Medicines Poems - Poems about Medicines

Usually, I will look out my window And lay eyes on the most beautiful flowers; Or Crepe Myrtle trees beautifying the lawn; Or in the early mornings, watch a sunrise with teary eyes; Or in early evenings, watch a sunset take my breath away; Or in late Fall, gaze at flocks of birds heading South for the winter; Or smile at...

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Invincible craving for the relish from home, Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires. Mother’s medicines rejuvenate, Food, Bring them from Africa. Especially from Mami’s kitchen, Where the aroma helps develops patience, The taste of unblemished earthenware, Unsoiled by the greed of GMO Unfrozen fresh, unpolluted with preservatives. Bring me Egusi, laden with numerous...

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India’s thinkers are ahead of their time. Making medicines out of manure from their bovine. Urine too has a place of honor in their lab. They use it in treatments, but please do not blab. I would like to meet the brilliant thinker of the day. Who decided poop and urine might be the way. To cure some diseases – was...

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The medicine remedies evil, harm does not remedy the medicine... Love loves romance, ...

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off she wrote as if a doctor's script to which i had to translate making out certain words that i needed to sound out loud making my mouth contort in snorts yet when all was said and done the note she wrote was simply poetry for what else would mi Musa write for me...

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The Government of Pakistan Our cruel government bring pain They say bear it and do not complain They banned imported medicines just for money Neither do they make it nor do they let others supply They are greedy and they are the fuel of hell They use god's name but within them, demons dwell Their speeches...

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The best medicines Its cold and the sky today is gray no squawking in the sun from the young blue jays I hear the pitter— patter of little feet and wonder if it is my little friend gray squirrel that each day in hidden places he seeks all the seeds, nuts and corn snacks I leave suddenly a black...

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"I fear that a world made of gifts cannot coexist with a world made of commodities." Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 374 We fear that Earth made as gift cannot coexist with a planet infested by mere self-marketing of the fittest. I fear Earth made of organic containers of deep ecological memory as sacred gifts cannot coexist with a commodified planetary...

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Medicine’s Day Is Today in 2441 It turned into more of a hair service, 2441, the price Of being human is just to live, fizz, New drugs took time to create and promise, But now that we have human flight, flawless, By taking Aerogel, the drug for us, Which lets us speed through the air cold as ice, Medicine became, being real honest, As...

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