There was a long queue at the pharmacy.
It was not easy to wait in the summer heat.
The air conditioner could not cope enough.
The three young and comely chemists were efficient,
Still there were so many people waiting.
But I needed the medication, blast it.
Under the soft hum of fluorescent light,
the drugstore was too full.
The air smelt faintly of disinfectant,
Too clean for comfort.
Still the chemists worked hard and smiled.
Behind the counter,
Bottles and packets were chosen and packed.
The bells of the cash register chimed fast.
Sick people were served, some with an occasional cough.
Change was given, cards were swiped.
Finally, my turn arrived. I grimmed.
“Get me some arsenic. I’m tired of waiting.”
With a laugh, my friendly chemist
Handed me some pain killers.
“Have a nice day, my dear friend.”
I smiled, stuck my tongue out and dared the summer heat.
BASKET OF OINTMENTS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In youth, I did endlessly frolic and play,
With nary a care in any given day.
But now I must confess,
With a moan and a sigh and much distress,
I’m totally loyal to "Pharmacy Jay."
With his basket of ointments and creams,
I’m embracing my age, or so it seems.
Though I laugh and I jest,
I must say, I’m blessed,
For my youth lives in fond, silly dreams!
at the pharmacy
ome books in my bookshelf are unread
and can stay the way, I need not read
everything printed
depression hangs over the landscape like
dust on windows tells me the obvious
come clean me now
When finally going ashore, I had floated
like an ant on an oak leaf, I was baffled
electricity bills have to be paid
the pharmacy is open, but I will wait a bit
it is full of middle-aged women talking
about their illnesses
there had been a storm, pot plants
had fallen to the floor, the weather
is getting worse every year
the apothecary is empty. I walk in
to get medicine for diabetes, but
I no longer ask why me
What I Became
In school I liked:
physical geography, American History
and biology.
I hated:
chemistry, physics
and geometry.
So, I became a pharmacist
The Road I Didn’t Take
The smell of fresh cut pine is
a balm to my soul as the crosscut saw
works its way through the wood, fine
saw dust sprinkles the floor.
The rough palms of my hands push
the plane over the fresh cut side
of the board curly shavings fall
to the floor as the uneven edges are smoothed.
The gentle tap of the wooden mallet
to drive the chisel into the wood is
a soothing sound to my ears, wood
chips litter the table as the dado joint forms.
The hammer is suspended in mid air
ready to strike as a distant bell assault’s
my ears and I awaken to realize I am
late for my shift in the pharmacy
counting pills and worrying about insurance.
Clements’ Mazda fully in control
Just crazily ran out of petrol,
His Humble Catarrh out of control
With obvious depletion of Menthol;
Not a thing solved by mere vitriol
Or plunging into angry patrol…
A hateful running out of supplies,
Both car and organ needing replies:
To surfacing at a bank complies;
A use of its ATN implies…
Next, straight dash to a filling station,
Never trying to Mammon ration:
At the nearest waiting pharmacy,
Thousands simply spending, no mercy:
For The Stranded after 10:00pm
Dreams not at all of eluding them…
Mazda Owner Turns Mazda Loser,
Snatcher with Family now User!
The obsessed with supremacy
Always quits with immediacy:
To whom “Challenge me not” is a policy,
Unaware of its sad deficiency.
Everything wears its intricacy,
Even Justice of Wide Advocacy,
The Sick’s Drug-Providing Pharmacy,
Kitchen with a sought delicacy
And Righteousness linked with Adequacy,
Death seeking often our intimacy
But sure floating an Autocracy!
Now, tell me why Seekers of Supremacy
Shall smell Death’s Sincere Mercy.
So many unhealthy foods
Sixteen kinds of candy
Three varieties of Slim Jim,
Eleven kinds of potato chips
Here I sit at a pharmacy, amazed
Intrigued that they are promoting this stuff
Then I notice the pop machine.
And the twenty-six kinds of sugary gum.
Wow!
When I have walked through all the forests of life
I do not want to change anything
(a metaphorical picture of life)
15/04/2021
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When the heart beats in line with the wind
The experience of the tranquility of nature
My yoga tell about my life in its full depth
River's quiet rustling is like music,
the sound dances into the body and the soul
I use simple meditation techniques
Closes my eyes and breathes deep
Allows me to float with the clouds
the fresh air clear my lungs
Outdoor yoga is a unique combination
of what the spectacular scenery has to offer
It gives my head a break and new focus
... releasing all stress
08-04-2020
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Five minutes after I left, four people were shot in a pharmacy.
If I had been there for an extra five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.
A maniac shot four people over a tray of pain pills.
Two of the victims lived but the other two were killed.
He probably thought he'd get off scott free but he did not.
He wasn't even able to get out of town before being caught.
That punk shot those people five years ago today.
Now he's rotting in prison, he's being made to pay.
The cops arrested him and put him behind bars and that's where he belongs.
He valued pills more than four innocent people, what he did was so wrong.
(Dedicated to the four people who were shot at the Down Home Pharmacy in Bean Station, Tennessee.)
Once there was a pharmacist in Brazil
Visited by a duck standing very still
He shook his head
When the duck said,
"Give me some lip gloss and put it on my bill"
She said at the pharmacy counter
My husbands Viagra needs renewed
She asked the man if they sold it there
He told her that they certainly do
She asked if he had ever used it himself
He told her he had and was a big fan
She asked,"Can you get it over the counter?"
He said, "If I take a lot I probably can!"
When I saw him enter,
an illiterate, I surmised
(one you may despise)
But he spoke some words
about the drug he wanted…
He changed my mind.
Pharm argued no further.
We learnt a lesson.
Buying From the Bogus Online Pharmacy
By Elton Camp
Meg got tired of drug’s high price,
A foreign pharmacy would be nice
So she searched the Internet around
Until the cheapest price she found
A doctor prescription it didn’t need
Nor other safety regulations to heed
The drugs they sent through the mail
The tremendous saving Meg did hail
But in the mirror she was horrified
A heavy growth of beard she spied
The cost she really did appreciate
But the final result made her irate
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