Inspired by the countryside. We are blessed here in the United Kingdom as we have many gorgeous landscapes around us.
Nature is the best medicine
By Michelle Morris
23/09/2025
The verdant hills beckon me
Come closer and experience peace
Let our natural beauty comfort you
Ignite the very best of feeling
Feeling a sense of belonging
Feeling a sense of calm
Feeling a sense of wonder
Feeling nature's balm
Your Soul will never regret it
Your body will feel renewed
For nature is the best medicine
For me and for you
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Consent.
Break it and your punished
Usually,
That's how the story goes
That's the way it's supposed to go
The hippocratic oath.
Ethics. Principles. Confidentiality.
A promise. A vow. A pledge
Beyond race
Beyond gender
Beyond sexuality
An oath against inequality
That's how it is to be taken
That how its supposed to be took
But what if?
What if those blinded by power decide to change the rules?
To abuse their privilege with different tools
An excuse used - for the greater good?
Or naybe it's just a clinical way to own black people
Henrietta Lacks.
A woman. A human. A black person.
Hidden by a history of white erasure
The story of her life hidden in invisible ink
They didn't see her as anything other than a toy to play with
As a body to experiment with
It wasn't that she was silenced
It was more that she went unheard
Her voice was a ghost they ignored
At her most vulnerable they stole Something that was hers
Something she had the right to preserve
Her cells
Stolen from the place they called home
Observed
By doctors
Who only saw her as a catalyst for research
On a hunting trip Yosemite Sam
shot up a loose can of spam
didn't taste like his usual venison
so took for precaution a spoonful of medicine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Tickle my fancy
tickle my toes
tickle my funny bone
(both elbows)
put a smile in my life
a laugh let me hear
place a grin on my face
(from ear to ear)
tell me a joke
it's chuckles I seek
give me a giggle
(tongue in cheek)
play me a prank
let silliness spark
say something funny
(just for a lark)
ape me a caper
do it in jest
monkey around
(buffoonery's best)
when crying with laughter
can't take any more
I'll do it for you
(rolling on the floor)
I'm the vibes, they're the vipers
I give healing, them keep killing
Words my medicine, call me words smith
Deceit and betrayal their weapons
I call them cobra, them are snitches.
I'm the owner
Them the controller
I always act like
I own or know nothing
They're so ruthless
Acting like they own or know it all.
I'm the completer
They're the competitor
Always fight for something
While I ride for my things
Everyone with their own obligation
Paying attention to whatever they belong.
I’m sick of the noise
I’m sick of the noise
Despair has me ill
I’m sick of the noise
Life has me confused
I’m on edge, I’m in lose
I ill and detained
I’m ill and I’m drained
I’m sick of myself
I’ve recently given up
Music is medicine for the soul
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
We can’t retreat
Language and feelings of negativity
The storms of the life challenges complexity
Come pray wit me
In harmony
The sonnet of the tornadic scene
Battering eyes hurting vessels
Un learnt lessons
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
Come unto me
And receive the beauty of ….
Music is medicine for the soul
Now I’m sweet fully complete
Delivered and whole
Music is medicine for my soul
3/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
So pure your love is
The medicine to my heart
Hearts forever healed
Laid out for surgery, a patient prude
Swaps self guided for guile - Medusa’s will
Noisy neurons mute, poor Nerida nude
Serpent puncture spreads in her, poison pill
Twirls twilight silent, sticky dark danger
Cotton candy cloud, clement synapses
Petrifying practitioner changed her
Nerida’s urge for control collapses
Fang flung, spiralled far from mediocre
Transfixed in toxin, menacing method
Venom swoll jugular veins squeeze choke her
Doctor’s dose meticulously measured
Tangled snake strands, table statue taboos
Dagger dipped in blood leaves only a bruise
Numbing Needle
Ninth of January
Medicine Cabinet
The shelves in
the medicine cabinet are
radioactive.
I love beauty
It's medicine for me
Color flowers
Open up my color blind eyes
Your beautiful eyes
Cure my injured heart
The early birds song
Wakes my sighing soul
Your beautiful smile
Makes my day bright
Your fair glowing skin
Reflect a good desire
As you speak fluently
Is like a spring me talking
To a beautiful nymph
And the whole you signifies
The Venus type beauty I like.
Sovereign, spectral,
Edible for medicine,
Flower with power.
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.
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In the medical field where hierarchies reign,
Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain.
Boss’s word, as stone inscribed,
Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied.
Without an iota of doubt,
The question that sprouts:
Is there room for a healthy atmosphere,
Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere?
"Learning should be joy," let that be the theme,
"Please me" policies are but a meme.
Let curiosity flourish and bloom,
And wisdom dispel the shadows of gloom.
When you start getting it
All you've secretly strive for
Some with the help of few
Others all by yourself and God
When it starts manifesting
People Start tracking your medicine.
People wanna know your muse
Forgetting the story brings the glory
People want to be like and do you
But don't wanna walk in your shoes
Forgetting it goes from nothing
To something then everything else.
What you do and how you do it
Always determines your outcome
Where focus goes energy flows
Energy flows manifests results
Love what you do, do it wholly
But not to ride on people for folly.
A young Koala named Joey
had an upset stomach ohwie.
She fed him poop soup,
a poothie to boot.
Now he is handsome and showy!
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