Best Pharmacy Poems
When the heart beats in line with the wind
The experience of the tranquility of nature
My yoga tell about my life in its full depth
River's quiet rustling is like music,
the sound dances into the body and the soul
I use simple meditation techniques
Closes my eyes and breathes deep
Allows me to float with the clouds
the fresh air clear my lungs
Outdoor yoga is a unique combination
of what the spectacular scenery has to offer
It gives my head a break and new focus
... releasing all stress
08-04-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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When I saw him enter,
an illiterate, I surmised
(one you may despise)
But he spoke some words
about the drug he wanted…
He changed my mind.
Pharm argued no further.
We learnt a lesson.
When I have walked through all the forests of life
I do not want to change anything
(a metaphorical picture of life)
15/04/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Once there was a pharmacist in Brazil
Visited by a duck standing very still
He shook his head
When the duck said,
"Give me some lip gloss and put it on my bill"
She said at the pharmacy counter
My husbands Viagra needs renewed
She asked the man if they sold it there
He told her that they certainly do
She asked if he had ever used it himself
He told her he had and was a big fan
She asked,"Can you get it over the counter?"
He said, "If I take a lot I probably can!"
It smells like a cardboard box
holding rows of an escape from reality
but who defined reality
was deja vu an afterthought of reality
banished to the rubbish wagon of a society
choking on an assumed reality
Pitter patter goes the rain of pills
pills for everyone
stick out for tongue and catch the rain
what did ya get?
ecstacy ritalin prozac viagra?
they'll all get you high
a ***** or a bender
what'll it be
Love hate
are these emotions?
or pills force fed us by a society
desperate for deviants and pain
phony or real swallow the pill
I think Captain Willard
said it best:
"It smelled like slow death in here"
even worse
its smells like a pharmacy in here
Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy.
If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.
Two of the victims were killed and two are still alive.
I hope and pray that those two ladies survive.
Jason Bryan Holt was the one who caused the devastation.
He was apprehended before he could even leave Bean Station.
This proves that the world is lost because the killer was a former cop.
It's very sad and tragic that these senseless shootings couldn't be stopped.
He shot them after stealing a lot of Oxycontin.
These shootings were both terrifying and rotten.
These poor people are in my prayers.
I hope that the killer gets the chair.
(Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)
Minnis Downhome Pharmacy has reopened its doors.
They're not afraid because of the tragedy that happened before.
When those four innocent people were shot, it was a damn shame.
I'm glad they've reopened but without Stephen as the pharmacist, it won't be the same.
Stephen's widow has reopened the pharmacy to continue her husband's dream and I don't blame her.
The deranged maniac who shot Stephen and the others will most likely get the gas chamber.
Minnis charged my mom less than forty dollars for her Risperdal.
Walgreens asked four hundred for the same medicine and Mom was appalled.
Minnis cares more about people than profit, that's why some of their meds are cheaper.
People are getting their meds there again because that pharmacy is a keeper.
(Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)
I have great news about the two women who were shot.
I was afraid that Alexia and Janet would die but they did not.
They're out of the hospital and are recovering at their homes.
Many people are in their corners, they are not alone.
It's great to know that they have so many friends.
I'm very thankful that their lives didn't end.
(Dedicated to Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot at Minnis Downhome Pharmacy on May 23, 2013.)
The obsessed with supremacy
Always quits with immediacy:
To whom “Challenge me not” is a policy,
Unaware of its sad deficiency.
Everything wears its intricacy,
Even Justice of Wide Advocacy,
The Sick’s Drug-Providing Pharmacy,
Kitchen with a sought delicacy
And Righteousness linked with Adequacy,
Death seeking often our intimacy
But sure floating an Autocracy!
Now, tell me why Seekers of Supremacy
Shall smell Death’s Sincere Mercy.
Buying From the Bogus Online Pharmacy
By Elton Camp
Meg got tired of drug’s high price,
A foreign pharmacy would be nice
So she searched the Internet around
Until the cheapest price she found
A doctor prescription it didn’t need
Nor other safety regulations to heed
The drugs they sent through the mail
The tremendous saving Meg did hail
But in the mirror she was horrified
A heavy growth of beard she spied
The cost she really did appreciate
But the final result made her irate
The Road I Didn’t Take
The smell of fresh cut pine is
a balm to my soul as the crosscut saw
works its way through the wood, fine
saw dust sprinkles the floor.
The rough palms of my hands push
the plane over the fresh cut side
of the board curly shavings fall
to the floor as the uneven edges are smoothed.
The gentle tap of the wooden mallet
to drive the chisel into the wood is
a soothing sound to my ears, wood
chips litter the table as the dado joint forms.
The hammer is suspended in mid air
ready to strike as a distant bell assault’s
my ears and I awaken to realize I am
late for my shift in the pharmacy
counting pills and worrying about insurance.
What I Became
In school I liked:
physical geography, American History
and biology.
I hated:
chemistry, physics
and geometry.
So, I became a pharmacist
There was a long queue at the pharmacy.
It was not easy to wait in the summer heat.
The air conditioner could not cope enough.
The three young and comely chemists were efficient,
Still there were so many people waiting.
But I needed the medication, blast it.
Under the soft hum of fluorescent light,
the drugstore was too full.
The air smelt faintly of disinfectant,
Too clean for comfort.
Still the chemists worked hard and smiled.
Behind the counter,
Bottles and packets were chosen and packed.
The bells of the cash register chimed fast.
Sick people were served, some with an occasional cough.
Change was given, cards were swiped.
Finally, my turn arrived. I grimmed.
“Get me some arsenic. I’m tired of waiting.”
With a laugh, my friendly chemist
Handed me some pain killers.
“Have a nice day, my dear friend.”
I smiled, stuck my tongue out and dared the summer heat.
So many unhealthy foods
Sixteen kinds of candy
Three varieties of Slim Jim,
Eleven kinds of potato chips
Here I sit at a pharmacy, amazed
Intrigued that they are promoting this stuff
Then I notice the pop machine.
And the twenty-six kinds of sugary gum.
Wow!