Long Cures Poems
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I want to say sorry
For being remiss
I tend to worry
As I look at the list
Of the appointments I
Have to
Keep, every week.
I get such care for the
Cures that I seek.
Everything is fading
And it seems far away.
I have glaucoma
Diabetes as well,
Three types of Arthritis
That hurts like hell.
I see a heart specialist,
And lung specialists, too and
Peripheral Neuropathists to name
Just a few,
IBS that messes with my tum
I no longer have control
Of my bum.
I go to physio classes,
Twice a week.
I have a hoarse voice,
I cough and wheeze when I speak.
I am not writing this for sympathy
Life has been very good to me
I don't know how to explain
In any other way
What I started to say
I have had so much encouragement from PS
It has caused much happiness
I have become very slow
And have lost my get-up and go
So without further ado
I want to apologise to all of you
Who have kindly taken the time
To comment on my simple rhyme
And I have yet to answer you.
There are so many reasons why I write
With your indulgence, I will give a few
It helps to pass the time, alone at night
And cures my urge to purge my point of view
In metaphors of my life's chills and thrills
I relive times with rhymes about the miles
Sometimes I'll share my fears or tears from spills
But when I'm happy I hand out the smiles
I've seen so much and learned a thing or two
Especially 'bout self inflicted pain
I pass my lessons learned along to you
Perhaps providing shelter when it rains
It builds my confidence, once I am done
But most of all I write because it's fun.
Self expression contest
10/04/2018
Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow.
she who shivers while her baby glows
small feet and eyes simply close
A tight fist hearth a crying mist
skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss
kissed on the bridge
of thy nose
curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow
magnetic warmth that only you dream about cookies and candles and a water spout
hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt
fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout
she knows pain... and he knows now
A love tie broken but why tight bounds?
Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all?
you laugh and play
pass river sheep small
you will seek out the forest trees tall
mysterious uplifts whenever you fall
they beck your name they need not call.
You're just a babe
A scattered brain U
what path do you take
You must be brave!
you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate
clever u are not
so vines you break,
unnecessarily so plant life you take
the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake
It's The women who used her hand as a plate!
She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures
She chased away your lonesome fear
You feel comfort now that she's here
she a flower who wilts away
pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey
you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath
she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why.
she can no longer play in Marvelous May
the sun has to set at the end of the day.
you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.
I hope you all did your assignment, no you won't be graded
But all that was meant is that His Memory doesn't get faded
I just want to welcome everyone back it is so great to see you
You may feel that you lack but one day you'll see that isn't true
Now let's begin the lesson by revisiting what was said before
Think of life as a great blessing and all that God has in store
For today it's stamina we will discuss and how it all plays in
Each of us is prone to cuss and fall right back into that sin
Only the strong will survive for I've see so many failures
You don't just suddenly dive and then hope for the cures
Remember open those eyes wide in looking for His Glory
Or you will never realize the whole meaning of His Story
Now let's open up that Book just feel His Awesome Power
Tonight I want you to take a look for say a quarter hour
Lose yourself in His Word Psalms I would suggest you start
As time has now occurred, Goodnight, God Bless your heart
Biochemistry—the chemistry of life’s design,
Where molecules dance, interlink, and align,
A bridge between cells, atoms, and earth,
Defining each process, from death to birth.
From cells to tissues, to systems whole,
Biochemistry reveals life’s molecular role.
Atoms join with bonds of varied might—
Covalent, ionic, in complex rite.
Molecular structures, their shapes decide,
How functions emerge and systems collide.
Water, polar and bound by bonds unseen,
Becomes life’s solvent and essential scene.
Carbohydrates fuel, in branching chains,
While proteins give shape, structure, and gains.
Lipids form membranes, barriers and walls,
And nucleic acids hold life's codes, small but tall.
Each plays its part, in pathways intertwined,
The building blocks of life, so meticulously designed.
Catabolism breaks, releasing life’s spark,
Anabolism builds, leaving nature's mark.
Glycolysis starts, the fuel we ignite,
The citric cycle follows, energy in sight.
ATP fuels the cells’ endless demands,
In bioenergetic chains, life expands.
The enzymes, catalysts that spark each course,
Signal transductions, relay with molecular force.
Channels open, gates control flow,
Compartmented spaces, with roles to show.
Each process precise, a well-ordered dance,
In the cell’s intricate, coordinated trance.
DNA spirals, a double helix of code,
Blueprints of life in sequences bestowed,
Transcription to RNA, a message to read,
Translation to proteins, each cell’s vital creed.
Genes regulated, expressions controlled,
A symphony of life meticulously told.
With spectrums and gels, we separate, define,
Electrophoresis’ bands, chromatogram’s line,
PCR amplifies genes to explore,
CRISPR edits, opens new doors.
These tools unearth life’s secrets concealed,
In every lab, mysteries revealed.
From medicine’s cures to agricultural yields,
Biochemistry stretches across modern fields.
Personalized treatments, precision designed,
Green tech and ethics, the future aligned.
At life’s smallest scale, in molecules profound,
The promise of science and progress is found.
My tongue, a beast that bites me first.
I wanna shut it down,
never to speak again.
My voice, a wild river,
Yet keeps flooding, careless of consequence.
My lips, in a race,
while everyone hopes—
“Would they ever learn silence?”
My brain, too messy,
Spills out without a thought.
All cures, I’ve tried—
Nothing worked.
The words kept flying—
Some hurt. Some haunt. Some hang in the air.
Some make them shift, some make them stare.
Some push away… each one a weight I carry alone.
I’ve grown. I’m “mature.”
Yet I hate what some people adore.
I wish to sit in solitude,
even when the room hums with chaos.
But I fail,
Once I speak,
I drown in the noise.
I regret, I feel guilty,
But there's no button to erase.
I never speak wrong or false,
Just the words,
that shift in meaning, lost in translation.
The voice, once echoed,
makes those who care, who love,
wish they’d never known me.
A disappointment on their face—
Wishing they could rewind just one moment back.
They want me to change,
Not go wild, not lose control and be mad.
Not shout, not blurt, not make myself known.
I am an embarrassment,
a mistake they wish had stayed silent.
Love on condition,
weirdly care.
teaching lessons through guilt and unease.
Yet I forget, the very next moment,
and I can’t tell.
Extroversy - my storm,
Introversy - a dream I never reach.
A Doctors touch
Subdued by agony of illness and throes,
When thoughts knead and whirl,
to rest in solitary cells,
And abate the confess of dark night’s duress;
Beats frail as soft white downy fibre of lisle,
Reasoning and logic fail;
When weary hearts have ceased to dream,
And hope is nothing but a distant gleam…
A Doctors touch …
Brings calm to the suffering’s place,
Those gentle hands, that steadfast grace;
Soulful balm, to not just heal,
As patient starts in on subtly feel.
Today we stand at threshold of remarkable times…?
Where silicon learns,?
Algorithms reason, swift and wise,?
And find what hides from human eyes.
Yet, beyond every image interpreted,
pattern recognised and prediction made,
No machine has ever held a hand
That trembled in the face of fear,?
Or stood beside a silent bed?,
Just so a soul would know, “I’m here.”
No circuit can sense a mother’s flailing tears,?
No software can divvy up a father’s pain;?
No coded voice can bear the weight,?
Of hope that rises after rain.
For healing lives isn’t merely a skill,?
It breathes through kindness, calm, and grace;?Comprehends the silence between the words,
A listening heart, a caring face.
The doctor’s hands do more than cures,?
The patient touch that comforts, strengthens and reassures.?
Their greatest art is not in tools,?
But in empathy, in compassion, so very pure.
Medicine isn’t just the science of disease;?
It is the privilege, of entering into another man’s suffering;
So let the future proudly bloom?,
With every marvel science brings;?
Yet guard the oath, the human heart,?
The soul from which true healing springs.
For medicine is much more than knowledge,?More than data, more than art.?
It ushers in with gifted hands…?
And blooms within a grateful heart.
A Doctors touch…
Engulfs the anguish, calms the tides,
Tunes the melodic dulcet reverberate,
Soothes as tranquil aurora of dayspring,
Sparkles the serene silvery moonlit night.
©?Dr Upma A. Sharma
I see the girl
with a smile in her eyes
How is it I suddenly realize
her name I know, Nora
She appears whenever
I'm ill at ease
Her eyes they flirt and tease
I smile and all is good
because of Nora
Others I tell of Nora
how I begin to adore her
The times we spend hand and hand
always together but never planned
always with my Nora
At last this cannot be
for others never can see
and judging they doubt me
troubled my mind must be
for Nora is only imaginary
Against my will
forced on pills
Therapy to save me
from the girl
only I can see
Tears fill the smiling eyes of Nora
She left me blue and cold
for her they took and stole
It's been awhile I never smile
cured by medicine and misery
Nora I can no longer see
It's been awhile and I can't recall
what was the name I never saw
Was she just a trick in my mind
erased by cures and passage of time
Could I feel what wasn't real
Stress is strong
something so wrong
I want more
then the medication I can afford
Feeling ill I flush those pills
After awhile
I hear and see
the face with the eyes
that smiled for me
She places her hand into mine
whispers that I'm her valentine
Happy I am to see her again
forgiving me now together we will be
For I will never tell
of the one who delights and thrills
No one needs to know
of the girl my heart keeps and holds
Nora
This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo
Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions
It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin and all el mundo saludo
Chili mix, cilantro and lemon or lime, oregano, served in ramekins
A hearty feel good spicy tripe soup, honeycombed and hominy
Intestines of a cow, the stomach lining, an endearing word pancita
Who says culinary is always flattering, for it is part of the anatomy
Soup a Mexican woman slaves over, we’re grateful kind senorita
If you grew up with it, whether an acquired taste—it’s the bomb
The atmosphere is what you look forward to on every Sunday
With your familia, and then occasionally Ce Ce’s “friend” Tom
Most of the family erm, drink excessively all night long and stay
Menudo has healing powers, cures hangovers and homesickness
Save lemon for Tecate, after this concoction you won’t regret
Beliefs ring true, this broth is good for you, good for any illness
True, your uncles and older cousins will be dripping in sweat,
It’s spicy blends of seasoning flows through the blood stream,
And that’s why it is topped off with a bottle of chilled Corona
While discussing last night’s behavior, debating it was a dream
Teasing the little ones, and embarrassing they’re sister Mona
Extra lime, and beer for cooling down, served up in ramekins
Menudo, it’s the soup they call the breakfast of champions
Hangovers have come and gone, and we tend to eat less meat
My favorite recipe substitute’s tripe for Oyster Mushrooms
Tasty Menudo I made in many vegan styles, no one can beat
Chopped for texture and spiced up, the unique flavors of legumes
Successful accomplished and asombroso, serve in a bowl and heat
Demiseville, USA
Karen, a vivacious redhead, she.
Looked in the mirror and spotted
three gray hairs.
"O tempora, O mores,"she declared
Off to her attorney in defeat,
Signing papers in the summer heat.
Off to buy an expensive coffin,
With a compartment to put her best
Friend, the iPhone in!
Rushes home to give away favorite
Figurines and beloved Books,
The Grim Reaper she awaits at
Her ivy covered gate.
She created this insane scene...
All of her own desparate making.
Diseases with a passion she seeks to
find and does.
Suffering so needlessly in her mind.
With poisonous elixirs.
Walgreens, she believes, cures all ills.
She refused to learn Hippocrates lesson.
"Let food be your medicine, and medicine
be your food. "
Let Karen be a lesson to us all.
Live joyfully in this day.
Live life, stop, please, stop, planning
our final curtain call.
Panagiota Romios
3/11/2019
* O, Temopra, O Mores*
Cicdro said this. Meaning "oh the Times, oh the customs."