believable
You, me,
they, we,
truncated
but never forgotten
Had
but never spent
Forgotten
but never lost
Your name is in my autocorrect
with siren songs and call signs
from generational grievances,
Chivalrous misandry,
chorus discord
callous
Chandeliers swing
low like chariots.
Samson told us to keep dancing.
We were only listening,
abreast one another,
clad only in our genres.
We were so much more
until we were
lost,
but never mattered.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
allergens tickle in
like snorting
Pop Rocks
respiratory passages
closing up shop
relegated
to mouth-breathing
until I summon
pseudoephedrine
to bomb the ****
out of my face
Liquid Plumber
of snot
side effects may include:
scrambled brains
traces of ether
floating a foot off the ground
perhaps the sexiest poem ever written
and tmi
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
In an evening,
Washed with love,
Writing,
Tranquility and thunder in one afternoon,
Like fresh laundry,
Clean,
Newly refreshed,
Invigorated
New life's lease!
Raring and excitable,
As wild child plays,
Wallowing,
In styles novel!
Provoked into action,
While arrows fly,
Origami swans created,
Folded wings tinged with pastel tints,
Dripped from loves pipette!
A miracle constructed,
From twisted paper,
Origami swan can't fly,
Unless caught on gentle breeze,
Gentle breeze,
Brings allergens sneeze!
Captured in sunlight's mesh,
Studied through patterns from a picture book,
Designed with child in mind!
COPYRIGHT LIVVI KENT 27/05/2013,
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
Animosity allergens,
dark as the Dracula’s dungeon,
insidiously infects the heart.
Vivacity begins to part.
In the realm of my subconscious,
I've confronted my madness.
There’s a monster in me that should die-
my morale withered and dry.
My spirit polluted with hate-
toxic as organophosphates.
The psyche is a perpetrator
who lusts for the power of ******
Drowning in the depths of darkness
of my wild imagination,
I’m shocked by this revelation!
The epiphany of my evil-
influenced by the vile devil,
my ego- sinful and gruesome.
Dear Lord, what have I become?
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
took a bottle from the cupboard
then she tilted back his head
this meant trouble, he discovered
when she read out what it said
it said hazardous to health
twice as poisonous as bleach
keep it on the highest shelf
keep it out of children’s reach
treat like pepper spray or mace
or an acid that could maim
store it in a cool, dry place
and avoid all naked flames
the instructions then suggested
it could leave him stiff and pale
if by chance it was ingested
if by chance he did inhale
then its pungent, toxic odour
from its allergens, writ BOLD
burned his nose like caustic soda
made his nostrils yearn for cold
since the content seemed unstable
so she handled with a glove
but she let him read the label
and the word he saw was LOVE
held his nose and told him ‘swallow’
made him chug it in one go
and the pain was quick to follow
why she did it, hard to know
felt like acid ingestion
not a gentle warmth inside
so he asked the girl a question
‘is an antidote supplied?’
she said ‘there’s no medication
just a long and slow decline
there’s no cure or vaccination
you can only pray for time’
and that pain he still remembers
since his stomach’s still upset
just a pit of glowing embers
from that girl he can’t forget.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 7:39 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Night Court
For the Prosecution: Spring Allergens
For the Defense: Anti-Histamines and Acetaminophen
If only headaches went away at night
They don’t, and a fresh catalogue of pills
Does nothing except fog reality
The world spins on and on, and sometimes off
The pillow is a bitter accuser
Detailing again all of life’s mistakes
The sheets and blankets wrinkle in disdain
The world’s last spring-wound clock grinds through the hours
Maybe the world will stabilize at dawn
If only the headaches will go away
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Summer is here
With sunny days that are truly warm
Time for jackets to take a break
Time for some outdoors BBQ steak
Time to get Vitamin D on my skin
Find me on the weekends by the beach
Outdoor pools winking at me like
hey, come in here and swim
Lots of drop-top cars on the road
People socializing-ish
Flowers blooming
Allergens spreading
People sneezing
This is summer season!
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
One might as well call this an equinox
For night and day are equinoxious now:
Mosquitoes, soul-withering heat and damp
Itch-allergens and rattlesnakes not featured
In advertising fantasies about
Bugless, unbitten happy families
Posing with plates and carnivorous smiles
Before neighbor-envious chromium grills
And playing free of heat rash and pustules
Around surgically sterile swimming pools
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
As I tiptoe through the English Country Garden.
Trying not to disturb the beautiful sights and sounds
I smell the sweet flowers that grow
Like the Buttercups
Forget-me-nots
and the snow drops on show
I hear the birds sing in the sweet joy of spring
And I see the butterfly that sways gently in the breeze
I see the hedgehog waking from his sleep
And the Insects like the bees the ladybirds
I see People with hay fever through allergens in the air
Spring time is here it's that time of the year.
THE END
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
These are not tears of sorrow or joy;
These are tears from allergens, m’boy.
(As Tennyson did not say)
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
They sometimes call me the gray girl.
For most, it's the dye I pollute my ***** dish water hair with but
for few, it's the cold ice water that's replaced the liquid pumping through me.
Sometimes I wear men's golf sweaters in the summer.
The droplets that slide down my back remind me
that even abominable snowmen melt and while
it's mostly sweat, it's partially my inner workings thawing becoming nothing but a pool beneath my wiggling toes.
Deep puddles, never-ending trenches to trudge through,
Shallow puddles, the same ones I used to play in when I was a kid. Splashing and leaping until my lower limbs stay covered in rain water mud and my bangs smell like the outside air.
I didn't seem to melt as easily then.
They sometimes call me the girl frozen in time
Maybe for the '96 edition baseball keds I wear in the fall, mimicking the past, keeping it's stillness locked away in a time capsule along with the same ice princess costume I wore three Halloweens in a row.
Or maybe for the worn out flannel from Pools that always seems to be the first thing I throw on my shivering body when old man winter blows his first frosty kiss
always finding it's way to my cheek.
They sometimes call me rosie
Not the riveter, but always for the hue of reddish pink that accents my nose when spring showers and April flowers grace my passageways and fill my visuals.
It's more than the allergens, it's the intoxication of new life with fresh beginnings that make everything seem smoother than the honey tea dripping down the corner of my mouth.
They sometimes call me all of these things, but I've always been known as the season of dwindle.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
We (as far as I can remember)
Started out to recreate a sane conversation
In which facts of all shades and shapes would
Simply emerge and connect themselves into
Acting structures.
There was a phase in which
Burgeoning ways and means of
Unearthing and spreading these bits
Occupied and riveted most attention;
Followed by something – Fear? Sense? –
Expressing as allergens to ungrounded factoids
And structures acting not from meaning
But obviously from the hindbrain.
After who knows how many rounds of
Lunge feint riposte I found my little self in a
Small drifting group which seems mostly set on
Maintaining through and despite all that something
Uniquely value-added – esthetic, mimetic, cosmogenic or
In any case fertile in cross-breeding ways – is going to fly
On be nurtured and eventually cover the terraqueous globe.
But there seems to be a tacit condition set in this local world,
That the “novel factoid” stream from ongoing earth-21st century
Goings on be ignored. Which begs the question of why do we need
1,200 geosynchronous satellites to do this.
Or –
Was that my drift?
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC