"disinfecting" poems
Cause you're toxic Defiled
shedding the old you exposing a new person you have turned into
You're not around me... now
But when you are
I'm falling like I'm drowning
This friendships crowning
Evolved into another person that I just don't need.
Cause you're all full of passive aggressive rage that's melted my sight.
What's hidden and hissing waiting to devoure me.
Brainwashed to all the lies that you've been telling me.
Seducing me, loving me with self loathing injections, posioning.
Leading me to believe. Lies.
In the trenches abandion. Dark. Quite. So I stop being afraid. Nothing flogging me.
Reality: The unforgiving madness. Like a light in the darkness. My Heart.
I see that I can be worthy. I just gotta figure out how to get back my selfesteem again.
No one wants to lick my wounds of unchanging torture.
Cause I have been walking around in a salted skin.
Never healing, never dealing, with all the injuries that I've taken.
Don't want to soak up the death were you've laid me to rest. Cause it's changing me.
You are not me. I will never be you. You wanted me invisible, you still do, when all you can be is you.
Lets call it what it is: Resentment.
You will never be me! Sorry imitation. It's what's in the heart.
Look at me. Strong again.
Prying off the scabs of pain Disinfecting
Nine years and this is the end.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
Preventing contamination,
A constant challenge in cell culture.
Contamination not only affects,
The culture in question and,
Costs time and money,
But also endangers the reproducibility of results.
No cell culture problem,
Is as universal as that of culture loss
Due to contamination.
Generally, contamination may be separated,
Into categories of microbial,
And eukaryotic contamination.
Examples of microbial contamination include:
Bacteria (including Mycoplasma),
Fungi and yeast;
Eukaryotic contamination includes:
Cross-contamination with other cell lines.
Bacteria, yeast and fungi,
The three more common types of contamination,
But luckily these forms are often detectable,
Under the microscope and,
By visual cues,
Like colour or turbidity changes in the medium.
Mycoplasma is a small genus of bacteria,
That lack a cell wall and for this reason,
They remain unaffected by common antibiotics.
They are also difficult to detect,
With standard microscopes,
Due to their size, about 0.1 μm in diameter,
And the fact that they often attach to host cells.
To prevent contamination,
Use 70% ethanol for disinfecting,
Equipment & surfaces,
Related to cell culture.
Sterile filter the media first,
Before bringing to the lab.
Fetal Bovine Serum,
A potential source of contamination,
Contains mycoplasma.
Filter it at 0.1 μm, or,
Gamma irradiate it.
Aseptic technique,
Necessary.
The laboratory workers be the last,
But not the least source of contamination.
Teach them the ideal laboratory practices,
To ensure asepticity in a laboratory.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
the smell of a hospital
disinfecting hands and
identities
placed on the counter.
a passport-size ambition
a fingerprint of luck.
you have arrived.
you are here.
you came in
a bus full of languages
funnelled into the room
'welcome to - '
lost and found
in translation.
you cannot understand
you will try
to understand.
your newness.
new you.
you are new.
you do not understand
you are here.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
the sport of cricket
is no longer a clean game
bribes and corruption
have dowsed it in shame
***** money has walked
onto the cricket pitch
and it does so give
the sporting pundits a severe stitch
ball tampering by the players
and umpires being paid off
these disrespectful actions
causing cricket lovers to fulsomely scoff
the game of cricket has been
so badly sullied over the past few years
and it does so make the fans
feel less incline to cheer
cricket has a grubby tarnish
upon it these days
the ICC should be disinfecting
the game's wicked ways
devotees of cricket are not
a happy lot
they are waiting for the wicket
to be cleansed of all the ***** rot
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
staying the night
up high
in rainclouds
& I feel safe now
when I look down
the wide world
is so small.
we are all
tiny specimen
divinely dissected
subdivided into
lively sections
by wants by fires
by greed by needs
& secret desires;
one nation
under god’s feet
tired slaves perspire
unnecessarily
for possession
& obsess over
what they each acquire.
it is you, it is I,
and we are
frighteningly alike.
my attention’s quite untidy
all the time
my mind gets redirected
it walks like hell
& talks like heaven.
I am not well
I never have been.
but this hex is a blessing,
it’s too **** precious.
we are spilling
into the ocean
over the edges.
The Land is dead and
has been, days now.
I find it kinda pleasant &
I wonder if
they’ll ever
get around to
disinfecting the nest
of decaying flesh,
before it infests the rest,
y’know, the ones that got left.
rot is a pox
spread by proxy
& is not bonded
by neither
lock nor key; that’s like,
**** what you got
**** what you be
**** what you thought
what you think
what you see.’
**** you,
**** me,
**** everyone,
**** everything.
it’s lovely, it’s lovely.
I even think it’s kinda funny,
I laugh at nothing.
Oh, the irony
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
It is a quarter past June, and
already it seems like a record setting summer.
Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools,
as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where
my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet.
A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves
just over its owner’s fence.
Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move,
as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face.
Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones.
Alone I feel whole.
The disinfecting flames of summer
have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
I feel sorry that some people think
They
Weren't
Born
Whole.
So they go out searching,
Waiting,
Abating,
For somebody to complete their soul.
At a young age I was blessed to be broken
Got to put the pieces back together myself.
No man, no prince, no shining bright knight.
Just me and my sutures
Disinfecting alcohol on the shelf.
I don't need a healer
So no human need bother
I fixed what was broken
Saved you your wine-and-dine dollar
Spend it on a damsel
Who's been tricked into thinking she's distressed
Because I'm having none of that **** here
I'm the latest model of me and it's simply the best.
See medically speaking,
Scars won't ever leave
But they can always be replaced
By smaller ones chosen at your knives' reprieve
So I've built myself a brand new me
As whole and together
As possibly could be.
Patched up nicely with sutures
Tied ever so tight
Keloids like embedded trophies
Many a victorious fight.
And while one might go searching
Like a pollinating human bee.
I know my self worth.
I'll never depend on thee.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Sometimes you don’t know it’s the last time until it’s too late.
oftentimes it comes so suddenly,
a goodbye that you thought was only for the night
until you wake up to find that from here on out the only thing kissing your forehead before bed is your pillow.
other times you know it’s coming,
like the last time you’ll see that person laugh before an angel comes
and wipes away every sparkle from their eyes
with the same disinfecting spray used on that hospital bed.
but sometimes, the saddest way, is when you realize that last time has already come and
gone
you realize that a person you once knew, has already left their impact on your life
and has exited without a sound to stage left
after their last scene.
it’s true that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone,
but it’s also true that sometimes you can’t prepare;
like an unexpected hurricane,
and the only thing you have time to grab are some anesthetics for your heart
before evacuating.
every moment of every experience has value,
but sometimes you can’t see them
like the constellations that hide behind a cloudy night;
but they’re still there, they just choose not to reveal themselves.
the trick is, learning how to appreciate them.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Disinfecting myself from the rays
These blotches I feel
Squeezing the liquid
Straining my arm
Lubing up the branches
Covering proximal to distal
Not quite transverse
Ten minutes
Dispense and rinse
Evil flowing down the drain
Plundering materials of blood lust
Soft spoken memoirs
Papers shredded
Covering the ground
Pictures explaining what words cannot
Hole in the corner
Blocking a figure from view
This figure portrayed in the very nightmares
I awake from with hasty revolts of sadness and angst
The very presence unnerving
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
Erase
How could I have missed it for so long
Living an Ozzie and Harriet scripted life
Unable to see the reality
Long missing forgetting ignoring overlooking
How can someone erase memories
Make just a bunch of washed out snapshots
Alcohol is good at disinfecting things
It can clean a surface or erase memories
She left me those snaps shots
No usable video
How many things were wiped clean? Sanitized
Sterilized to black and white no color
I don't know, so much has been overwritten
Stumbling in the dark with a small candle
Only now seeing touched up photos
Why have these past memories been blotched
Were those formative years sanitized?
Only to be revealed at the end
Still bitter about the ending ones
Copyright 2017
Richard L Ratliff
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
When fringe groups go mainstream,
We're in a lot of trouble.
If extremism turns you on,
Sorry to burst your bubble.
A virus in the Wh…Breit House uses
Every opportunity
To threaten our democracy
By weakening our immunity.
Opposition to the virus
Is told--is ordered--to hush.
If you have been directly exposed,
Your brain will turn to mush.
Once you are infected the damage
Is usually irreparable.
(A fool and foolish ideas are
Without a doubt inseparable.)
The Bannon virus is dangerous
Because it's so insidious.
That's why healthy individuals
Find it so invidious.
Disinfecting the Breit House will
Require a lot of gumption.
People will say it's impossible,
But that's a mere presumption.
Remain healthy and well-informed.
There's no time to relax.
Woe to the country if the virus
Isn't stopped in its tracks.
- by Bob B (2-2-17)
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
the anonymous who keep us fed,
allowing us to stay in shelter, hide in bed,
while they masked and gloved,
go about keeping us safe and living
with no glory, the invisible,
the shelf stockers,
the wipe-downers,
of our collective spaces,
disinfecting when we
are home in our heads, while
their families worry~wait
we are the indebted,
so our collective can prosper,
no one calls them heroes,
but we would be at greatest, fatalist risk,
if not for the burdens they accept,
for they deliver
us.
so I when I ask nowadays, where is shelter,
the answer is, it is on the way, it is in their hands,
being delivered!
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
another note,
another stunning shyness;
you made it glow
like the sparkles under the water,
I’m fully interested in every word
that you would speak,
embrace your poetic mind
devour it ferociously,
my blood is beating inside my veins,
yearning to burst out of my body,
to hunt the sweet honey
that gently covers your golden pores,
if I Were Tinkerbell,
I would definitely pray every single night
for being the one and only Holy Siren,
That will insanely chase your soul
to inflate your hunger
with all the temptation’s tricks
for the sake of swallowing all your sins perfectly ;
disinfecting and archiving them
into our fairytale files,
Darling,
I love you to the point
that I used to crave being thirsty for you.
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 7:13 PM UTC
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People started drinking coffee and staring at Me
From studio apartment windows,
Under pretty white gazebos,
In the open carport,
Busy offices with disinfecting stuff,
Some even paused Netflix on their TV screens.
Some hated Me –
For while I smell sweet,
Only some flowers grow
In the springtime.
And there were some whose thorns
**** the other just to survive.
I watched while hands are being driven to the sky
As if they're waiting for Me,
As if they're prepared enough.
Some collects in pretty puddles on the pavement
So that toddlers in rubber boots
Can jump in and splash their parents –
And they're on it,
I bet the game has started.
Love is sincere –
I make lovers miss one another,
I lull crying teenagers
To sleep in their warm beds
And some keep dancing
Tapping the floor with each move
And they believed I was hypnotized
To delay my visit and their season.
People don't simply watch
And listen with gentle acceptance,
I saw various faces changing masks every day –
Trying to fit what seems an "endless time."
Some were afraid of Me –
As one talks about Me,
Some run away.
So they don't even hear my expertise.
That I wash pretty chalk paintings off
Of driveways in suburbs
And without a second thought,
I can make them clean.
One tells the other,
As if I seep through their ceiling tiles
Turning cozy little homes
Into chaotic whirlwinds
Of anxiety and destruction --
Maybe, that's how their perspectives are.
I love the kids, so playful of their kind --
So I get them out of the pool
While sprinting inside,
Cold, wet, and uncomfortable.
Then I wash the leaves into
their gutters.
I touch the earth with my presence
To feel some semblance of warmth,
And I don't leave the thunder at your home,
I don't break the things that I love,
Unless they let me break their hearts
For what breaks mine.
I am the Rain,
But most of the time, I'm more than that.
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 3:02 AM UTC
I am toxic.
I have allowed myself to dress in toxic.
I have learnt to accept toxic.
I unknowingly embraced toxic.
I disguised my toxic.
Yet, I expected people to love me.
My unattended wounds have sprouted toxicity and today,
Well today I pull my bandages off and they ooze toxic.
I'm cleaning it all out, allowing them to bleed on my unstained floor.
I am healing.
I am disinfecting that which I have allowed to become toxic.
Discarding the toxic.
Watching it flow, slowly returning back the power it has had over me.
I am in control.
I will become toxic free.
And when I demand love, I'll demand it with a whole lot of love for me!
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC