Allergies
Maladies
Melodies
Allergies to dust and grain
Maladies
Remedies
Still these allergies remain
My hand cant touch a guitar string
My fingers just burn and ache
My head intercedes with my bodily needs
And my body wont give it a break
My heart can stand a disaster
My heart can take a disgrace
But my heart is allergic
To the women I love
And its changing the shape of my face
Allergies
Allergies
Somethings living on my skin
Doctor please
Doctor please
Open up its me again
I go to a famous physician
I sleep in the local hotel
From what I can see of the people like me
We get better
But we never get well
So I ask myself this question
Its a question I often repeat
Where do allergies go
When its after a show
And they want to get something to eat?
Allergies
Allergies
Somethings living on my skin
Doctor please
Doctor please
Open up its me again
Maladies
Melodies
Allergies to dust and grain
Maladies
Remedies
Still these allergies remain
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Even With A Prescription
As I sat nestled amongst the weeds,
I remember how high I use to get.
But these days I have grown to have allergies.
And coughing to sneeze with just one puff,
Disturbs me much.
Just knowing what I use to do to sneak,
To please me quietly...
Has now been legalized on many city streets.
And even with a prescription from a doctor,
This stuff I can no longer touch.
Although it is everywhere.
And within reach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making A Match
some questions:
tai chi's age please
height, weight,
sexual preferences
favorite color
any allergies?
recent operation
drugs taken recently?
the same thing
with Mr. Taylor
and ms. tai chi,
this is important:
do you still wet
in bed?
(ha ha ha)
same question
go for mr. butts
(and hope they
are not just
one and the same
person)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have been dairy free for several years, and I started because I felt it was going to reduce my allergies, which it did, and help me lose weight, which it did.
quote by Fran Drescher
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You're The Good Things
you were right im hangin round because
light and sound wont seperate us from them
you were right im underground becuase
slight of hand can't seperate your body from the dirt your standing on today
you're the good things yeah thats you.....
you're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
you're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out
you're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft
you're the loud sound of fun when im trying to sleep
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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When the Body Starts to Go Broke...
you complain of flu
time has now asked for an accounting
how your body is used
how is it abused
with so much work
and thoughts and stress and
waste
you think about drugs
and the possibility of a vaccine
i say there is more to it
we don't live by drugs alone
or bread
there is more to this tired body
this restless mind
go deeper
ask your heart
and listen
there is more to this sickness
the symptoms shout
asking for help
the prescription is right there
on those
vomit and allergies
sleep a while
let your dreams tell the story
let that voice tell you where you are
and where must you
go
next time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Time of Shoddy
The time of shoddy
Is now back again
Chinese clothing
Is now folding
Reflections of Chrome
Leaching out of strips
Small flowing rivers
Of mite sized shimmers
Glitter everywhere!
Allergies everywhere!
All BEWARE! ! ! !
poem by Jayesh Patel
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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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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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S.O.S. Medecins
S.O.S. MEDECINS
Analyst
To be sure, as before,
when he walks through the door,
her poor heart will again be at ease;
each imaginary ill
will be silent, or stiill, -
for ‘tis only the mind’s maladies!
When her pulse’s tremor
can’t be felt anymore,
then he’ll ask about neuroses,
why her senses shriek shrill?
why her faculties fill
with the buzzing of billions of bees.
Why tears flow by the score?
Why morale is so poor?
Why anxieties cause allergies?
Why do fears self fulfill?
Why do fantasies thrill?
and so many such symptoms as these.
Of the problem the core
is her psyche is sore,
though no dangers imperil the brain;
but the journey’s uphill
once emotions outspill,
to restore her rapport he’ll explain.
Under medical law
whats repressed must outpour,
as she suffers severely from strain;
so he’ll pop in a pill
which will last her until
she can call upon him once again.
S.O.S. Medecins
Cynic
One should set little score
on the scares of poor squaw,
when swearing her arteries freeze
Jill can conquer her chill,
there’s no chance it could kill,
fears of mice fade so fast before cheese.
Nowadays the error
most men make, I’ve heard swore,
thwhen frail females of faintness complain;
is to pander until
cash is emptied from till,
or fair dames objectives attain!
Set a trap just before
Doctor raps on the door,
Love repeat, humble pie eat to please,
Promise dress, time to kill,
plan a trip to Seville,
see, surprise, she’ll arise from her knees.
On reserves straight she’ll draw,
back to health to restore
her persona, control she’d regain;
for despite Doctor’s skill
she no longer feels ill, -
will from future depressions refrain.
It is best to ignore
scenes and swoons to the floor,
proving psychosomatic disease:
before doctor can fill
out his visiting bill,
dangers fading once granted maid’s Will.
18 January 1981
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Sickness
he cannot imagine himself
now
swallowing from pill to pill
his stomach
becoming more like
a pharmaceutical
storage cabinet
there is a pill for his
numb arms
another pill for his
acidic stomach
more pills for him
to sleep
another pill for his
throat infection
another one for his
allergies
side effects of some
drugs that he had been
taking
this sickness into death
until one day
he refuses any pill
not that he cannot pay the bill
he is ready for
the thrill
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My friend Sweeney
the roaring laughter
ridiculous tales
sold as the truth
he was unstoppable
those evenings at the hearth
we exchanged views
between a bottle of whiskey
as the mellow drink settled inside us
and the last red embers died
i saw his face damp and the heartbreak
of a thousand Irish families in it
rubbing he complained about allergies
telling me a limerick and cracking the seal
of another good label
poem by Martin Lochner
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A Story Of A Delicate Man
he is the delicate man
he brings an umbrella
even when there is no rain coming
he is the kind
that makes sure everything is in order
his shirt well folded
his shoes well polished
his notes in folders
his table dust free
his anti-allergies ready
until he lost
everything pleasurable in his life
until he ages
and now he goes back to the places
he misses
gathering all the flowers
along the pathways
plucking each one of them
but his nose cannot smell anymore
his hands are shaky
his feet arthritic
too late
too late
the niche is waiting
the epitaph is hungry for
the words
of his regrets.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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More Public and Meaningful Action
If years have been spent investing in garbage.
And the nurturing of it has been conscious.
Why are there complaints from anyone,
That the reeking smell of it.
Has begun to affect their health?
So petitions are drawn,
To solicit authorized and professional help.
With a wish to get to the bottom,
Of their afflictions
And although they have been warned,
About the planting of Poison Ivy.
Those warnings were ignored.
Because those who adored.
The look of it surrounding their brick homes,
Dangling from windows and framing their doors.
Could not connect their severe itching,
To their unwillingness to listen.
'Excuse me?
There is nothing wrong with my thought process.
I have suffered like this from allergies for years.
You don't know me to talk to me like that.
I can get another doctor.
One more interested in treating my ailments.
Than one trying to tell me something's wrong with my mind.'
And upset with the responses they individually get.
They collectively decide the hiring of high priced lawyers,
To represernt their interests.
Shows them unified,
Together with a purpose meant.
To take a more public and meaningful action,
That addresses their major concerns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out There' And In Number
There are those who believe,
They can do as they please.
Even expressing disrespect,
In everything they do...
That might cause others to get upset.
And expect these people do,
To be forgiven.
After an apology has been delivered.
With attempts to blame...
Every aspect of their nonsense,
On a childhood lived.
This explanation may include...
Negligent parents.
Or an overprotective smothering done.
Or pets that created their allergies.
Or...
Ancestors who infected the family bloodline,
By not using Food and Drug Administration approved...
Pesticides,
On homegrown vegetables.
And this left a scar that tormented,
By the acknowledgement...
Of those vegetable not being totally fresh and organic.
Hey...
These folks are 'out there'.
And in number!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hand That Feeds
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like an old diseace
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
I cant refuse any loose harted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame, but yo aint proud
Mabye your attitude aint right
So all thats left for me to do is bite
The hand that feeds me
Feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na, na...
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All the things you put me trough
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeah
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
(repeat)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Piano Picker
Everybody always ask me
How I got to play so fine
And friends, Im gonna tell ya
It really did take some time
Yes, after years and years of practice
And a case of real bad knees
While the other guys were out playin with the football
I was home bangin on the keys
And it got me
(*) right where I am
This is me
Playing the piano
I hope ya like what I do
Its for you
And Ill try and sing right too
I guess Im really very lucky
That Ive got this thing to play
cause it can really make me feel good
Even when its cloudy and grey
Yes, after years and years of practice
And awful allergies that made me sneeze
And now the other guys are out playin with their girlfriends
And I was still bangin on the keys
And it got me
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Doctor Doctor
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh the mess Im in
She walked up to me
And really stole my heart
And then she started
To take my body apart
*livin, lovin, Im on the run
Far away from you
Livin, lovin, Im on the run
So far away from you
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, Im goin fast
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, Im goin fast
Its only just a moment,
Shes turnin paranoid
Thats not a situation for a nervous boy
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, the mess Im in
But you look so angry
As I crawled across your floor
Shes got the strain,
And I cant take any more
*repeat
*repeat
song performed by by Ufo
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The fairy at the bottom of my Garden
There's a fairy at the bottom of my garden
she flits in and out of my flowers
I can sit on the step here
and watch her
she stays there for hours and hours
Her wings and so golden and flimsy
Her little body a few inches in size
but her heart is her biggest attraction
and that isn't any surprise
For the fairy at the bottom of my garden
spends her day saving the bees
for they keep on taking the pollen
but dropping it each time they sneeze
I bet you didn't know that the buzzers
had allergies from pollen, sad hey?
the sound that you thought was just buzzing
are bee's that are sneezing away
Now this fairy works hard as she
gathers the droplets of sweet
pollen that fall
diving and swooping and gathering up
and rolling it into a ball
She sings an enchanting little melody
that sounds like a gentle wind chime
Oh how I would love to have a fairy
to pick up after me all the time
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Ex-Lovers (a found poem*, October,2012)
Borrow my allergies
uptight
as we ate grape
fruits and pinned
numb-
ers-long
Borrow my parts
grandmothers;
Sort out my bank account
sort out my bank account
ridiculously&surely
borrow me
without
an
interest
rate.
Without
love.
Without
the smallest
amount of time
without
posession&thought
Sort out my eye-blink
and piles of money
& messages-
Unpin your palms
to
me.
Unpin your palms
to
me.
And please:
Log off
without
reading
my
in-
box
without
boxing
me
out-
of:
your lipped in a secret alley:
fists.
(*on Daniel Sonabend's daily meditations)
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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No Thank You
No I do not want a kitten,
No cute, cuddly kitty-poo,
No more long hair in my cornflakes,
No more midnight meowing mews,
No more scratchin', snarlin', spitters
No more sofas clawed to shreds,
No more smell of kitty litter,
No more mousies in my bed.
No, I will not take that kitten--
I've had lice and I've had fleas,
I've been scratched and sprayed and bitten,
I've developed allergies.
If you've got an ape, I'll take him,
If you have a lion, that's fine,
If you brought some walking bacon,
Leave him, here, I'll treat him kind.
I have room for mice and gerbils,
I have beds for boars and bats,
But please, please take away that kitten--
Quick--'fore it becomes a cat.
Well...it is kind of cute at that.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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