"laryngitis" poems
Albert had an ARTHRITIC knee
which gave him curry
The core of a BOIL is oft hard
to extract
Yesterday June experienced
a server stomach CRAMP
Too much dry weather
can cause the outer DERMAL layer to peel
Never read in a poorly lit room
for you'll have EYE strain
After eating spicy pickles
dad had bad FLATULENCE
Some twenty eight years ago
my friend Helen had her GALLBLADDER removed
They say that a glass of water
will stop HICCUPS
From end to end
our INTESTINAL tract is thirty foot long
On Sunday afternoon John
broke his JAW playing football
Some people have
very boney KNUCKLES
One of my work colleagues
is prone to getting LARYNGITIS
Colin suffers terribly
with MIGRAINE headaches
Sometimes people tend
to endlessly NAVAL gaze
A woman's OVARIES need to be checked
on a regular basis for any abnormalities
The PANCREAS secrets a hormone
known as insulin
QUININE once was extensively used
in the treatment of Malaria
Since my sister has put on weight
she cannot find her RIBS
The STIRRUP bone lies
within one's ear
Dan Aykroyd the famous comic star
has webbed TOES
Should you bump your ULNA bone
it may give you reason to groan
The VARICOSE VEINS is great aunt Ruby's legs
were very pronounced
Does anyone know of a good remedy
for unsightly WARTS
At our local hospital
we have an antiquated X-RAY machine
As tiredness and weariness sets in
one YAWNS quite a lot
****** ZOSTER can make
a person constantly itch
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
SuzAnne, nee Christine
Irascible, Incorrigible, Indefatigable, Affable
Adopted sister of Doug and Mike and sort of Jill
Lover of ideas and stances
Who fears laryngitis and deafness
Who needs music and malleability
Who gives grades and advice
Who would like to see Firenze and the Pyramids of Giza
Who lives in Hot Water
Wilson, nee Doe
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
i have a headache. i have sore arms.
from drinking at 3 in the afternoon.
from holding you up on a pedastal for hours.
i dreamt about a salty girl
riding in a parade & confetti
made of dollars.
the golden rainbow is no bigger than my fist
and is blinding the dangling lovers.
next march the taste of flowers will
return to **** the garbage men,
they will be struck down by
flying swords of grass.
you will see the way the calvalry
becomes twisted up in drugs,
like a tornado singing a misty song.
it will let the dancer drift into orbit,
and i will watch as a pirate dies
of laryngitis.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
i'm sorry, my
car broke down
cat puked
got sick
i puked
broke some appendage
that is necessary
for writing
tripped on a saw
hugged the wrong friend
got laryngitis
can't talk
got *****
by a tv show
all night
my dad's a hippie
sorry
couldn't make it
to class
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
The waters stagnant
The wind won’t blow
National laryngitis
And no one knows
And no one sees
Our generations so empty
Were apathetic
So unoriginal and bleak
We haven’t got a voice
We haven’t got a face
Where’s the infinity?
Come on evolution pick up the pace
Where’s the great poets?
Where’s the philosophers?
Abstract artists
All I see are pretentious mindless shoppers
We are the future
We are tomorrow
So let us all bring light
And forego the sorrow
No pensions
Just tension
No security
Conformity
They don’t care
They don’t see
They want what’s now
And what’s trendy
Fakes and phonies they surround me
Actors leading false lives
How oh how will
Our generation survive?
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Are you looking for a solution
To whatever aches and pains might ail you?
During a night of TV viewing
You'll find something that should not fail you.
Linzess might stop your belly pain
Or discomfort from your constipation.
(Just be sure to open a window
To provide some needed ventilation.)
Feeling nerve pain? Then try Lyrica--
Unless you suffer from arthritis.
If that's the case you need Humira.
But that won't help your laryngitis.
Some ads say Abilify
Will help you if you have depression.
But watch out if you start displaying
Bizarre, unexplained aggression.
If atrial fibrillation has you
Feeling somewhat out of sorts,
Maybe Eliquis will help you.
Be careful, though, when playing sports.
Feeling dry eye? There's Restasis.
Muscle ache? Then try Aleve.
But they won't help with COPD;
To think so would be so naïve.
For that you'll need some Symbicort.
But what if you have (gulp!) E-D?
Or B-P-H? Then there's Cialis;
But don't expect a guarantee.
For type 2 diabetes there is
Farxiga--just one a day.
But that does NOT mean you can hit
The pastry shop and eat away.
For if you do you'll need some Nexium--
Yes, that little purple pill--
For acid reflex isn't fun,
And Zantac might not fit the bill.
If menopausal hot flashes
Are totally driving you insane,
Brisdelle should give you relief,
But do not take it with champagne.
With all these drugs we can't go wrong.
For everything there is a cure
Or relief from pesky, nagging symptoms;
But read the label to be sure.
Because of the possible side effects
Of all the drugs that you might be taking,
Be sure that you have considered the risks
And done some careful decision-making.
Watch for rashes, swelling, blood clots,
Gas, nausea, lung infections,
Diarrhea, stomach pains,
Four-hour plus erections,
Heart failure, thoughts of suicide,
Impaired judgment, shortness of breath,
Change in moods, drop in blood pressure,
Loss of consciousness, coma, or death.
- by Bob B
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Paganini left angels
with laryngitis, as he
ran his bow across their
throats.
till they voiced the devil
of him, hexed where he stood.
to be branded by the common
knowledge of admirers.
so what did Paganini do with
that hex?
he used the power of its persuasion
to part Europe's legs.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Aged and mellowed, golden whiskey in a wide mouth Mason jar.
Poured over sweet rock candy, was the guaranteed cure,
of ticklish throats; sprained ankles; hair loss; hang nails and more.
Always kept on hand, for times of desperate need,
of which Grandpa had a profound proclivity for.
No glass nor tablespoon was needed to dispense this elixir.
Just twist the ring, pop the lid, up end the jar and let it slide
down your parched throat..ummm, I mean, soar throat.
I remember well, my first bout with laryngitis at the age of seven.
Grandpa hurried off, to get the magical jar of homemade "Cure".
Minutes later, he came in, carrying the jar like a precious jewel.
Pouring some of that honey hued nectar into a large serving spoon.
Tasting it first, making sure it hadn't gone bad, of course.
Then he slipped the spoon edge between my lips.
Boy-howdy, my eyes watered, I coughed for a spell.
Then slept like a baby.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
Stopped
By
Pain in the back
Stilled
By
Mucus and head aches
Silenced
By
Laryngitis and miscellaneous fears
Stopped. Stilled. Silenced.
Filtered sun through mid-day blinds
Distilled thoughts of shallow mind
Yield
Little light or clarity
Sheets damp with familiar musk
Covers twisted into a personal husk
Descent
Into loathing and disdain
Stopped. Stilled. Revealed.
In sickness and in health
The union within of lies to self
Broken
Stolen
Dying…yielding
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
she carried the kind of
personal bearing
that screamed and shouted
"Take me!"
"Pick me!"
"Look, look at me!"
sadly enough,
her bearing
carried laryngitis
and was simply
too whispered to hear
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
So this is how it ends?
All of the fizzle and bang and loose threads?
Saltwater wounds, tightrope casualty, red burning throats
This is not laryngitis
This is my heart shredding it's home, trying to escape
And maybe it learned it from you
Saw the escapist make her out of a trap called loyalty,
decided it wanted to give it try,
realized too late that you can take yourself out of a home
but the pain always follows
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
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you hear so obviously
what I utter in mutters under my breath is a bridge
shaded from view where the hobo's live
when they don't want to be bothered
I pilgramaged to the top of a mountain
to loose my whispers in the wind lost forever
bleached, torn and fraying bits of a flag that lost the war
But you picked them up like so many scraps of paper
fluttered and jumbled to reconstruct and decipher,
I MEANT TO THROW THEM AWAY
but all you notice are
keys to my safebox, in the garbage can
making a jingle jangle ruckus in their silence
Though I must have laryngitis still your receptors
never picked up the signal so clearly as when
I venture to get away, erase what I wrote in white noise dust
as if I had shouted my carefully guarded secrets
from rooftops
Sometimes I fathom you can even hear my thoughts
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper
Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
And
over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Diminutive inherent, lost to all cost where thine bloodless are apparent. Individualist, laryngitis to spread the lasses pantomime mind in pallid peal revertists!!!!!
Guillotine's to cut dreams where the wearer's don't do their jobs,
No guideline's,
His his nor hers,
Just the impatient of informal mobs!!!!!
Nuptial contracts,
Some go forward,
Others move back for their dreamists of Escapist's,
Slavists,
To ordainists!!!!
What a morn to waken to,
Ourselves are now, tomorrow's Now, yesterdays you!!!
Periscopes swoped of pervading snippets,
Gas to wettened grass,
Cool it's to gas-leaked whipits!!
Sorties of emotional spate,
Youngest of lovers split,
I still haven't a date!!!!!!
Terrestrial angelic one, for where art thou sanhedrin prints?
Where heavenly carpets line your drive........
Where thine words are frankincense ,
Where your satisfying to high drug mind!!!
Thoroughfare to GOD ,
Where's thine throttled chariot?
Where glider's art heavensent,
And undaunted soldiers do protect you.....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
You may choose;
But your choice is one harmonica
In a marching band.
You witness dereliction,
Obtuse public officials,
You are enraged.
Around you, idiots refuse to speak up.
Laryngitis afflicts the voice of the people.
And you are the croaking,
The strained exasperation.
Hear the band? Hear the different drums?
Now listen.
Truth is a snow cone still melting and trampled.
Integrity is a little flag on a little stick,
Justice is a Cadillac and good folks waving.
The law is a thousand empty peanut shells
Exploded underfoot
And see that balloon, way up, up, up, gone?
That is the spirit of America.
– 1980 – Denver
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 3:54 AM UTC
My throat swells with emotion,
cutting off my vocal chords.
Like my body has decided to slam the door.
I surrender to my voice's remotion.
I lay down my loquacious swords,
and take a respite from speaking any more.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC