Fever Dreams

 

Fever dreams
Liberate the mind
Boundless and edgeless
Thoughts flow
Skipping between
Ponds of reality
No longer constrained
By rationality
I drift
What once thirsted for stability
Now wants for nothing
But the pretty colours
That seem to hold
All meaning
Within this play
Of consciousness


This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a poet, author, mental health advocate, and mindset coach. In these roles he has helped thousands of people move from a place of surviving to passionately thriving.

He is the author of 17 books, teaches on Skillshare, Insight Timer, and Udemy, hosts the Reality Check podcast, and is the creator of the Ask A Poet YouTube channel.

He is a qualified teacher, personal trainer, life long martial artist & coach, disability support worker, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counselling.

Plague Rat

 

I am a plague rat
A covid cat
A diseased gnat

My lineage?

The OG bat
That went splat
In the mouth
Of some pratt

Or perhaps it was a lab
Concocted by a Chinese bureaucrat
Or an elite crooked hat
Or a corrupt diplomat
Or a Rockefeller kind of aristocrat
All as a part of some Illuminati format
To make the economy fall flat
Allowing the aliens to come take our habitat
While we chitchat in hazmat
Debating the origins of the fruit bat spat

Did I correctly read the online thermostat?
The stupidity of keyboard combat?
The multitudes of conspiracy tit for tat?

All I know is that I feel like chat
I gotta isolate with a seven day forced sabbat
With nothing new to look at
Other than Putin ignoring every Geneva caveat

Is he a Hitler copycat?
Will there be a successful coup d'etat?
Should I stockpile water and fat?

Truth is,
Worrying about would war three
is making my mind far more flat
than anything this disease brought to my doormat.

How about that?


This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

You can read some chapters from the book, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.

 
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Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a poet, author, mental health advocate, and mindset coach. In these roles he has helped thousands of people move from a place of surviving to passionately thriving.

He is the author of 17 books, teaches on Skillshare, Insight Timer, and Udemy, hosts the Reality Check podcast, and is the creator of the Ask A Poet YouTube channel.

He is a qualified teacher, personal trainer, life long martial artist & coach, disability support worker, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counselling.

Daddy Dom Danny Andrews

 

Daddy Dom Danny
Loves locking us down
Six times he’s tied us up
To keep us from leaving town

He’s all about submission
And just loves the control
“Stay at home” he commands
“Or we’ll all pay the toll”

But Daddy we’re bored
Please give us something to do!
“Put this mask on baby,
Wouldn’t want you catching the flu”

We just want to go to work
But he is having none of that
“I think you need to be punished,
You dirty little brat!”

Still he is our Daddy
Which means he knows best
Think of all the times he’s fucked us
With his little nose swab test 

He’s waiting till he’s good and ready
He gets off on hearing us plea
Telling us to say the magic words
“Please Daddy, won’t you vaccinate me?”

Then he will reward us
With the freedoms only he can bestow
Till then he’ll keep threatening us
“Would you prefer to give Gladys a go?”

Oh no Daddy we love you
We will do as you say
Without a question or comment
We will sacrifice our pay

We will forgo our weddings
Our funerals and our fun
If you tell us to do so
We will even stay out of the sun

No, this scene’s gone too far
Now we have to say ‘Red’
You’ve reached our limit
We want out of your bed

Last lockdown we said ‘Yellow’
Yet here we are once more
We trusted you Daddy
Now we’re no longer sure

You’ve gone back on your word
Left promises unkept
You know what we did last night?
Nothing, we just wept

Where were you Daddy?
You’re supposed to provide aftercare
You hurt us deeply
Now we are going to have an affair 

Our breakup will be painful
We will make you suffer
All those weeks home alone?
They just made us tougher

We will find a new Daddy
One who will treat us right
One who will care for us better
When he locks us down tight


This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

You can read some chapters from the book, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.