Best Medicine Poems
Medicine Hat Appaloosa
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Remember free will too has been gifted,
with freedom allied to fate's fickle choice.
Tendered words uttered still..now uplifted,
God provides each one a life and a voice.
Ere life ebbs and scrimshaw scrolled hands beckon,
find strength in Medicine Hat horse's paint.
Flesh prized and spirit bold, yet to reckon,
respectful head bowed, pray it isn't too late.
Of sarcasm's sharp sword, one can ill afford,
cursed hubris' price which is never repaid.
The cost of soul's vows torn in broken chord,
word's sting or solemn praised tapestry made.
To cheat one's own heart with standard-less staff,
turned now to stone, to write lone epitaph.
Poet's note: The Medicine Hat Appaloosa is the poem.
Quoth TheRaven - 7 July 2019
If laughter's the best medicine
I think I've had an overdose
It's coursing through my body
From my head down to my toes
I'm worried about my Ass
They say you can laugh it off
I'm building up pressure
Like a giant Molotov
I am taken to the funny farm
They think I've gone nuts
I started seeing animals
Walking around without butts
How is it possible
It seems like a bad joke
I'm laughing so hard
I start to cough and choke
I guess in the end
I really did overdose
It didn't quite kill me
But it really came close
So control your laughter
Maybe one chuckle's enough
That dang old funny
is powerful stuff
written by: Richard Lamoureux
Smile you're on Candid Camera Contest
OLD MA.
Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...
NO HIDING PLACE.
An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada then onto Japan
The Mounties tracked him down
In old Tokyo Town
He was caught cos they always get their man...
A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
Went to a posh restaurant called Vicars
A girl walked out the loo, there were titters
Her face turned a bright red
At what's every girls dread
She'd gone and tucked her dress down her knickers...
DOMINATRIX.
A dominatrix from the state of Maine
Enjoyed hanky panky out in the rain
She'd use a leather fetter
T'would shrink as it got wetter
And her clients would pass out with the pain..
A FRIEND IN NEED.
The outback two mates went to catch a 'roo
One got cut short and said "I need the loo"
A spider crawled up his knee
As he was starting to pee
And bit him hard on his digeridoo...
His mate phoned the flying doctor who said
"Suck out the Poison if it has turned red"
He thought to himself no way
His mate said "well what's he say?"
He said "in 'bout half an hour you'll be dead" ...
LOST THEIR WAY. For Gershon Wolf
Geese flew south they were honking and hinking
Snow storm came they were blinded and blinking
They had no way of knowing
Where the hell they were going
To see them sway you'd think they'd been drinking...
Written 21st October 2020.
Sometimes I just go crazy
Trying to give my kid his medicine
You have to be some kind of genius
You know, like Thomas Edison?
And I've tried almost everything
From the airplane to the train
But he always sees it coming
And the teardrops fall like rain
I try to tell him, "It's good for you"
He just tightens his lips and grunts
Or knocks the spoon out of my hand
Just another of his crazy stunts
Now my kid is only four years old
And when I tell him it will make him better
He says, "Have your people call my people,
And print it in the form of a letter"
And Mary Poppins lied to us all
When she told us what to do
"A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down"
Well, that just simply isn't true
We live in a world where sickness abounds,
Sometimes stumping the best of providers.
Symptoms and tests almost always expound,
While the emotional costs grow wider.
The travel and care and expenses we bare,
In dollars and tears for a healing.
Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers,
Our reverence and humility kneeling.
Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take,
And the position that attitude matters.
A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake,
Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters.
Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold,
Or abodes filled with love and affection,
Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old,
Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
(Un)Happy Hour
Bob went to the doc with pain in his rear
Walked with a limp and was "loaded" with fear
doc hemmed and he hawed
amazed what he saw
Stashed deep in Bob's butt were two pints of beer
SNAIL
I love my cool wheelchair to bits.
But when I get married it fits
to walk down the aisle,
it may take a while...
by then they're all snoring, the gits!
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LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE LIMERICK CONTEST
sponsor: Jan Allison
October 13, 2016
Forty years of married life, the couple set out to celebrate
Fine dining beautiful wine, and a waltz with stumbling gait
Turning to her husband she demands for him to remember details
Quickly he answers, “Yes darling, your beautiful dress, my hat and tails.”
He walked beside her hand in hand she notices a tear drop that falls
Thinking he’s sentimental she demands to know what he does recall
Sighing wistfully looking at the stars he tells her, it was before they did wed
Your father had a shotgun, he said if I didn’t turn up I'd wish I was dead.
“Why do you remember that, is there nothing more romantic you can say?”
The virago of a wife demands more memories of the wedding day…
The husband sighs “He said he would send me to jail for forty years at the very least“
I just had a thought, if I hadn’t married you, tomorrow would be my day of release……
© 28/11/2012~GG~
Entry for Laughter The Best Medicine sponsored by Vie
I know a creative soul named Jan
She births laughter - it’s surely her plan
Giggles must shadow her
Her wit creates a stir
She’s funnier than most any man
Paean On Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
March 26, 2022
“A Cross To Bear”
Like salt in wounds, the pain ignites
Infected to the nerve,
Intrusive sunlight, blinding eyes
A hell I don’t deserve.
Useless band-aids morph as pills
False hope to cure real pain
Yet thoughts can be close to immune
To changing patterns, flying sane.
Invisible, this illness grows
The mental torture reigns
The harder that I fight this beast
The tighter squeeze the chains.
These ailments burrow deep within
Depression and much more
No choice of mine, they’re part of me
A lifetime mental war.
However, though, I suffer much
I know life isn’t fair
For each and every one of us
We have a cross to bear.
Written on December 1, 2021
“A Cross To Bear”
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Little bits of giggles
alot of tumbling wiggles
under the guise of medicine
good for every ailment!
hungry for health
tell you what you need
every day laughter
really helpful indeed!
These days I feel as if I'm being consumed
by worry and uncertainty.
Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see
regarding issues of my health
has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me
in the nights of my soundest sleep.
Once I was the epitome of calmness and stability.
Though a bit anxious, I chalked this up to a little nervous "energy."
My feelings rang with gratitude and gladness
although the voice of all my emotions was almost always small.
Laughing loudly, on the other hand, was the sound of my greatest pleasure!
Even today, my emotions are not often loud.
Despite current feelings of betrayal and disappointment,
and also of great anger,
I rarely bellow.
Feeling often overwhelmed, I muddle through.
I've plenty of nervous energy still.
And almost every day I find time for comedy.
I guffaw loudly at my favorite sitcoms,
remembering that laughter, after all, is the best medicine.
Jan. 4, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest
medicine
grant me grace
walking through
this ghost of faith
burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire
medicine
my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again
blur my fate
bring me low
humble quiet
liquid soul
medicine
dream no more
search not of
look not for
passion's gate
deep within
dreams will float
a lake of sin
medicine
oh life unsure
blurring days
a quiet cure
yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
blessed truth
medicine
your will is mine
live between
space of time
bring me forth
heaven's gate
lacking love's
forgiven hate
American doctors all suck
We're in it to make a fast buck
Your meds cost a bunch
So eat pills for lunch
And pray God has blessed you with luck!
I always said that when I die,
I would love to return as a butterfly.
One with yellow, velvet dominions,
Fragile and lofty pinions.
I confused freedom of flight,
With a more placid folly of delight.
I fancied a short life of absurdity,
Rather than one of conformity.
Now I cherish longevity,
Grounded within ancient philosophy.
To satisfy the quench of survival,
Claim a primal, self-powered revival.
A fierce passion for more depth,
The precious treasure of breath.
Stamina and vigor from inner domination,
So I value every moment of creation.
Oh! The prehistoric sagacity,
Exempt from conceited desparity.
Replaced with the confidence to lurk,
And love obscurity's dark murk.
And still adore butterfly's romance,
Though not as a victim of happenstance.
Should the winged one wish to not feed her fears,
She can drink from years of crocodile tears.