It’s hard to believe but true:
doctors do make mistakes;
but on the whole they’re few.
And yet it demonstrates
what we should all expect,
that doctors aren’t perfect.
As for your surgeon’s removal
of what he mistook as a double
tumor growing in the area
of your groin, your falsetto
whining sounds like a soprano
practicing a new aria.
I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go
A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne Lise put on shaky…Yet effects are far reaching, through many a century..’ As I will
Here put this man’s work on the whole was good’ yet I’d not give a whit to the devil..’ if
I do? Then condemn me, that things may be
That be well understood.’ Consider Joseph in
The Egypt of old, who gathered the grain and
Kept it as gold, slowly he took all the people did
Hold, then put them in usury.. Was God really
Glad? It says much of the world that he”s a
Hero at all. Do we have inbuilt moral decrepitude? What say ye all.?
Always following company policy
you set a good example and it showed
qualified at your level of incompetence
while rather than carry the can
you continued to kick it down the road
and I'll be the first to say I'm last in line
on the lower echelon boot-licking list
but please trust and do keep in mind
by me the cheeks of your behind
are not about to be bussed or kissed
I know at work I am junior-most man
on the promotion ladder totem pole
but on the whole you've surrounded yourself
with employees who are quite inferior
and tho' overall you may be the boss
no you are not my superior
Its harrowing to think on the heavy bombing.' A non
Military town, with art aplenty.' Many refugees there
It seems and around; not economic had come, in terrified
Streams.' The war almost over.' German military gone'
And soon this town of beauty would be swept by bombs.'
Firestoms raging even melting steel' what a twist by wars
Victors.' I consider it wrong.' All this to build back better.?
A valid point? As I muse and consider.? Could that be an
Annoint.? Or If its 'Nie wider kreig?' Then thats something at
Least.' If its stop..' And maybe even question the con-vid release.? I
Guess victorys of truth, can be had.' Yet mass killing
Of normal everyday civillians.? On the whole this makes me' for one; very sad.)
I, myself, and me,
we comprise the royal we.
I makes most decisions,
while me or myself makes the needed revisions
to ensure we three
don’t unwittingly disagree.
Me, myself, and I,
we're a well-integrated guy.
On the whole,
we're a tripartite soul
stuck together till the day we three die.
this feels so natural, still, my heart is pounding -
that look in your eyes...
I feel like I'm sinking
I feel like I'm floating
drowning in your blazing image,
maybe I'm not too keen
on the whole breathing thing
after all.
maybe I'll just drink up
the entire sea.
Like a huge pride of lions roaring at ease
From a hidden cavern in the distance ,
The disturbed robust sea diffuses resonance -
In an infinite expanse of sonorous breeze
The heavy, grey clouds gathering above ,
Let out at times , the bright silvery line ,
Now by chance to smile and then to decline,
Bracing the dismal spirit and hope somehow
All along and everywhere the fit of feel --
The relentless wild beat and serene symphony
Turns into the note of remorse and agony ;
Lived moments pass into the coffer to retreat
What ails one standing before the sea at large ,
Is it the inner reflection of the distressed soul
Or the enigma that covers life on the whole ?
May be the pelagic domain has its own surge
The eerie bearing of contained life all around
Seems to be centred in the rhythm of some
Cosmic order and muse of uniform humdrum
In the extreme ecstasy again is agony found !
Temples
Slightly open are my
temples. Mosquitoes need a
place to
rest. On the whole drinking or
bathing in
mosquito piss isn’t an
unpleasant or
a wrong thing
to do. It cures
diarrhoea.
Me and my friend, we had a tea party,
She poured a cup, our laughs rang out hearty,
Flowers in our hair and frills in our frocks,
Red blush on our cheeks and curls in our locks,
A big slice of the cake that mom had made,
We ate, shared our stories and drank and played,
We smiled big smiles, and had fun without rest,
On the whole, our tea party was the best.
Picture #2
An abstract dull spirit, amorphous and loose,
Cloudy and irate, possessing the even soul,
Haunts the frail mind and body on the whole
Of the one who fervently chases a wild goose
Firmly believing the strange enigmatic world
Of fancy to be real and divine, demanding all
Venturesome feats such as a sacrificing fall,
And even the human nature whirled or furled,
Or ,lost cornered in a traceless, mazy cavern
Letting the conscience search for the deep
Hurt ego , in pretext and unwilling to return,
But still making a play out of vanity steep:
The worldly Eden has far greater things to seek,
Know,feel selflessly and be Nature's bit, meek .
(Apologies to Shakespeare's sonnet 126)
Sometimes things work out exactly
How you’d hoped they would,
With plans and people meeting up
In just the way they should.
However, that is not the norm
And, though you may prepare,
A perfect execution of
A plan is pretty rare.
Though rolling with the punches is
Not easy, on the whole,
It might be best when circumstances
Slip from your control.
Whose cows are those ?
That go to everyone’s garden
Destroying poor farmer’s crops
Whose cows ?
Are on free range
On the whole village.
Where will the poor gardener eat ?
If his source of income is now,
Source of tears
Not of joy
But of sorrow and agony.
Guard your cows
Karota
Unless you want to see blood
Of your animals.
Be careful.
We don’t want you
To start pointing at us
With your mouth
Saying
Those people led to myt suffering.
When you were born
The king boys were in the hospital
trying to sell
dodgy perfumes
All three of them
Some bastard up in the hills
had a torch on the whole night
St Ables accident and emergency
No rooms available
I totally understood kissing your friend
The amateur magician stuff was great
Our fishing trips
We always came back with a haul
but then again most of that clinked
Some of the table legs were sheer artistry
I turned your newborn head towards
the night sky
This is yours my son
Oh say can you see blood soaked
Baltimore reeking of falsified documents
blood soaked levies oh say can you see
corruption over board Atta Mohammed
and Bin Laden brought to trial on this land
oh say can you see veterans crying while
domestic abusers dine in Caribbean pajamas
oh say can you see our beautiful flag torn
tatters lifted rasing all doubt as truth balance
gravity a surety of peace no organized crime
could ever devour with falsified documents
orchestrated to assist abusers and target
the victims of domestic violence oh say can
you see Francis Scott Key galloping over the
bridge chanting the red coats are coat they
came dear and falsified documents data breach
to harm disabled veterans and their families
waarheid thee uncharted endeavor of fraud and
waste have mercy on us and on the whole world.
And our Flag was still There .
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