Healers Poems - Poems about Healers

The Roadside Medicine Sellers Are Pharmacists' bold tellers Of an enduring contest Not unlike a weighted test! Ever waxing Drug Dealers Competing as Sure Healers But spinning laughing profits For all their being cursed misfits! Shame to legalizing Laws Unbolting illegal doors, Patent Medicine - obtained Rights A From - Reality Fool's flights That often drop a body For a post - Morten study What a crazy...

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Much of my life has been in the environs of church activities, some of which found me in the presence of 'faith healing evangelists'. I do not mean to be, but I tend to be a natural sceptic; so I look deeper. Therefore, I have often been internally inquisitive of what others say they saw. Even though...

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The Healers in Ecuador Ecuador lush greens, and iguanas galore The smell of the Hibiscus so sweet they implore The hunches of folk maidens found in books Adventures in paradise; listening to brooks Healing the soul from whence it came Releasing the bondages from deadly games The essence of breath found in the jungle untamed. The healers explored vast botany ignored Within the person...

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Dancing dragons amongst the twilight realm Wounded warriors appear who stand at the helm Their spirit attracts the bringers of the dawn As the sparrows rejoice with merriment and song They manifest through dimensional drift Bringing with them great powers and wit Mystic magicians who wave their golden wand To cries of anguish must they respond Hands that gently sprinkle dusts of gold As...

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A break in the clouds, Sunshine warms my face. As I look up to the sky, And await my fate. Crimes they say I've commited, Least ways, in the eyes of man. To pay for what I've done, For being at one with the land. Persecution haunts me, Through every waking hour. Tearing right through to the bone, Bile rising, tasting sour. My fear is unimaginable, As I...

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The healer strove to mark the place to walk with heart in hand. She placed her foot upon the path and walked ‘pon ochre sand. Her head was high, her gaze direct the path before her steep; to her goal with chattering teeth the healer’s eyes did keep. She went within the darkness deep, earth's core she did explore; with heart hearth lit and...

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medics trained to heal wounded warriors trained to kill, kind, cruel, both real !...

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