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My daily routine.
Every day, as always,
Wake up at four.
Start the chores.
Go to the gardens,
Do some maintenance.
Visit the M Central
Play the piano.
One hour goes past,
Enjoy some breakfast.
Go to the library,
Take up space,
Use the computer/internet,
Lunch with meal set.
In the arvo,
Play more and more piano.
Otherwise, visit "Maker Space".
Do some embroideries
For the rest of the day.
What a wonderful day with appointment free.
Tomorrow is another day,
With hectic classes and clinics.
Appointments and treatments
Do not know how to describe,
How the rest of the week was like?
Few words maybe.
Busy and very busy.
Life moves on,
Regardless how you want it.
The doc prescribed a medicine
To make my bones grow strong.
It seems they’ve lost some density
As life has rolled along.
I’ve had the pills for quite a while
But haven’t taken one,
For I’m afraid soon after,
Side effects will have begun.
I read what all the experts say
From clinics quite well-known –
The Mayo and the Cleveland,
Which report what tests have shown.
I’d be better off without the facts
These places have prepared,
For learning what can happen
Only makes me much more scared.
I’ll try some yoga and will boost
My calcium to still
Any qualms about my bones –
That seems much better than a pill.
On Doctor’s day
(dedicated to all doctors who heal the society)
Busy wards
where noise fills the air,
those steady hands
and humble hearts that care;
Doctors help you walk
through the path of light,
amidst darkest days
and long sleepless nights.
With stethoscopes
they catch a tender beat,
mend thy hearts
and cure the disease;
All eyes,
they see the silent plea,
and strive to get
patients disease free.
As wisdom guides,
with every word,
a hope renewed,
a spirit stirred;
They battle illness,
fear and pain,
in quest for health,
breaking every chain.
From labs where
breakthroughs make hay,
to clinics where
the children play;
In every corner,
in every street,
their very being
makes our lives complete.
Through trials harsh
and victories sweet,
in every pulse,
in each heartbeat;
Doctors heal
with grace and might,
they are the saviours,
bringing us light.
So here's to those
who wear the white,
with courage bold
and vision so bright,
In gratitude,
we sing their praise;
For doctors' hands,
our lives they raise.
Written July 1, 2024
© Dr Upma A Sharma
I'm non denominational. I practice no particular religious faith.
My religion is plain and simple: Love, Don't Hate.
I can't understand for the life of me
all of this "Don't build a Mosque close to the 911 site" controversy.
Muslims as a whole DID NOT launch the 911 attack.
It was carried out by a bunch of religious, fanatical maniacs.
If we forbid a Mosque to be built close to the 911 site
then no Christian Churches should ever also be allowed the right
to build a Church anywhere close to a hospital clinic
because fanatical Christians have been known to blow up abortion clinics,
killing innocents who had nothing to do with abortion at all.
My Great Country is crumbling from ignorance. The walls are beginning to fall
The 1st Amendment guarantees all of us Freedom Of and Freedom From Religion.
To forbid a Mosque being built based on its faith is a blatant violation of the U S Constitution.
All these protesters voicing their ignorance obviously
are only breeding more hate, more disharmony.
Why can't they see that one thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other?
There are religious fanatic terrorists and there are faiths that preach Love One Another.
Am I the only one on this planet who can see that this is all wrong?
I hate quoting Rodney King but, "Can't we all just get along?"
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
Haiku series, by Faith
(Written for Addi Menefee, Gail Menefee)
under my blankets
knowing of children with cancer
prayer songs rise
my soul swims through grace
see their bodies struggle by faith
dance to healing
I picture their faces
smoothed crowns in clinics
Christ calls the eagles, “Fly!”
precious their growing
blessed freed secured
hear playgrounds filled with laughter
blessed parents with strength
Holy Spirit present
starlight shines eternal
with blankets pulled back
in stilled silence asleepp
soul sends glory praise
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/27/21
Thanks be to God!
If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read.
form a committee of ten who had my back.
put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic
ask them to read my memos and decide how I should spend my afternoons.
follow their lead and take their advice
call up presidents, queens and kings and let them know I am friendly.
invite them to tea, but mention they have to wear two masks and a shield.
join the WHO if the last president was stupid enough to withdraw from it
form a task force to fix the water in Detroit and make sure it is fixed
abolish the Electoral College so we could be a democracy
fire the congressmen and senators who have been there since the Ice Age
make a rule whatever health program they had is good enough for the peons
get the ex-presidents to open clinics and inoculate everyone with the vaccine
make a law for year-round school, which would eliminate many bad teachers
go on television and ask everyone to donate their organs when they die
explain how many people this would help, and you cannot use them any way
instruct cities to plant communal gardens to feed the people who are hungry
give a dog to every child, even if their parents object.
give a grandma and grandpa to each child, even if I have to be that grandma.
declare myself queen on Wednesdays and do whatever I want allowing
the V.P. to be president one day a weeks which would be great practice.
Contest: If I was president
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Written 2/28/2021
Lines 21
Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.
We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at clinics.
We can wear pants and jeans and dress like men~
Pretending there is something chic in it?
Who are we just Betsy Ross?
Just to sew flags, keep our mouths shut and sit on garden moss!
What woman here will openly oppose abortion? (One, me)
That or you'd have to pay her much or face poetic extortion.
All the lantrenes and lovely shape poems we create.
Have ever, any, warned us that loss of our liberty is at stake?
So, given! A strong stance might douse your popularity.
And tarnish your chances forever to the owneer of a trophy be!
But a country under censorship is no way to live.
For our progeny's future, why the fear of a political missive?
2/24/2021
~2~
Biden put Trump in the bullseye.
But it didn't go quite as planned.
The old donkey has finally been laid to rest.
The Hyenas are cackling and seeing red.
Folks, this is all about the hobbling of America.
The gnawers are gnawing at the backbone of the middle class.
Replacing the Ten Commandments with the devil's breath.
Opening borders (in the name of humanitarianism)
is really about giving away freebies in return for a vote.
We've lowered academic standards in the name of equality.
Before you go under, ask your anesthesiologist- your surgeon- your nurse
If they were a byproduct of "no child left behind," Your life may depend upon it.
It's all about the globalist and elitist killing independence.
They are jealous of our autonomy and success and hate us for it.
They wish for our destruction, nothing more, nothing less.
Our caretakers (both asses and elephants)
Have sold swaths of farmland to communist China.
Bill Gates yearns to control population through vaccines...
His daddy was a eugenicist.
Sanger opened clinics in black neighborhoods to control population growth.
It was never really about reproductive rights.
I'm afraid our caretakers have become our undertakers.
Our founding fathers are rolling in their graves.
A strong leader is not a fist
but a pair of hands
held open at the table.
Not the shout from the balcony
but the quiet bending
to lift a child’s fallen shoe.
They stand like a spine in the storm,
not to dominate the wind
but to keep the roofs from lifting.
They count the bodies not as numbers
but as ribs that rise and fall,
as mouths that must be fed,
as backs that need a bed
that does not smell of fear.
They know the elderly by the softness
of their wrists,
the way their bones float
like birds beneath the skin.
They know children by the speed
of their questions,
the way hope spills from them
before they learn to ration it.
A strong leader does not harvest war
like a crop of flags.
They plant schools.
They irrigate clinics.
They build kitchens where hunger
is not inherited.
They walk through hospitals
as if through their own future,
touching the hands that tremble
with pain and trust.
They teach by standing straight,
by keeping their word,
by choosing the long work
over the loud victory.
They make adults who know
how to hold anger without throwing it,
who know how to disagree
without drawing blood.
A strong leader leaves behind
not monuments,
but people who know how to care
for one another
when the leader is gone.
They lead not with fire
but with warmth.
Not with fear
but with bread.
They do not rule.
They serve.
And in their shadow
children grow taller,
the old sleep easier,
and the nation breathes
like a body finally safe
enough
to rest.