The above organisation...Has a human story, one of way too many, hence they seek not
For glory.' Yet to overturn some statutory i'lls, kill laws that label; and denigrate living
Such gives me pause..And throws a chill'
Also a distorted lighting, of life stages eniugh to fill, me with the will.' To add my voice to Cindy, Taylor Jenkins mother who was robbed of her daughter by dry banal indifferent
legalitys, that by now; too many personalitys have smothered.' You might wish to join us from wherever is your
world.? Help raise a wave to sink deaths
Legal vessel that serves no good, may your
Voices loudly be heard.'
H-E-A-L-T-H-C-A-R-E
So peace of mind washes away the fear
When someone holds your hand and takes care of you.
You'll relax more and tend to be less blue.
The Martans have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Without a plan, we face a sad decree.
Where negativity haunts our minds like destiny.
No joyous sight when bills begin to stack.
Confidential debt is just a heavy sack.
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Takin' care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Let's go on the UFO where people thrive.
With spatial schools that teach docs to keep us alive.
It will be good to know that Grandma gets Healthcare.
And needy kids will get treatment there!
So, let's fly high and care for one another.
Healthy food, and cures for sisters and brothers!
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
A beautiful new world of lifelong learners!
Healthcare for all,
Children reading books,
Lifelong exploration
At university,
Or online!
Healing those in need.
Learning the way! (Whoa!)
We're doing all we can to make life better,
Such as writing Congress a letter.
We strive to do what's honest and right,
Giving kids scholarships to improve their lives!
(Hey!)
Everyone needs free access to learning,
Hardcover books and ebooks for knowing
What we need to do, help each other,
Is provide basic needs.
An educated populace together
In this big, blue, beautiful world! (Whoa!)
Medicine and healthcare for all.
Help your brother: help your sister.
In a world where everyone's learning.
Achieving.
Living.
Loving.
Healthy food feeds bright minds!
Healthy people love learnin'!
Generosity and kindness abound
In the USA! (Whoa!)
(Hey!) (Whoa!)
Eddie says,
In Deutschland, school is free, a total score!
In Italy, the table is mighty light!
But here, the debt reaches astounding heights
And leaves us face-down on the floor!
This student debt is such a massive chore.
Online certificates? Yeah, they're alright.
College, for most learners is overpriced.
Because the Ivy League's a big debt score.
We need some healthcare for every old soul,
Not med bills that're totally out of whack!
It's bogus how they strip us of control.
The student debt system is busted crap.
Let's strive to use reason to reach our goal,
With education and health on fast track!
Any pain or tenderness?
Yeah, on the left side of my chest
What makes it better or worse?
It feels better when I withhold, it hurts worse when I love
Have you tried anything for the pain?
No, I’m yet to find a remedy
When did it first begin?
When I met him
Doctor, I'm in trouble deep,
thoughts of infinity disturb my sleep -
and the issues of our nation,
like healthcare and inflation.
The doctor said, "just be chill"
and handed me a bill.
The "you owe" figure did inflate -
in the box, a sideways 8.
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!
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