The clinic is closed,
The doctors have left the state,
The patients still wait.
He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who
Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye,
Those whose harm medicine can’t undo,
Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night.
He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep
Away the microscopic things unseen
The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep,
The tears a spell for spirits in between.
The spirits who pass on under his knife,
Though now are still and silent, him remind
Of another who once left this life,
Whose spirit longed for, tried for, peace to find.
But now is not the time to cry and mourn,
For there’s a job, as reason is to rhyme
For some, still from this life, who, not yet torn,
Without these gifts, would soon run out of time.
The necromancer’s tears are never shown,
But what he does has ripples far and wide.
Now for his former acts he can atone,
His magic helping those on either side.
1
Its only 4-2
and with nothing else to do
I pen you a poem from my new temporary home
I am in Grants Pass Oregon for 5 days a week
And it's the temp home of which I speak
I put up a Facebook friends looking to hang
but ran into a bunch of dudes who wanted to bang... ah yeah
So I modified my post, made it clear it's karaoke or a meal
and not a come on for sexual appeal
lets be friends hey, well opened it up to ladies too
and bam, I got a slew of... women wanting to date ( and a few who want a sugar mamma...
So ... My days have been spent reading mostly
And a bit of naps, this radiation is frightening
And I hung out with a local friend for a day
and I am watching webinars to educate my ways
And I am working out to get fit
and I am eating well, home made
last night was salad and shrimp.. scampi (yeah)
And I am only 10 more days in the bug zapper YAHOO
and then its recover my mojo a bit and take stock too
And life begins again in 10. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/2/2024
At night we're all alone in the black nothingness
Of our slowly crawling mind
We travel back to things done incorrectly or left behind.
Once more, the feelings, ignore...
To the racing thoughts , a blind eye...
"Another day, Another chance ,"
We say,
"Try, Try , Try ".
Success before means success again,
As we lie in the trenches, together as friends
Only to arise once more
Feeling deflated, exploited and less-than before.
While those above us sit behind their desks
Speaking of their nickels and dimes
And punch-out clock times,
And whose notes were done and not yet signed.
After so much pain and loss of life
But for those of us who Give and Give once more,
"Forgiveness is Divine" we'll always Implore
Another day breaks with its sky pink and gray,
Leaving Our worried thoughts behind
If we can be of service for yet another day
Let politicians claim virtue,
and abandon honest men.
Let the poor inherit promises,
and be comfortable servants.
Let the famous enjoy advantage,
and carry no favors in heaven.
Let physicians prescribe hope,
and a worthy price be paid.
Let education forge solutions,
and notorious liars lose favor.
Let simple humanity be rewarded,
and tyranny reap the sorrow of death.
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Concerning Healthcare
Written: by Miracle Man
September 17, 2021
People in power usually want to dictate,
and expert minds change almost weekly.
If on some subject which they can’t relate,
they begin pushing their agendas discretely.
But healthcare should be my personal choice,
and I’ll continue doing what I feel’s best for me.
Please let me decide, give me back my voice,
even though it’s apparent we can’t agree.
I’ve taken the jab, I distance, and mask,
now experts ponder another mandated task.
My healthcare plan is changing -
We’re being reassured
That doctors will, if we are sick,
Still try to get us cured.
They’re trying to convince us
This plan will be so great
We have no cause for worry
Nor a need to hesitate.
The city will save money
But it will not cost us more
So I wonder whence the savings
And what are these changes for?
I hear their explanations
And their upbeat attitude;
Still, I’m left with the impression
That we’re somehow getting screwed.
A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?
* People without an income nor
health insurance die at home or in the
street, not in hospitals!
American healthcare is a joke
Government play on too many folk
Those who can't pay
Die everyday
Whilst Trump switches from Lysol to Coke
In the middle of this Endless Night
I wake up to wonder, "am I still Alive?"
Even though I got better, Im so Dead inside
Overnight they count 5 more
Of my Dear friends that Died
As I struggle to find peace
Turning in place, never finding sleep
I make sure that you're still breathing
And I can't help but weep
I'm not sure how much more I can take
My heart is so broken, tears roll down my face
Some say the universe is "balancing out"
I feel no balance in this saddness,
I want to grab them and shout, "Life is not fair, Bring back my Friends!"
They still had so much more to offer this world
This is not how they deserved it to End
They all perish at once at the end of a Season
All because the Selfish would not listen to Reason
They once had a chance to get better, to go Home, to say Goodbye
They worked so tirelessly, Only to Die?
Struggling to breath, unable to speak to those they Love
The only One who knows why
Is God above
It took Covid-19 to help us realize,
That our healthcare workers are heroes,
Who work to save lives, at the risk of their own demise,
Like soldiers who risk all to conquer their foes.
Like warriors they leave home to enter the fray,
Their calling to save lives they do not betray,
In the face of great obstacles they give of their best,
And work for long hours with no thought of rest.
The battle with Covid has taken a toll,
And many of these heroes have been added to its roll,
But because of their sacrifice many lives have been saved,
Who without their efforts in the jaws of Covid would have stayed.
Lord I thank you for these unsung heroes,
Who care for us in the midst of our mental and physical woes,
With compassion and skill and the heart of a servant,
Deserving of the honor reserved for the valiant and the gallant.
Among mankind's best—
Brave, courageous
Heroes who do no harm
Assuaging our fear
With fellow feeling and care
Amidst viral strains' stealthy swarm
Among mankind's worst—
Mean, dastardly
Zeros who do know harm
Stoking pandemic fear
Scamming an unsuspecting ear
With a smiling swindler's charm
Heroes and Zeros
Best and worst of mankind—
What a dichotomy!
We'll keep hoping instead
For a bright future ahead
Daily coping with anxiety
4/12/2020
Spiritual minds
invite healthy natural bodies
to curiously enjoy safe and significant,
secular and sacred, rhythms
of bicameral co-regulation,
trilateral ego/eco/theo-communication
Further embracing polyphonic
rightbrain resonance
exploring leftbrain polypathic resilience
Of spiritual minds
inviting healthy natural bodies
to curiously enjoy...
No blood would ooze out if cut by blade
No flesh below to sink, nothing inside shakes
Bare bones protruding here and there like spikes
Vacant look in the eyes
Yet the body breathes and survives;
Skeleton like children of Somalia, one of the African tribes.
Somalia carries the most pathetic tableau in the world stage;
Three fourth of its children below two are anaemic
And large numbers are stunted below five years in age
Yet, each mother can’t resist giving birth to six, seven children though sick!
High temperature, polluted water, inadequate housing and sanitation
Poor infrastructure added to their plight makes the poor Africans
Chased by the changed climate and the natural calamities
Fighting among themselves, vulnerable to many a tropical disease
Some of them are obese too who wait for more ways to suffer;
Poor healthcare system compelling them to incur
Huge out of pocket expenses pushing millions of Africans
To the path of poverty and indignity, mostly among the Nigerians;
Paucity of doctors and health centres add salt to their wounds
As some age old dreadful superstitions surround.
Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2018
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