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Under the wheel of time
we are in threat
"AIDS" is roaring
like a wild tiger,
jailed in a cage.
Attacking us
with sharp teeth & nail.
We are human beings
we are having a brain
we are having AK-47
But, with extreme poignant
and profound grief,
It is revealed that-
we could not shoot it out
It's a challenge,
it's a threat......
I have seen very close,
People captured by that evil
looking like skeleton
covered with a skin.
It's a curse, It's a sin.
Their eyes are fitted in two pots
containing a glass of tear.
Please don't chide them,
they are shuddering
just with shame and fear.
They are living like a dead body
with no hope and no future.
We are human beings-
we are having truth
we are having trust
Time will come, "AIDS"
you have to hands up,
you have to surrender.
But in my view,
it is better to follow,
"Prevention is better than cure".
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Note: Special poem on "ÄIDS" on the eve of "World Health Day".
Once upon a time;
Some time after I was born.
There was a treaty between two nations.
The treaty was supposedly mankind's best
Bet for the prevention of a nuclear holocaust.
I'm not certain if the treaty still exits; but I am
Certain that The reality of potential destruction
Is as real as it ever was. This treaty was known as "MAD"-- Mutually Assured Destruction.
These nations proceeded to amass weaponry
Rather massively to, in my view, the point of insanity. Perhaps there are those that give
Credit to 'MAD" for saving us from destruction.
Personally, which ever direction I turn in search
Of heroes, ideology, or philosophy; regardless
Of my politics and opinions; I credit God.
I have never imagined that destruction was
Avoided because of the treaty between them.
I can only believe that in many and various
Ways, it is God who holds our world together
Left to our own selfish ideas and devices, with
Or without 'MAD", mankind would have vanished
from planet earth were it not for God's grace.
Four years ago, awakened from deep sleep
in the middle of the night
Room was spinning wildly
body wracked with fright
Then later on that same night
a little further down the track
A second episode !! What the hell is going on ??
Why is this body out of whack ??
Next morning vertigo !!
struggling just to walk and feeling rather sick
Three days later, large lump above the ear
and there embedded a much engorged nasty paralysis tick
Took four months, vertigo gradually abated ,full health finally resumed
That's how long it took after tick it was exhumed
Six months ago, a tick embedded in the shoulder blade
that's where it nestled so some blood it could ingest
One month later and after tick removal, tightening of the muscles
all way down the back , plus muscles and soreness of bones, that surround the chest
Following paralysis tick bites there does exist
a dis-eased state in the body , has title of Lyme
Not recognised in Australia, have experienced Lyme symptoms
after paralysis tick bites, each and every time
Checked the on line library once again, re this subject Lyme
re cause of symptoms that have been endured
And how to overcome Lyme affliction
have found an antidote, feeling much assured
Codolepsis root includes substance quinine,
available in tincture form
Tonic water also flavoured with quinine,
takes a week or so for body to regain a state of norm
Now also use preventative, citronella oil to distract paralysis tick
extracted from a native Aussie gum
Every day applied prior to venturing out
upon the head, the upper body, don't forget to do the bum!!
And just two days ago another bloody tick below citronella oil
and embedded in the pubic hair
Applied clove oil, my wife with the tweezers,
performed extraction OUCH !!!! whilst I was seated on a chair
When I was a young child I was raped
(molested) by a family member
That was the day that I died inside
I didn't have no self worth
I loathed life and everything it stood for
I was nothing but trash
And as the years went by I longed for death
My mission in life was to end my useless life
I would sleep all day and several times I took pills
I would drink alcohol until I passed out
I would walk outside at night all alone
I was crying out but no one heard me
They just thought I was weird and crazy
I was always labeled the odd ball
I just wanted my heart to stop
But that all changed when someone told me about God
It was first time in my life that I truly felt loved
And I saw that I was valuable and I was not trash
Then I began to realise I didn't want to die
But I just wanted to be loved and for the pain to stop
If you know anybody experiencing some of the things I did
Reach out to them and most of all listen
When they actually attempt suicide don't take it lightly
They are crying out for help and it's serious
The goal is to prevent suicide and spare their life
Please I beg of you not to think of them as weird or crazy
I believe the root of all suicides or attempts is pain
They want to be relieved of all pain and hurt
Let’s take a stand together to view suicide as a universal problem
You never know when “suicide” will come knocking at your door
9-5-17
Alexis Y.
Inspired by the Suicide Prevention contest
seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction
handle hinges slats panels lock and key
maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions
a trap door of revolving gates
sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs
of what remains perspective and opinion
seeking for external validations
we fail to search for what is inside
stay on the threshold of immobility
minds need lubricating agents
rust prevention or sometimes a chisel
to determine what certainty is
a conundrum delusion of impermanence
which steals happiness and adventure
of open-minded investigation
there are moments however
when we can crawl out of a window
or simply break through walls
self-made incarceration is futile
and the chains shackling us
are the ones we crafted ourselves
She wears her silence like a veil
Stitched with echoes of nights unseen,
Where shadows whisper fractured tales,
Of love that turned to something mean,
A heart once full, now torn between.
His voice, a storm that splits the sky,
His hands, a thunderclap of pain
Apologies like fleeting sighs
Washed away yet fall again
A cycle spun in endless chain.
Behind closed doors, the world is blind,
To screams that never reach the light,
She paints her face, she speaks in kind
Hides the bruises out of sight,
Convinced that love should feel this tight
But love should never be a cage
Nor hands a shackle to endure
No kiss should ever taste of rage
Nor words be blades that cut impure
Love is not a wound to cure
One day the silence cracks apart
She finds her voice, she dares to breathe,
Steps beyond the past so dark
Where fists no longer weave her grief,
Where love is kind and love is free
Diabetes is rampant here & there.
No organ in the body, does it spare.
All people with diabetes, we should scare,
About diabetes sequelae, without diabetes care.
And give glad tidings of normal life, with diabetes care.
With repeated lessons on diet, exercise & medication, prepare,
The patients’ minds & behaviour, for optimum diabetes care.
All nurses, educators and doctors in unison out there,
Should wage the war on diabetes, with no efforts to spare.
Even though with many faces,
Diabetes can stare,
With mustered spirits, technology & medications, it cannot dare.
Prevention, Remission & new Treatments, are there.
God-Willing, one day Diabetes shall be rare !
How would Earth create
and reconnect
regenerate
a species still needing ecological acceptance?
This need to be accepted
and accepting what cannot be win/win changed
just yet
in troubled
and troubling relationships
This need for acceptance
born of trauma,
past experiences
not being acceptable
as is,
feeling depreciated
not appreciated,
consumer commodified
not unconditionally cherished,
warmly accompanied,
touched
by win/win communications
Not tolerating chronic
win/lose aggressive
patriotic capitalism
as the best RightWing Business weapon,
fighting wars
Against:
Economic
and political appreciation,
nonviolent communication,
compassionate invention
for trauma prevention.
If babies
and marriages
are made in Heaven,
then we should not be surprised
when they are aborted
while surviving silent
secluded
obsessive-compulsive
patriarchal-colonizing Hell
on ecocidal Earth
Which may speak out for warm acceptance
rather than continuing cold
impatient tolerance
for LeftBrain AnthroSupremacist
fears of dark and shameful
idolatrous
and/or spoiled
and selfish brat inadequacy
To learn why Earth has created
LeftBrain verbal dominance
for reconnecting
regenerating
a species still needing ecological acceptance,
unconditional warm regard
for MotherEarth
Restoring sacred Justice
Touched by Her trust
for Yang external Truths
with Yin internal Beauty
thought and felt accompanied
compassionate
Self and Other
warm NonZero-Soul Acceptance
Is a whole lot healthier
and environmentally safer
than cold Zero-Final Sums
patriarchal-corporate
mortal competitions for
bankrupt Tolerance.
Exponential growth
of capital and unkindness
in wildly unsustainable urban centers
viciously competes without more virtuous cycles
of silent wilderness integrity
NonCapitalized outside my tribe
compassion co-investments
enveloping local community resilience planning
for optimal health and safety
Community trauma prevention
through personal and public
intimate and cultural
nonviolent
nonverbally sustained co-investments
in family and multiculturally extended friends,
sacred EarthTribe co-investors
All with nomad roots
emerging from a savory
sensory
sentient wilderness
Inviting privileged Elders
to become more actively curious
and retirement committed
to pay co-investments forward
to restore EarthHealth
resilient justice
through universal
cooperatively win/win
healthy and sacred bodhisattva
co-redemptive pay compassion forward
vocations
Fed and watered by silent wilderness
vacations
from finding sufficient time
and capital investors for one more war,
tolerating one more angry domestic retort,
this one final partisan revenge
While co-investing in sufficient wilderness time
and curious interest
and courageous urbane places
for spacious enculturing peace,
kind and quiet response
absorbing regenerate empowering health
and resilient enlightened promise.
“I am David not covid”, tell my wife,
She says "keep two meters, save a life"
I say “this virus is such a curse!”
She says,"Try being an IPC nurse!"
She makes me wash my hands so often,
Gets nose swabbed with bud of cotton,
We can not kiss or cuddle like old days,
"Till lockdown is over that rule stays"
Can hardly recognise own face in mirror,
Face has so long been under mask cover,
We keep it on when on shopping spree,
I hope from this we will soon be free!
I declare my love for her is abundant,
Hint how Boris* got his wife pregnant,
She says, "Let him do what he will"
"This virus is dangerous and can kill!"
Lockdown in some ways, not been bad,
Of certain changes to life, I am glad,
I can now cook dishes I never knew,
Share on facebook for friends to view!
I reluctantly had my COVID jab done,
Feel happier though needle is never fun!
Better days ahead with warm Sunshine,
If you are offered a jab, please get in line!
Written 24/04/2021
Syllables 10 + or - 1
Brian Strand - All your’s ( April 25) competition
IPC* = Infection prevention and control nurse
Boris* = Boris Johnson PM UK