Cough Cough Oops
yesterday accidental deletion shocking wrote
'Salt Tears Arch Into Rainbow Bridges'
was buzzing in creative electric mind spaces
then distraction unbelievable cough cough oops
accidentally deleted next six drafts no other copies
next was really good who pulled plug I pitiful mug
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cold
A cough and a hack--
On february 17,2006...! ! !
Gosh it made me--
Feel outright sick! ;
Tell ya-thought i was dyin'...! ! !
Had such a cough and a hack...
That i went 'willy-nilly' to the doctor...
And he diagnosed my attack;
When i arrived home...
There on my street awaiting me...
Were a dozen Red Roses...
Sent special to lil' ole me! ! ! ;
A cough and a hack...
Can be downright mean...! ! !
The virus can destroy...
And its totally unclean! ;
So theres a moral to this story...
IM sharin' with only a few...! ! !
Stay away from the COLD virus...
Cause the cough and hack will surely attack you! ;
The Essence
May 30,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Under The Weather
Along the streets, my leaden feet plod:
In my mind, this all feels quite odd.
Usually, when walking, I keep a good pace,
But, at the moment, this is not the case.
When I cough, my chest gives a rattle.
Just to keep going, feels like a battle.
Walking along a road that's all uphill,
Is a real struggle, and takes all of my will.
I seem to have lost my ‘get up and go.'
My pace at the moment is painfully slow.
My nose is all flaky, and has gone red.
Now, when I cough, it hurts my head.
I don't really feel like a lot to eat.
I prefer sitting down to rest my feet.
My soul within, feels quite deflated.
At my slow pace, I feel quite frustrated.
I cough so much that my ribs are sore.
Having a cold has become a real bore.
From me, some folk are now steering clear:
In case of infection, they won't come near.
Chances are that my cough will hang on:
I will be so relieved when it has gone.
My nose keeps running, just like a tap.
My inner strength, my cold has sapped.
Having a cold, I find just so annoying:
With my patience, this cold is toying.
I can't wait to be back to my old self:
Feeling happy, and back to good health.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Salt Tears Arch Into Rainbow Bridges
tears reflection
is cast in shell mist
of skin mirror mind
which must transcend
impaling of torturous now
into possibilities
of new birth beginnings
new love new life
birth is new happiness
when we tear through dead skin
of past life
we must outgrow
burst transcend newborn
body become shimmering souls
which must embrace gift illumination
of each days new light
vision mind paradise walks
salt tears arch into rainbow bridges
thoughts energy mind blooms phoenix glorious
passion walk among creation heal suffering souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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(Lyric poems) Two countries In one country
Aha.You see not so you see
The answer for you peples is more
Mis-education and more mis-education
How can you mock our lack of education
And refuse to give us the skills and
The resources when you know that we live
In two countries in one country and the
Doors of education are barred to us who
Are illiterate in the less affluent part
Of society?
You are the rainsbows chuldren of God
You must be vote and be vote for us
For this thing of democrazy to flourish
Otherwise we mays confiscation your salries
Mmm? What will you does? Mi girls en boys?
You don't has the guns we has the tanks!
How can you talk down to us and threaten
To unleash the violence of the state on us?
How can you paint a picture of a happy nation
When the vast majority of us live in poverty
And squaller and the resources of the state
Is diverted to your criminal officials and
Their associate cronies? How can you peddle
The lie of democracy to us while you know that
You give us reconciliation without justice to
Douse our legitimate demand of social justice
In the flames of your dishonest rhetoric?
One can retired in peacefil blith now
Not knowing ifs there's nyequality betweens the races
Let me cough cough... cough cough...cough cough
You can sleeps unwell knowing there's
No crimenals to return nicely your properdies...
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Coughing Woman
So what so the woman
Had a bad cough and they
Let her into the cinema to
Watch a film and there she
Was cough cough right through
The movie and it kind of echoed
And at times became the focus
Of attention and the odd person
Said Hey can’t you control that
Coughing? And she coughed in
Reply and the guy next to her
Moved and the dame behind
Tapped her on the shoulder and
Said Oughtn’t you to be in bed
With medication? And the movie
Rolled on and the people watched
Or moaned or did both and then
Towards the end of the film she
Stood up and slowly walking by
The people in the row and said
Sorry sorry and they muttered
Things and whispered words and
Finally she got out in the daylight
And beneath a bright sun and her
Coughing continued as it had begun.
poem by Terry Collett
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Too Many Aches And Ailments At Once
TOO MANY ACHES AND AILMENTS AT ONCE
Too many aches and ailments at once
A remedy for one causes new problems with another-
Tiredness is all-
Death is not feared-
Is it cowardly to want a way out?
One wills oneself to be courageous-
This thing is tried
And then another tried
One pain down another irritation up -
I cough and I ache and I long to rest
A poem cannot end the pains
Writing is only a minor distraction-
It is not good to be sick
And less good when one is old
Will I ever be alright again?
I have gotten out of this before
I will this time get out of it again-
But in the years to come?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The sound of poverty in my country
Whooping cough
From morning till night
There are only herbs
Some leaves of grass
Soaked in water
Inside a tin cup
That is prescribed to be taken
as Medicine
The sound is reverberating
Throughout the town
And no one seems to mind
What to do about it
It cannot be stopped
The people simply wait
For another wailing sound
Someone bedridden
Just passed away
Another cough is on the way
Today and it will be
From morning till night
And as usual the people just wait
There is nothing that can be done about it
as the sounds of poverty reverberate
throughout the country with nothing but faith
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yesterday, When I Was Mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed it, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like i do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when i was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, i don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Mi Estrella Brillante … 0610-2k12
(my brilliant star who is no more……a sad poem)
Life is a rainbow
With countless vibrant shades
but many to eyes hidden
toil endless with their spades
Life is a rainbow
with vibrant colors and hues
some dreams die too young
to savor the morning dews
Life is a rainbow
with merry laughs and smiles
many in darkened corners
cough on fractured tiles
Life is a rainbow
brimming with bold and young
cast over board are
so many heroes unsung
Life maybe a rainbow
And clarion, the coo of a dove
in lonesome dark skies
circles my tireless lost love
Original
06 Sep,2012
Islamabad.
poem by Saadat Tahir
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Small Wire
My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web,
as doth the vine,
twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes
like eyeballs,
as many angels
dance on the head of a pin.
God does not need
too much wire to keep Him there,
just a thin vein,
with blood pushing back and forth in it,
and some love.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
So if you have only a thin wire,
God does not mind.
He will enter your hands
as easily as ten cents used to
bring forth a Coke.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The Cooked Meat
When rice and milk and oranges and white icing
Do their best to make you happy;
I speak to you a moment for the luxury,
I snuggled into the armchair.
I stood up in it as a child of the room,
A kind of food yielded as a happy heap.
I saw that the cook had lost her situation,
The snatched meat would suffice as humans could.
“I wish, ” she said suddenly, “ we were on a sunny shore,
Where there can’t be any whooping-cough.”
I can see food for all those in this room,
And there is no cough waiting.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I tell people, if you really want me to look that good, why don't you cough up about $2 million more and hire Alec or Billy? If you want me to do it, this is what you get.
quote by Daniel Baldwin
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Promise
There is a rainbow in the sky,
Upon the arch where tempests trod;
God wrote it ere the world was dry--
It is the autograph of God.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Oops!
With open arms,
you run to one another
but miss completely
and you both end up
hugging strangers
who wants no part of either of you.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
Your running for a bus
and it waits for you,
you tell the driver
the stop you want
and he give you a strange look.
You an close your eyes as he replies
telling you he does not go there.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
Your at an airport
Your mind is miles away
then you realise your flight
was boarding ten minutes ago.
You run down the corridor
but the flight has left without you.
Oops!
You‘ve done it again.
This old world keeps on spinning
but there are times for us all
when we just wish it would stop
and let us off,
but that only happens
when we oversleep.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
25 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Play with Rainbow
Play with Rainbow, wear the Rainbow
Ride the Rainbow high and low
Spread the color of Rainbow wherever you go
Paint with Rainbow, create a magnificent show
Share Rainbow with neighbor, family and friend
Give the needy a helping hand, reach out and extend
Dance with Rainbow, sing with Rainbow
Let the Rainbow shine through
Rainbow comes from Sun Shine and rain seven colors true
It paints the sky with seven colors and dazzling hue
It bridges the Earth and the beyond for a short moment
Arched, end to end, never changes, same as past and present
I wonder if there is Rainbow in the other world
Where we go when we pass on
Is there day, night or dawn
What is a Rainbow, how it is born
poem by Syed Karim
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The Bewildered
I hear the forthcomming buzz
Mosquitoes in demonic fuzz
Done something should be
Rebel, repel, hit it be
Ah, ready now to coil them all
An electrifying swat to burn them all
'Beware o' insecta-devils
Beware of a shocking batallion
Matted to balm and net and bang you all
Buzzing and fizzing muted thereon
Beware o'venom-vectored devils
Hubby dear ready with an electric bat
And me and the kids and the servant
And whoever comes home will swat
All by a magic of an electric racket
No more of your proboscis fright
And your saliva-welt
Flee away, flee away bloody heart
Frightened of ashed your breeds a lot
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Feeling Of Relief....
i just wrote a very long poem
it is about us
i must be too stupid to have pressed the wrong
part,
it got lost,
or it was simply deleted
and i tried so hard to recover it and show it to you
but you are not here,
on the other hand
i feel that i am just over reacting to that
know what? let the computer delete
or let the system experience its own error
i have no regret
in truth, i don't believe what i just wrote
it serves no purpose at all
and just like everything that is happening now
it is nothing but simply
another stupid thing that is happening to my life
when something stupid is deleted,
guess what? you feel relieved.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Death At 6'14 (disc)
[I'll buy it out there
got a cop down at
6:14, 6:14?]
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
whoo!
was that her dad
was that her dad
was that her dad
with the magic marker
writing little angel on her head
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la
whoo!
she must be dead
well she must be dead
she must be dead
if the only sound I hear
are the devils by her bed
oh
oh well
[cough
cough]
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
la la la la la laThe White Stripes Lyrics Index
song performed by by White Stripes
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Little Toy Soldier
Once upon a time there was a toy soldier and he lived in the play room
Once upon a time there was a toy soldier with a whip lash in his hand
And every night little girl sadie would take all her clothes off and wind up the toy soldier and he raised his whip and said
On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love might given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me
Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she run home from school each day
Little sadie loved her little toy soldier
And she locked her door so she could play
Little sadie got ambitious
And wound the clockworks so to tighter
So he could whip her harder and harder
On your knees little sadie
Little sadie on your knees
Taste the whip and love might given likely
Taste the whip and bleed for me
One day sadie wound and wound
And wound and wound
And wound and wound
Til suddenly the little toy soldier spring, went. . .
(ugly, beat her to death)
Ahhhh
Cough, cough, cough
song performed by by David Bowie
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Images of their silence
Awake again with the new dawn on his morning
He rose with memories as mist from ice lakes
She would be solo, by their jasmine terrace
Hugging herself, their tender dreams guarded
He couldn't move, solo too in quondam roles
Of colors from choices and reasons forced faded
Lost now in this new dance, his destination lit
Limbo spaces for him, his rainbow bridges
Tears she laughs away from letters revealed
She waits for his footfalls sure as their sunrises
She is a true poem in his sculptor-hands, each time
And tears blind him too, as his chisel rings blue…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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