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Arriving from unknown somewhere
He set up clinic in the market square
Declared he could cure any disease
Using herbal drugs of plants and trees
Townsfolk being credulous
Soon to his shop began to rush
Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded
None over his degree brooded
A few weeks later, afloat was this rumor
He cures for he rightly detects the humor
Realizing that every client is a prospective fan
He talked in technical terms even with laymen
He would expose his victims to numerous medical terms
Also trade-names, contents, firms, diseases and germs
Just to exhibit erudition and sound philosophy
Without occasion he embarked on learned topics
Often dwelt on sedatives and epilepsy
Or discoursed at length on tumor and biopsy
Then in a torrent of rodomontade would relate
Histories of cases cured with specific names and date
Discourses full of references to Ayurvedic treatises
Madhav, Charak, Susrut and other varieties
To prove his point he recited aloud original excerpts
As a result ,he soon won the epithet: "expert of experts"
"Discourteous ingrates! They even do not thank
Though I give 'em new life" exclaimed the mountebank.
Always eager to spar against allopathy
At the slightest provocation he would lecture on allopathic hazards
Or would lament on untidy hospitals and unhygienic wards
Boldly averring: "To hide anything from patients is a deadly sin"
Within no time he became a celebrity
His tricks worked and brought him publicity
After a year DHO came to see him in person
And sought his counsel for his sick son
A minister's car at his doorstep halted
Just to enhance libido and weakness treated
He gave the minister powerful mercury dust
Which triggered his vigor and inflamed his lust
Then to CM's ears reached his fragrant fame
Who called him secretly telling him not to declare name
MPs in turn heard of this rare phenomenon
And turned up to consult him one by one
Director drug control came to seek his advice
For chronic dysentery and perennial bronchitis
At length PM had to send him his compliments
For service to nation and" particular "patients
The whole world acknowledged him as master of his craft
But a person knew his truth in his own staff
His compounder knew his master was a fake
But he swallowed the secret for heaven's sake
I cannot find words to speak, I am full up to my cheek; my chest is swelling with heat and I can hardly breathe, and as the morning drags on I can feel the tension moving in my feet and my muscles suddenly gets stiff and daylight speaks to my longing soul.
It is the other side of me that I cannot see that often makes me weep. In a split second I saw you standing over me with hands and chin resting on the cross board and when I pulled up to get closer you suddenly disappeared; I searched for you everywhere but I could not find you and the morning continues to punish me; the beating wave on the shore breaks through the door and my spirit weeps
It is like a dejavu waking around the town without shoe and the ghost of the north comes to haunt me with offensive words that insult my dignity and I said to my myself, I will spar with the living and condemn the dead.
Every muscles and sinews in my body hurts, and the heavens open when my hand touch the earth, my body cries out for help, but when I look around noone was there and I continue to bear the pressure from the seditious atmosphere. I cannot express how it feels when life is dragging me from street to street and garbage litters both sides of the street.
The principle inside me takes me for a ride and the values walking beside me keeps me alive and when I steps in the mud and takes up garbage from the front and my hands mingle in the dirt, and I am down to earth the people looked at me call me names.
I woke up this morning and couldn’t’ held back the tears that was forming in my eyes, I was cleaning the garbage from the street side and all of a sudden my body starts to cry. But somewhere in the garbage there were some words of comfort to share.
I pulled some garbage out of a box and a note on small card fell out just before I throw it in the fire. The title reads, “A hug for you”, and the rest says,“ here is a hug for you hold it in your hand a token of love, so you will understand that even though now we may be apart the very best hugs happen deep in our heart.”
These words are comforting but they weren’t for me.They were in someone else garbage and I hope that she is smiling. The message in the garbage was for you did you see? It was written in tiny scrip! The message in the garbage s revealing .
fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
This life
Rituals we’re asked to follow
Seem to separate man from man
Something’s wrong, it seems so shallow
Sun shines upon all with elan
So we went to temple and mosque
Sikh gurudwara and the church
Favours from God, all in fear ask
Whilst carefree birds, on treetops perch
Each affirms, their faith absolute
‘My daddy strongest’ is the norm
Fundamentalists resolute
Where lies hermit, bliss rapture warm
The scriptures per say seem alright
For each teaches, true path is love
Narrowness makes us blind to light
If God’s within, why look above
Such being the case, meditate
Celebrating our aliveness
We are still, nodes within gyrate
Entwining with the That oneness
Our prayer then, not a doing
Having chosen to surrender
Moment by moment, blossoming
Our each life breath, is God’s wonder
Our next life
One day this feeble form will die
Liberating soul eternal
Deluded desires, seek the sky
So we’re reborn; God’s miracle
Memory erased, when reborn
The same questions do resurface
Where lies the light that we adorn
Heart seeks to see God, face to face
Of what avail are the scriptures
We are not this here mind-body
Tiring of bondage and strictures
Plunge into the void, when ready
Cessation of thought, is the way
How many times must we be born
Each breath intake, is when we pray
With animal instincts all shorn
As our breath flows here and now
Accepting ourself as we are
We negate not, fear and desire
Nor with thought spirals, do we spar
Choose staid silence, because we tire
Shifting our fulcrum into space
We look inwards at all movement
Futile rat race, blocks divine grace
So sad is heart’s discontentment
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Letting go of our doership
Life goes on, much to our surprise
No need then, for oneupmanship
Shift, external to internal
Requiring but a mindful eye
All we do, is make desires null
No cause then, for our heart to sigh
That that comes and goes, unreal
Our lower mind knows not the truth
We stand still, feeling bliss appeal
Entwining with God’s will forsooth
Boundaries blur, all becomes one
We are the holder of the flame
Luminous like the yonder sun
Recognising life but a game
04-December-2021
I love how the moon look in the sky,
it is clear in the crystal rain,
I love how the two different moons, look,
that I described it/they are in the sky,
it appear in the night sky,
when it starts to show, and to appear,
it move around in the lit day light sun,
it will never go away, the/it the moon,
it never goes away,
that is how I know that it will never
go away,
it will stay up in the dark blue night air,
in coming out in my favorite day,
during days/the day in, and to,
finally eyes blooming eyes create a red, and night
gray gothic flower,
thinking of both times in the sun,
I love the circular shape of the moon,
it is dull light white inside of my/a pathway,
walking ground to create the perfect,
gigantic little dark green smiling ground,
looking away from behind me,
I am walking with a eye ground mind,
stringing up in hand in/a, a standing like me alone,
gothic flower, cute in my life's not in other people lifes,
to create a gothic flower,
I am obsessed with flowers,
and I then I love and then I like them,
they like me to,
cannot wait to I can gather up the flow
ers that / they are gothic, sunlight me,
I am holding them in my hand,
because they are my favorite kind of flowers,
to hold in the day light,
because they are my favorite kind of flowers,
(at night) to hold in the day light,
to hold at night where I go to sleep, at
night,
at night to hold at night where I go to sleep,
(at night ro hold where I go to sleep at,
nighttime at nighttime while I am counting
sheep, bedside *
at night while I am counting sheep,
what happen underneath the hall
gothic heaven shining wavy silk covers,
is a secret between me and then me,
what happen underneath these.the gothic
hell covers,
is a top secret from a top hat secret,
top hat secret, from a top hat, in
secret,
from a I am holding these bunches,
of flowers,
from a secret top secret hat,
in the star lit midnight twilight spar
kling twinkle star*
from sparkling, lit shining water that I will drink,
and to love,
they start as baby flowers at first,
these are just my babies roses that I have,
I love them all especially you wise bit,
but I love goth more when I am here bored,
so let look at the sun,
while sitting down for fun, smiles *
Valentine's times day is special
Just like life but what I can't understand
Is why Valentines day is not celebrated
Every day
We should treat Valentines day
like its an everyday event
Not just once a year
Mojourity of people don't like
One another so why be fake
For one day out off the year
That makes no sense
A least be honest with yourself
Your sitting at a dinner table right
Now with someone you can't stand
Come on be honest
Your at a restaurant spending all
This money for what no jokes
Boring conversation heels hurting
Your feet and tie is choking the hell
Out off your neck to impress people
We don't like
For this one day called Valentines day
Really if we treated Valentine's day
Like a normal day we would be less stress
Treat it like a normal day
After work go to the spar
Then come home and do something
Crazy and wild with your partner
Another day go on a picnic
In the back yard with some candles
With your partner
Don't wait for Valentine's day
Stop bye someone's house that
You have not seen in a long time
Don't wait for Valentine's day
Go ride a horse with your love one
Instead of waiting for a special
Event to pop up to spend time together
Take the stirring wheel and just venture
Around do something fun
There is alot off things to do
When you don't have any money
Take a walk on the beach
Free up and walk around with no
Clothes on you can do that when
You set your own tradition
And think off Valentine's day
Like its everyday off your life
Because you never know when
The end is near for somebody
You care about so
Set a new tradition and meaning
For Valentine's day
Life is short
so take advantage
Off everyday
Meaning be the same person you
Are everyday all day all year
If your real stay real
If your fake stay fake
Don't switch up for that
One day out of the year
Called Valentine's day
But set a new meaning
For Valentine's day
Start something new different
Set an amazing Valentine's day
Tradition special
For yourself
Called every day off my life
Will be something special in my life
And I will enjoy it because my days
Are special to me and
Because i are worth it as a person
Essences And Desires
(C)All Rights Reserved
Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients
Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen
approximately July first
same year bidding au revoir
bid good riddance account
to slumlord - hood did spat and spar
moved to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
unsafe to ride bicycle without handlebar
economical, geographical, practical...
subjected by Grosse and Quade tyrannical czar
dom low income facilities housing
nattering nabobs of nihilism whose intellect subpar
candidates vetted by Jaclyn Geiger registrar
courtesy nepotism unexceptional manager
thanks be to her papa, she drives fancy car
unlike this pauper and the missus
limited to schlep near and not far
afforded by rattletrap motorcar,
no driving prohibitive number of miles,
crossing sketchy territory warning signs
picturing dangerous avatar,
(especially during inclement whee thar)
determining risk to forego
top manic kin Michelin
money grubbing cannibalistic
surgeon's earning equivalent silver star,
or comparable civilian rating touting specialists
while bonafide topnotch indivisible tailors swifty
stitch ink, viz tattoo back parlor shop whar
exemplary Patients Matter Always
buzzfeeding, inoculating, kickstarting...
healthy medical network,
hobnob, kibitz, schmooze...
drown lackluster lovelife at the bar
parting paramour with such sweet sorrows par
for the course during pouring rain how bizarre
necessitated our lucky find locating physicians
supreme nsync with Google high reviews
receiving, scoring, nabbing,
incorporating... truevalue re: vector and scalar,
we veteran trooper seasoned renters
luckily blessed chance
cost us pennies on the dinar
general bang for buck amazingly
found yours truly strumming his air guitar
pleasantly situated among picturesque poplar
resort within Skippack Village, a tourist
mecca for devout or
secular gourmandizing, earning
catering and acquiescing savoir
ole mighty faire Benjamin
legally tendering expensive bazaar.
The world had taken everything
and left the man as broke.
When anger rose up in his gut
and this is what he spoke:
I've given my life for everyone
who only sought to take.
And now that I have no more luck
it's time that I forsake.
He tore off all his clothes to say:
"I'm naked in the street".
While others stopped and stared at him.
Their shock to be his treat.
He stood there just as Adam did
and waited for his sake.
The people thinking he was mad
and called the cops to take.
He didn't have to wait for long.
His plan was working well.
The ride to come as quickly
as this taxi was to Hell.
They wrapped him in a blanket first
and put him in the car.
These chauffers posh to say the least
were armed and trained to spar.
The drive was one of comfort
for his mercy being there.
And the blanket now his clothing
warmed his heart were he to care.
When soon the ride had ended
that they'd finally reached his home.
A mansion having 13 floors.
It's windows lined in chrome.
The orderlies had come to greet him.
These servants to prestige.
Him wondering if they'd come to realize
how they played into his seige.
With escorts he'd travail the halls.
Their pathways feeling spacious.
Soon coming to the elevators;
the doorman being gracious.
They rose up to the Penthouse suite.
It's atrium well lit.
Where off they whisked him to a room
with pajamas made to fit.
When dressed they moved him to another.
six doctors there attending.
Assessing him for moving on
to one nurse for an ending.
The nurse to give him their decision
injected him with health.
All free for being there as their guest
despite his lack of wealth.
They offered him a bed to sleep
with fresh sheets and some drapes.
And told him he could get some food
for just a little traipes.
The cafeteria there to serve,
he always got a meal.
At night he even got a snack
as justice got more real.
Soon workers offered him their service
and got him an apartment.
The government sending him his cheque
each month from their department.
Right back to where he started off;
he smiled at what they'd done.
but felt the only difference being
too high to just have won.
I lived out loud, so they must have seen,
But they don’t know me, no one does.
The few I let in, must not have been
The ones I really needed,
I discarded them as lessons learned
– to burn lest I get burned.
My too-long life’s sad error was
Thinking that age would narrow the scope,
When looking back through dwindled hope,
I ken the opposite was truth.
Through backwards time I haven’t changed
But relationships quite early on
Seem somehow more significant,
Like my earliest encounters went.
How well he knew my own true self
The 2nd grade bully who tried for tears
But got instead a verbal slam.
‘Cuz bully power runs on fears
And injustice made me mad not scared,
It sucked the air from his balloon
And left me stronger in my room.
The fifth-grade kid who rode the bus
In Special Ed. for poverty.
A family of 10 in a two room shack
Just two stops from our farm
He always sat alone – even when by journey’s end
Some bench seats had three kids in them
The teasing, taunting pre-teen kids
Would often say ‘He smells.” (he did)
His clothes were rarely clean
His body often lacked hygiene.
I’ll never know what made me ask to sit
That first time while those kids looked on,
But he said “Sure.” And moved his books.
And we were friends a full school year
Until I moved, but once while in the recess yard
Another bully taunted me – for playing with the ‘retard’
Notwithstanding his ignorance,
The gross misdiagnosis (and lacking sensitivity)
I won again the verbal spar,
and his bruised ego demanded physicality,
So to the ground he pushed me.
Two hands, my butt and feet upon the ground
I sat in puzzled wonderment as my new friend took two steps up
And pushed the bully to the ground eliciting calls for teacher’s help
The duty teacher saw this last act
And grabbed my friend each hand to arm
Roughly shaking, while proclaiming,
Misbehavior yields punishment… and off to the principal’s office he went.
But I jumped up before he left,
Confronted the teacher with her unjust act,
And instead of justice I too went.
My life is filled with things like this.
Mostly short encounters and randomness,
But those are the ones who knew me best.
Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve delve
the hour,
Penchant dragged scrape innard depth
souring blindly binds ruse lids breadth
spar sun astir, causation its wandering
scar bites of frost attend a clouded ring
constant errs my inner chambers abide
pivotal piques tricked darkening inside
depth breadth spar scar abide inside
the hour,
A vast plague of vulture flights accrues
a lowly sill contempt its stay construes
awake dreamt feverishly reposed body
quake aloof save I some valued nobody
unsorted escort disembodied but feats
wonder maroon beheld tethering beats
accrues construes awake quake feats beats
the hour,
Therefore I'd wallowed jousting to free
of peals of laughter trifle trailing spree
feeble villagers thoughtless each share
of riddled backside amidst tabled stare
and counters gossip whispers consume
be their claim graphic God they assume
free spree share stare consume assume
the hour,
Remains of a last supper disrobed hang
amidst bunker migrating seasons pang
yond trained reflect stories trail facials
a negging crowded calls milds a rituals
saved I a memoir cloistered singularity
paved upon silken weaves a familiarity
hang pang facials rituals saved paved
the hour,
Bewitched canons riddled yon the altar
stacking of hymnals liberates Gibraltar
of liquefied gift cascading gratification
love stain pigments of my imagination
hues meld a silencing orchestrate suite
enhance the loyal thunder ne'er retreat
altar Gibraltar of love suite retreat
the hour.