Best Cures Poems
When your world is topsy-turvy
Opt out -- if you must
But don't stop CHARITY
GIVE a few coins, slices of food,
To the beggars, real or fake
And the universe heals THE HEART
By degrees. College degrees fail
All too often as does "religion,"
Just be human, a mensch, once
A day, at the very least, & "dance"
The blues away (reluctantly, secretly)
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!
Conscience Cures.
I’m a horse on a bridle
Who doesn’t taste the metal
And chew it as meal enough.
Where I work in the Bank
Customer cash that I handle
Enough for money does not feel.
Where I work as a Doctor
Handling ailing naked bodies
Don’t appear bodies enough.
I’m a Teacher of Nature Study
(A Science of Reproduction)
Nonetheless does not seduce.
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“WHERE THE GOAT IS TIED
“THERE HIS FOOD IS FRIED;
“TURNING ROUND A POLE
“UNTIL THERE’S A HOLE!!!”
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How does a Firm thrive
Flayed by a thief’s knife?
“Utensils are not pills
“For taking after meals!”
JM
0th Nov’ 2013
Hang Over Reflections
Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30-year Bottle of Ballentine whiskey. Of course, we must drink it and then we must drink some soju
well this morning I woke up with a hangover
And thought about the contributions to world culture that Koreans have made. The perfect Korean hangover cure
And of course, this morning I am in the middle of taking the cure
The cure consists of
Lots of coffee
Liquid Korean hangover medicine from the local convenience store or drug store
Hangjanggu soup
A walk
Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out
Then Later following Mark Twain sage advice that the only known cure for hangover is to keep drinking. That is the Korean Hangover cure And it works
I had my first hangover at 16 when I was an exchange student for two weeks at a Navaho boarding school. Went out and got rip roaring drunk with the Indians They gave me an Indian name “Ski dish Digest “which means “Crazy friend” And I have now had Almost 45 years’ worth of experience dealing with hangovers a hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Today I wrote down the following hangover poem which I will share, and I would love to hear your Hangover stories please post them below and I will share them
Hangover reflections
Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker
A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Nothing more than that God’s way of punishing the drinker
God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking
Of course, the only known cure for a hangover is to keep drinking
Very much need of a cure today
Every day one has too much to drink
resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head
“Today we will practice
medicine and cure the flu.”
The clown announced it twice,
just as a fun thing to do.
He went into the laughing crowd,
and found an unhealthy fellow.
Took him by his hand and avowed,
“By humor, health will grow!”
The clown was right, although,
the ill man was embarrassed.
But they all took their bow,
after his cough was suppressed.
Over a hundred years ago in the bush of west Queensland
the cure all for everything was,
a mixture of axle grease blue stone and arsenic.
It was known to heal up skin cancer,
sore backs on horses kill swamp cancer on a horses belly ...
.it killed the skin cancer on old lumpy an Aboriginal about 1900 ad..
.bluestone was used to get rid of proud flesh on a horse...
.My great great grandpa Joe White,
when asked was it any good?
He replied it will heal up a dogs ass in 3 days,
and grow hair on it on the 4th ...
arsenic puffed into white ants kills many
and they cannabalise till the last ant goes hungry
thanks for your time...
Don
*Art Cures*
Art helps to express feeling and thoughts
Where no vocabulary can't, a crayon sought
With canvas and palette, I paint pains off
There reveals causes, was I too wrapped off
No sulks for sadness, the things that I lost
Thinking it over, a person I once was
Thank art for showing, an excellent source
Reviving spirit, showing the truth of
A strong rope thrown-in, a maginificent force
To a life that I, have never known of
See issues unearthed, so calm, I pause
Art helps to cure, each time, I paint my pains off.
Busaba Patanawiroj
6.7.2010
There are so many cures today
There's help for whatever comes your way
There's an almost cure for headaches that linger
Most of the time they can reattach a severed finger
There's transplants for thinning hair
And so called cures for fat are everywhere
Bad eyesight? Get some glasses
Then there's " Beano" for natural gasses
Trade an old joint for one made of plastic
Sounds awful, but it's not that drastic
There's even a cure for a heart shot by Cupid
So, tell me please, why there's no cure for STUPID
Beehives like laboraties,
Making drugs,honey,
Honey pure a cure and hope,
When there was no stethoscope!
THE LEAF HAS FALLEN
From its highest beauty place,
The sunrise and the sunset, nothing was missing,
Light rains, warm airs, indeed there was no gales,
How did you fall?
From being cured,
The love and the joy, fighting not,
Time, space, certainly there was no ignorance,
Why did you fall?
The season came, immediately strong wind blows you away,
Burning sun forays, in due cause you shrank,
Heavy rain parted us, instantly you were on the ground,
Don’t you think the soil will erode?
Be there for a while, sooner or later you’ll be my guano,
Deep down, through my roots you’ll become my leaf again.
Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.
I
Ayanda is a Zulu name (A to Z already), my daughter
Brindha is her aunt in KwaZulu-Natal, my "sister" - remember -
Calling cousins siblings is common among us (Tina's daughter,
by marriage to my uncle Krish, who is my dad's youngest brother)
Doing this: Naming folks who mean much to you, overcomes Corona
(or some features of the trauma of Covid19, crept upon us last December!)
II
Diana Segovia (I know!) is an Spanish-American friend of Hind
Eveline Lang, professor, was raised in Austria, special friend
(She was there when Hind & I had our American wedding at the Diles)
The Diles are now gone, once Rotary Club pillars, and Ohio U's FRIENDS
(Short for AFIS: Athens Friends of International Students, to Heaven)
III
F is for Fatmata Jabati, from Sierra Leone, good pal at Ohio U
(I will pause since recall is faulty. Yet great how surnames pop up for me & U)
G must go to Grady, never married, passed on in 2017, at 82
Grady Henry Dorsett, Baptist preachers in his bloodline, itinerant mind you!
H goes to Hadjuk, Polish American. Marcia, consort of Tom Diffenbach, PA
(Not Personal Assistant, Pennsylvania. Tom & I dabbled in Space Communes)
IV
So friends on SOUP (this site) the above is one healthy way to stay
Positive, engaged, not overwhelmed: list names of folks gone away
- In my case I have returned a long way: Home to RSA,
Republic of South Africa, saved by Jesus & Mandela - from USA
Who knows if I left in time, now for both nations - & Earth - I pray
when it had been yours
many things he endures
could be many cures
There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex and death.
Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
Life is lived though won or lost
We are forced to create a past
Time is also running damn fast
All must one day end at last
The loss we suffered long back
Is no longer a great drawback
We laugh when past loss we track
We are cured due to time's knack
That girl by whom we got rejected
That job from which we were ejected
That game which our father objected
That day on which we were injected
So many scars that no longer look bad
Innumerable insults that sadly we had
Various criticisms from our dear dad
Time heals stopping us turning mad
So, use time and very calmly wait
Time will carry burdensome weight
Try to reach a very great height
But, fall not for greed's bait.