Hanani
I am allergic to snkaes and you are allergic to snails,
But our next door neighbour is allergic to dogs!
Vision and technology,
Framed with the decorum of the imaginations of your love;
But i have no husband to look after these children.
Hanani my friend,
The dinner table is set but i am alone with my kids;
And i need you around to join the party!
For we are all allergic to something on this earth and,
Your request will be of a soun use when you do visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Allergic To The Blues
yes i hid your car keys, honey
yes i hid your suitcase
and i'm the reason you can't find
your makeup and your toothpaste
and i'll do anything it takes
to keep you here with me
losing you's a sure way
to set off my allergies
Chorus:
I'm allergic to the blues
i get these teardrops in my eyes
you know i've always had a bad reaction to goodbyes
So 'till they find some injection
to calm that love rejection
all i've got to save me now is you
I'm allergic to the blues
it wont be five minutes
after you walk out that front door
'till i'll be fightin' for my breath and
feelin' like i'm done for
well they might find me froze to death
in our bed alone
now do you really want that
on your conscience while your gone
Chorus
song performed by by Randy Travis
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It All Started With Her
The day faltered to an ignominious end,
Internet connection lost, email off, cannot
look up anything, headache caused by my
feasting on chips - and a cheese griller - for
breakfast, super recipe for culinary disaster
Felt so oppressed by the ubiquitous black I
wear everywhere; pulled out my ice-blue top
to be an Ice Princess again, start the dream
with the mirror playing along - light just right
in the afternoon to show a smiling stranger
With whom I can enact shows on my own -
yet I could try to be a good mother and wife
ask everybody about their lives, but getting
chased by Nici from her room with hubby
engaged in earnest technology research
I ensconced myself in the warm glow of the
kitchen - Tiaan entered and commented on
being allergic to egg, I inadvertently said all
allergic people should be shot, starting with
me, he enacted the scene, shooting all down
Commenting - when people enquired about
the shooting - he would point to my corpse
and say, ‘It All Started With Her…'
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Since I'm allergic to various things, the army wouldn't accept me during the war, and I got into the Office of War Information, which sent music to Europe.
quote by Elliott Carter
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There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?
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I have a 6-year-old, and his thing is to turn on Radio Disney in the car, and I get such an allergic reaction to listening to that music and the context into which it falls. I'm really working on him about that.
quote by Aimee Mann
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I hate ugliness. You know I'm allergic to ugliness.
quote by Imelda Marcos
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Boy Scout
I went grocery shopping and offered the use of
my preferred shopper card
to the old man in front of me who forgot his.
I drove my friend to work,
he would've been late.
I let a homeless girl with kid, dog and cat
stay here last night even though
I’m allergic to them.
I pushed with my hands
then pulled with my car
a broke woman
broken down in
downtown traffic
then told her how to fix her car;
I’m a fuckin’ boy scout.
poem by Jon Edward Walker
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Gold
She writes me, ' buy something for you at least this time
you always bring for the others
like a Santa Claus.I would like to see
that you come with a gold chain and a bracelet
like a movie star.
but I know gold is allergic for you in hard times
and it flies like a jet to a pawn shop'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You Radiate, As If a Bouquet of Flowers
Please...
No need to flatter yourself.
I said you radiate,
As if a bouquet of flowers!
I am allergic to flowers!
'Then why would you say,
I 'radiate' like them? '
It's an upgrade from the weeds,
You reminded of.
However...
I still sneeze,
Whenever you are near!
'How can we remedy that.'
One of us will have to take the 'hint'
And stay away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victory Bakery
save me a spot
please............................... .........................
i will die should i have to sit without food...
i am a big girl..............................
food a need......
oh and....
i am allergic to 'nuts', shellfish, strawberries (at times) as well as...do not try to 'trick' me into eating YOGURT or other foods that might have touched shell fish-just to 'see'.
My epi-pens have become quite an expense...
oh theme song
'yogurt, yogurt'
poem by Necessary No Name
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Kerkera
Kerkera, I'm leaving you, my love.
You know the reasons:
I can't fish, I can't farm
and I'm allergic to all tourists.
Adio, my native land
Where shall your like be found?
Where the sounds and soft airs?
There is a fourth Fate that governs income.
Up the saint of any other deme!
Captain, weigh anchor, malakia,
Keep, oh my friends, me, keep me
from Athens we sail for America.
St. Spiridon, St. Spiridon
money first, then
to the haven of your holy bones
light me safely home, again.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Surtax
When I was young and Scottish I
Allergic was to spending;
I put a heap of bawbees by,
But now my life is ending,
Although I would my hoarded pelf
Impetuously scatter,
Each day I live I find myself
Financially fatter.
Though all the market I might buy,
There's nothing to my needing;
I only have one bed to lie,
One mouth for feeding.
So what's the good of all that dough
Accumulating daily?
I should have spent it long ago
In living gaily.
So take my tip, my prudent friend,
Without misgiving;
Don't guard your fortune to the end,
But blow it living.
Better on bubbly be it spent,
And chorus cuties,
Than pay it to the Government
For damned Death Duties.
poem by Robert William Service
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I Was Told You Are Indeed A Rose
Even though I was told,
You are indeed a Rose.
I still could not tell from the scent,
Since I suffer from a recent bad head cold.
Something suddenly has happened,
To convince me of this.
And you can be quite different,
Not so detected as a Daffodil.
I can tell the Tulip from a distance.
Or a Carnation on a suit lapel,
Without getting close to sniff it.
But you 'they' say,
Are a Rose to uphold.
And I can't tell if that is true.
Since my nose is blocked.
And getting near to you...
Waters my eyes,
And keeps them closed.
Whatever that is you've got...
Makes me sneeze a lot!
I wanted to get a dozen of you,
To splurge.
But I think I am allergic.
And that has prevent my urge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Potato Muffin Cake
Sweet potato muffin cake,
What is it going to take...
For you to let me get,
Another hug and squeeze?
I promise the next time,
Not to sneeze and cough.
My allergies flared up...
Just when you took your sweater off.
Who knew I was allergic to cashmere?
Sweet potato muffin cake,
What is it going to take...
For you to let me get,
Another hug and squeeze?
Now that you know,
Cashmere and I do not agree...
Perhaps you will give me,
Another opportunity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Macaronis
Italian people peaceful are,--
Let it be to their credit.
They mostly fail to win a war,
--Oh they themselves have said it.
"Allergic we to lethal guns
And military might:
We love our homes and little ones,
And loath to fight."
But Teutons are a warrior race
Who seek the sword to rattle;
And in the sun they claim a place,
Even at price of battle.
The prestige of a uniform
Is sacred in their sight;
They deem that they are soldiers born
And might is right.
And so I love Italians though
Their fighting powers are petty;
My heart with sympathy doth go
To eaters of spaghetti.
And if the choice were left to me,
I know beyond a doubt
A hundred times I'd rather be
A Dago than a Kraut.
poem by Robert William Service
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Sunday Afternoon in Chocolate City
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City.
I only came to visit,
but I drank of a bittersweet brown elixir
and came down with an allergic reaction to leaving
My endorphins got all swollen
with the spiritual notion
of Black Love
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
My lover is on bended knee beside me
We had been fighting over nothing in particular,
Perhaps just because the thing between us is so strong
We barely have room for our own selves.
So we pray.
Pray for love
Pray for strength
Each for someone else
Then for one another
Together we Pray
for the anger to go away
Ask for understanding of a love so strong it chokes
and we can only breath together
we share the air between us
always, out of breath
always, needing more
Just like that,
reaching for a tissue,
an accidental brush
we are twisted limbs of amber and mahogany
backsliding into one another
sweaty in humidity
our wetness caramelizing on the floor
It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
And we forgot to say “Amen”
by Ghetto Girl Blue
poem by Jessica Holter
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Riddle Or Parable
Age 11 allergic to rattle snake
antitoxin
please give me an answer
to that
Age 25 most secluded place
I so could find 30 miles from
nearest hospital like kind
betrayed by love
death guaranteed
floating above myself
in emergency room
found by boy looking for frogs
six months of shame and embarrassment
trying to reajust to reality
not some ones pity
Please give me an
answer to that
Age 28 on way to school
hit wall split bell helmet
in half egg shell
in school next day
please give me an
answer to that
Two dozen more of such
I could so tell If you have
any questions an
answer to that
So please feel free
to ask away if
afraid it is that your
not
poem by Uloia Norris Moore
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Very strange animals
I know of a bird who can't stand heights
and a Moth who hates bright lights.
There's a Camel who detests the heat
and I saw an Elephant with tiny little feet.
I've witnessed a snail run very very fast
and a Sloth become an Olympic gymnast.
I've heard of a Polar bear who's allergic to snow
and I know a Giraffe who lives in a bungalow.
I've seen a Rabbit driving a sports car
and been served drinks by a Zebra in a bar.
Did you know a Gorilla lives in my street
and his mate a Lion who won't eat meat?
Yes these animals are strange and a bit queer
but I wrote this and I'm Rudolph the Reindeer!
poem by Kevin Halls
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I'm Not Brave Or Known For Courage
I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
The living life form that I fear most happens to be my fellow man
Of those known to be violent I avoid them if I can
Even on their best behaviour bullies they have darkness of the soul
And one must say they are quite dangerous when they are out of control.
I'm not brave or known for courage just your average ageing bloke
And I like being with laid back people those who like to tell a joke
These to me are feel good people they are nice to get to know
Acquaintances with their sort into friendships do grow.
One known for to be violent could never be my friend
I see their type as control freaks of that I won't pretend
I like the easy going sort power over others they don't need
Not hard to get along with and quite likeable indeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Takes My Hand (Revised)
A pleasurable anticipation, no great
expectations, a small white scarf pasted
with silver enlivens this big black mantle
draped symbolically about my neck, a
gesture to the universe that I believe in
goodness of life while surviving allergic
reaction to last night's fried fish dinner
Cheesecake pie aggravated the situation
yet eased hunger pains, been working since
dawn - need a break to assemble thoughts
about chivalrous people making me feel a
lady, talking to them I'm wearing a lacy
ball-gown - darting hither, thither and yon
to an orchestra playing
In the rear black attired assassins bear
strange cases, no doubt containing rifles
with telescopic sights, exotic and deadly
weapons - shivers of excitement run down
my spine, a smiling stranger takes my hand
for the next dance…
Friday 13 April 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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