I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.
quote by James Thurber
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I Wish All Flowers Don't Have Pollen
Non-stop sneezing
runny nose
itchy eyes
oh, what a day!
My pollen allergy
here again!
Cherry blossom
plum blossom
peach blossom
oh, how lovely!
but so sad,
I cannot have them
inside my house.
Non-stop sneezing
runny nose
itchy eyes....
oh,
I wish
all flowers
don't have pollen.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Sonnet-My Food-Allergy
And now and then, I taste the foods I shouldn't;
So stupidly in utter disregard;
The things I loved to eat, some now I couldn't;
My allergy too has made me a Bard.
The sufferings that follow are so great;
I take the drugs to combat Allergy;
Of course, the symptoms do promptly abate;
But side-effects do steal my energy;
1 wish I had avoided the mistake;
I can’t be careful, all the time in life;
By miracle, if God-could only take,
Away the poison that adds to my strife.
Yet, blame I will myself for my sad plight;
How can a poison turn harmless o'er-night?
poem by John Celes
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Allergy Enemy Friend 13/11/2009
Something affecting my eyes, I suspect
the curry hubby added so happily to our
food, eyes swollen, vision blurred, cannot
read my book, allergy symptoms in tinnitus,
unending fatigue
Allergy is my greatest enemy and friend: forcing
me to work like mad to overcome confusion and
lost opportunities, it developed my character into
a rock-hard entity to keep fighting the symptoms
with humour
Driving me into isolation and inactivity – yet it
brought me the greatest joy: forced to seek
relief in mental activities, I read the most
wonderful books and feel compelled to
write poetry!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Madness Suppressed
Allergy medication seems to press my brain through
my skull until it runs out of my ears, thoughts and life
force leaving me, I stumble on like a Golem without a
chem, unable to accomplish anything
A concentration span of one second at most, one foot
in a sandal, the other in flipflops, only one earring, too
anxious to stand still long enough to get hold of the other,
pressure and confusion mounting
Stopping every task to tackle another one halfdone also,
starting on an official text then realising I don’t know who
I am nor where I am – aha, a dead giveaway that I am no
longer part of this universe - where
An actor always knows at least one of these things, I feel
worms crawling in my eardrums, takes all my self-control
not to fish them out with a sharp knife, I hope allergy attack
over before I go irretrievably mad - and
Cannot return to the conventionally normal state of
suppressed madness in which we all live…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Hay Fever
Sitting by my stereo all alone
My baby calls me on the telephone
She says, baby take me out for a dance
I tell my baby I feel so bad
I cant go out and its making me sad
But when you see me, I know you will understand
I got hay fever, blocking up my head
Hay fever, I ought to be in bed
How can I dance when I can hardly breathe
Wish I could cure this infernal allergy
I got, hay fever blocking up my brain
Hay fever, feel the sinus pains
And all the pills and the powders are in vain
Thought I was cured but here it comes again
It goes ooh-ah
The pollen counts getting higher and higher
My eyes are sore and my nose is on fire
My throats dry now and Im starting to perspire
My stuffed up heads killing all of my desire
I got hay fever, you wicked allergy,
Hay fever, you put the curse on me
And Ive inhaled every know remedy
I cant stay cool cos Im starting to sneeze
I cant make love when I cant hardly breathe
We start to dance and my nose starts to bleed
There must be a cure for this hay fever
Is there a pill or a powder I can take
I must get a cure, for my romance is at stake
Hey fever, you tore my image down
Hey fever, I must look like a clown
I must have used every tissue in town
Im running round sniffin like a hound
It goes ooh-ah
I wanna kiss but Im sneezin instead
I cant make love when my head feels like lead
How can I pose when my nose is all red
We should be home, should be tucked up in bed
But I got hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
song performed by by Kinks
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The American public is not aware that there might be potential allergenic and toxic reactions. With regular food, at least people know which foods they have an allergy to.
quote by Jeremy Rifkin
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Brain Without Orientation (Revised)
Quite content with my lot having finished
Rob Parsons ‘The Heart of Success, Making
it in Business without Losing in Life' - given
my shortcomings and limitations, and
specifically, the allergy
I couldn't have lived a self-absorbed creator's
passionate life, but I'm delighted to do
assembly-line translation for Government
departments, achieving the most important
goal: happy relationships;
My nuclear family is kindness itself - poet
brother a wise mentor who safeguards my
mental health, my twin sister much happier
now that her dreams are fulfilled - in short,
life's improving
Though phenomenological Zen-Buddhist
existence is impossible due to the allergy
I love reading and music - my routine job
entails challenging research, I might not
deserve merit but everything's significant
Falling into black holes and nihilism of life's
emotional roller-coaster yet I'm lucky,
content, my colleagues are wise angels
teaching me to concentrate daily, what
more could I ask, given my beginning as
A brain without orientation?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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An Apology
Oh! My beautiful naked fragrant flower
An off-season for me this Summer.
I am sorry as this old wearied bee
Rests on a pepper tree,
It's allergy the pollen
And I am scared of hay fever.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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About 20 per cent of the population believe themselves to have a food allergy and only about five per cent actually do.
quote by John Warner
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OPIUM (perfume)
This page on which I sketch my words
will hold the scent of me.
The powerful aroma of Opium
is my personal identity.
It seems to be the only perfume
that to me is allergy-free.
I've worn it now for many years.
I probably always will,
just a dab behind my ears
and never over-kill.
It seems to be my single vice
and is like a magic pill.
For it makes me feel so good.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Thus far
I took treatment;
The body-ache was gone; with it the winter too.
I took treatment;
The allergy was gone; with it the spring too.
I took treatment;
The acnes were gone; with it the summer too.
I took treatment;
The gastric was gone; with it the autumn too.
Sometimes I got fortunes.
Sometimes I was spared.
Sometimes I was rescued.
Sometimes I got miseries reduced.
I ascribed all to my God I believe.
With time I have grown thus far.
With faith I have stood thus far.
15.04.2007I
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mad Professor Blyth
Mad Professor Blyth is working on his pet invention
to dematerialise himself into the fourth dimension
He's got his mind set on illusion
to find the secrets of diffusion
Conclusion: he disappeared
Tried it on his cat one grey night when it was foggy
Never got it back Oh what happened to his Moggy
He's got his mind set on illusion
to find the secrets of diffusion
Conclusion: he's disappeared
All the kids around about his neighbourhood
used to laugh at him and call him names
Silly old bat freaky four-eyes
sort of things they used to shout
He can't hear them now
He's disappeared
Colleagues at the lab
they all thought that he was crazy
Don't know where he's at
His formulas to them are hazy
He had his mind set on illusion
He found the secrets of diffusion
Conclusion: he's disappeared
song performed by by Hollies
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My Idea Of Bliss
Explained to my colleague my idea of bliss, giving
up meat, finding the taste revolting, eating butter
on rye crackerbread and drinking milk powder in
coffee - she frowned and told me this would be
fattening, I would grow as round as the earth
Yet before doing this I ate the right food on my
husband's safe food list and had to watch my
widening girth; now I don't fear the enemy in
butter and milk, as long as I have no hunger
pains to plague me all day, no headaches
No allergy symptoms at play, I am content to
leave the meat on my plate, if turning into a
vegetarian is the next step in healing from
aches and pains, I shall rejoice, eating
creatures with higher consciousness
Just seems so wrong - I'm holding thumbs
this healing goes on…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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One & One Make Five
(tennant/lowe)
-----------------
Have you heard the news?
Everybodys asking who
Is that man youve been seen with
And why Im never out with you
Please, tell me that you love me
Sort out this confusion
Say our love is still alive
For people must be jumping
To the wrong conclusion
That one and one make five
What I need right now
Is to hear you say they got it wrong
That hes just a new friend
A perfectly innocent one
So, tell me that you love me
Sort out this confusion
Say our love is still alive
For people must be jumping
To the wrong conclusion
That one and one make five
People are assuming
cause its so confusing
That one and one make five
If one and one make two (make two)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
Dont need to worry about you
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
But here, where gossip and rumor thrive
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
One and one add up to three, four or five
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
One and one and one and one and one make five
(one and one make five)
Lets stay in tonight
Maybe disconnect the phone
The correct arithmetic
Just two of us at home
Oh, tell me that you love me
Sort out this confusion
Say our love is still alive
(one and one make five)
For people must be jumping
To the wrong conclusion
That one and one make five
(one and one make five)
Tell me that you love me
Sort out this confusion
Say our love is still alive
(one and one make five)
For people must be jumping
To the wrong conclusion
That one and one make five
(one and one make five)
One and one make two (make two, make two)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
Dont need to worry about you
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
I dont need to worry about you
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
Dont need to worry about you
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
One and one make two (make two)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
(here we go here we go here we go here we go
Here we go here we go here we go here we go)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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No Progress Unless
A movie from 1966
a real period piece
late, I cannot sleep
due to the allergy
so horrible, I do not
wish it on my enemy
Cannot lie down at all
only on the cold floor
dreaming is not easy
when I feel ill; spiritual
purpose of suffering is
never to suffer again
I am not making much
progress unless reading
Seth Speaks for esoteric
information on multidi-
mensional conscious-
ness and reality
Will enrich my spirit -
oh, I hope so…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Hand Luggage
Always carry a new pair of socks
When you start on a long plane ride
Bring a book that is sacred to you
Herbal sleeping aids
A picture of your child
To put by your side
Between medicine and memory
You will find what you need to survive
In the pressurized hours
You will think of Dad's advice:
Remember the cost of every thing
Find out the truth about belief
If there's some religion that you need
Create it for yourself
If you want to build anything
Start right at the start
And just when the sweet world is winning
The lessons of life come at you hard....
That's when you wake up in your seat
In a sweat, spilling the coffee
Wishing there was a clean shirt
In your hand luggage
To cover up your heart.
poem by Frank Bana
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
Feelings: Will Cinderella Ever Go To The Ball
My biggest fear since I was small has
ever been fear of boring nothingness
I commiserated with the animals for
their confinement to the here and now
and their enslavement to nature’s cycles
desperately seeking my own escape
through mind- power and ethereal
thoughts, but today I realize BEING is
JOY –only I am bereft of that privilege
of joyful being through my allergy…
I’m so glad to know the goodness of
the universe, but my question is
why was I born without the ability
to enjoy being ‘per se’, confined
to discomfort and pain – why was
I left out of everything? And will
this Cinderella ever get to go
to the ball?
poem by Margaret Alice
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A love poem to a poem
for there’s what you planned to write about,
and what you find yourself
writing about; perhaps
find yourself, while writing about..
and there’s the poem itself; did you
consult it about what
its plans were? and when
it’s got itself written,
gone where it wanted to,
said what it wanted to say,
become what it wanted to become,
do you really know
what it’s finally and really about?
is it telling you more about
you than you knew yourself?
is the poem writing you?
did we, as with the unicorn,
feel the unspoken need for it,
and it became?
in some other world,
did two grains of dust change places?
did a new sort of light
shine on a new sort of place
in some new sort of time?
poems are like cats:
we think we own them;
they allow us certain rights,
but they own us.
this is a love poem
to a poem
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Last Dance
Wake up! its a monday morning
No time left to say goodbye
Cant breathe and the lights are changing.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back to where you come from
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
You wake up in the mornin
And the suns comin up.
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And hours and hours and hours
Its been up for hours and hours and hours
And you light up the stove
And the coffee cup, its hot.
And the orange juice is cold, cold, cold
Monday morning,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Its time to go,
Time to go to work.
You can live your own life
Making it happen
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin
Oh no, oh no.
No, no, no.
song performed by by Neil Young
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