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.
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in disgust, saw it make a splash on the asphalt that turned green where the blob landed, this caused him to lose balance and without a railing a fatal fall
The obduction showed his body was cancer free
when it had been yours
many things he endures
could be many cures
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.
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)
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.
There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex and death.
Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
The sound of morning
mizzles,
brings laziness in my
half closed eyes,
the car engine whirs in
the garage that
awakens my senses,
while drones of the bees
and birds push me to stand up.
The hoots of the monkeys
in the woods,
with flying brilliant colors
of butterflies,
those mild touch of the
waft waves on the beach,
bring spectacular radiance
in the middle of my
emptiness.
A little paradise
that dumps the agitation;
and gives my body
a composure from lassitude.
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!
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.
Cures Endure
God made many cures;
Solutions to endure
Along with viewers.
Jim Horn
There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex and death.
Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
A second, a minute, a day, a week and a year
Time passes waiting for none..
The time in which we and our dear
Stay close and some of them burn...
Time in my life
The day I was born
And the day I will be gone...
And met many people around me
Some with love, pity and some with jealousy for me....
A second, a minute, a day, a week and a year
The time in which we and our dear....
There are some prayers
Which are done in vain
And some who cares for us
Who also feels our pain
And some who are most preferred
And lastly me who is just differed
A second, a minute, a day, a week and a year
The time in which we and our dear....
It’s said that, the one who wins the race of life
Is the one who step the stone of success
And the one who lose the race of life
Is known as failure and every time they won’t step out to success
A second, a minute, a day, a week and a year
The time in which we and our dear....
Beehives like laboraties,
Making drugs,honey,
Honey pure a cure and hope,
When there was no stethoscope!
Men born in pain,
But pain is not in vain,
By cry, tear and tear gains,
Tear is cure like laugh for pain,
Pain,a clue for cure,again and again!
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