A withered hand,his body frail
Where once formidable strength
had been,
He still had a cast iron will,
but there was so much
that stroke had stolen
By: J.N.R Dutton
AILMENTS
Brain
Drain
Liver
Quiver
A heart
Restart
Minus
Sinus
A back
Attack
Finger
Dinger
Written May 14, 2022
Ailments? Purim Cures 'Em!
Down 'N the Dumps?
Simcha smoothes most lumps,
What's Simcha? Briefly, Shared Joy,
As more 'tis shared, less there is to annoy!
Trade a warm feeling, return a smile,
Rids everyone of at least some bile.
Together, we overcome trouble,
Synergy! Life expanded, unconfined by the bubble!
Purim practices include:
Mishloach Manos; Friendly giving gifts of food,
Booing Haman; Rejoicing in justice coming to a bad dude,
Related in reading aloud the Megillah, a group "Thrillah",
Purim Seuda; a common meal festively "Imbues Yah",
Matanos Leveyonim; gifts to the needy do truly cure,
Giving does more to the giver as to the poor!
Adar, name of the month, a "Roller Coaster" journey,
When Spring, time of green health inspires, "Arise from your gurney! "
Assuming Disguises; In Adar, nothing is what it seems,
7th Adar, Moses born & died, joy & grief in reams,
Even in Persia, Esther becomes Queen, a saving surprise,
Ailments? In Purim lies a cure! Mirth & birth reprise!
my alarm clock
plays Bach's
mellow
cello
to wake to
not an earth
quake shaking
me out of bed for
i've been
not to be
mistaken
thinking
not dreaming
for these are
fluid and so
very lucid
where as of my
thoughts they
get me gots
pieces and
not peace
to even
sleep
just
feel as if in
a box not
filled to
the top
please leave
some standing
room in the back
for any free flowing
posabilitites
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Thinking of all my inner pain
Staring out the window
Thinking my life has been in vain
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
surmizing my mental health ails
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Thinking of all my fails
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Thinking I am ready for the end
Staring out the window at the falling rain
Knowing there is no mend
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Should I choose the "hang"
Staring out the window
looking at the falling rain
Pulling the trigger and
My life goes out with a bang
I can no longer see
The falling rain
Always call the Suicide hotline they are always there to help.
Written by mj June 10 2018.
Bovine ailments make cows sad
Diseases I have never had
Dreams that cannot be fulfilled
Stomachs, four, happiness, nil
Soured milk from rotting udders
Poorly calfs with fretting mothers
Coughing, wheezing as they plod
Where many a gangrenous hoof has trod
In pastures green you ruminate
Lamenting your uneven gait
Too weak to really go the distance
Requiring veterinary assistance
Perpetual clouds in bovine skies
Leave salty tears in Freisians’ eyes
Time may heal, but it can’t take back
The worms in your digestive tract
Killing time is half the battle
For disease inflicted cattle
In the wake of wooden tongue
And lumpy jaw, you stand undone
Bovine ailments make cows die
In peace at last, their carcasses lie
Let fate release its tedious vultures
To feast on victims of agriculture
From parasitic infection released
Now ambling in joy and peace
On to cow heaven, single file
Softly mooing, breaking a smile