It’s hard to see you cough and sneeze, All curled up in a ball; To toss and turn at every wheeze Is just no good at all. You miss your healthy self before The coming of those germs, But you know even germs must live Their predetermined terms. The cloud upon your face declares The falling of a tear, But hold your head up high for there’s A silver lining here; It’s true, the Messenger has said The Lord is with the ill, So come prepare the finest spread To host Him and His will. Begin with appetizer chants Of His Majestic Name, And line your plush repentance with The cushions of your shame, To pour into the goblet of Your heart the Word of Light, The more the pleasure of your guest The more that you recite. And then your Guest will sup upon Your supplication fine, Choose every word with care as you Beseech your Guest Divine. For everything you ask him for Is granted you, or stored For you to be united with The day you meet your Lord. Remember, child, that you are in A state, supreme and pure; So pray for much, but do begin By asking for a cure.
Four of my five submissions were published in the 2013 Annual Journal of the Society of Classical Poets. The works included are: Children of the Year Jameel and Jameelah On Cancer, Guns and Hit ‘n Runs The Ever Rising Tide This is a real honor for me considering only forty poets were selected from over 600 participants, and the journal has about seventy-five poems in it. Very heartening for me and my work. Thanks to Evan Mantyk for his consideration, and for his zeal in keeping the tradition of classical English poetry alive and thriving. -KM