Many years ago in business as a wellness consultant
to clients I would explain , how their most unwellness state,
was linked to pollution and other earthly degradation
It was then I'd sometimes hear you're a hippy and a greenie
that was their responsive exhortation
My retort, Thank you for that keenly measured observation
I'm am proud that over time I have improved my state of being
many deliberate choices have been made
You can now remunerate me for my expertise
I'm always grateful when time arrives for me to get paid
It’s all right.
The eye, inner cheek, thumb, knee, and leg.
Begging for relief.
The trigger thumb should be released today at one.
Hip-hip-hurray! Let’s not talk of the hip again…shh!
Perhaps, next week some news, some talk
about the knee…too long it seems, it was lumped
in, with lower leg sciatica pain.
Aye yi yi, the eye, I read,
is chronic (say what?!)
Yep, nurse practitioner did not tell all.
No one dumps the aging news on us
until we’re knee deep in the “stuff.”
Oh the pain…the pain…the pain!
No wonder sitcoms came to be.
We needed to lighten up.
Laugh it up, millennials -
I bet you see the light.
my nurse practitioner gives me a stern “mom” look.
When was the last time you had a mammogram?
I think I had one last week, I say breezily.
Really? She looks surprised.
What kind of a doctor is she?
She can’t tell that I am kidding?
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
Relationships with doctors
Can be awkward, even though
You discuss the same old problems
Every time that you may go.
Yet if you have a physician
You have seen for many years,
All self-consciousness and tension
Somehow quickly disappears.
He’ll remember all your symptoms –
Be they serious or not –
And will take his time explaining
What you have or haven’t got.
There might even be some jokes about
Appointments in the past
And you realize that you’re lucky,
For such bonds so rarely last.
As my other docs retired
Or switched practices on me,
I feel grateful I’m connected, still,
To my same old G.P.*
*General Practitioner
I lied to my doctor
Hospital, my general practitioner, helped me two weeks ago.
They asked, what happened? Pain heart, strong heart beating
But why? They asked. Nervous Exhaustion, sleep disorder.
This was my answer
I lied, was not only these are all the problems. Yes. The pain of my soul
Yes, but everything is okay with my health, only the stress of love
Doctors helped me, so my life is okay. Okay?? Let's continue!
Live to live, life to live, live the life. You will search for me, believe it!
Oh, yes, you don’t care about my pain and health. Waiting for my death?
Yes, I know, because I am in the way of your life, and you can not
put me away
I will find someone because I can not delete you from my memory
A lady, and will love her, I give her all my feelings what is yours
Se will get my life, and me, and everything. I will love her, please
monitor it
My doctor will cure me
Vilmos
The missing figure
The familiar figure I was dressing didn't sit
in the chair, at the shop, I had hired ready
for the funeral, when I after lunch walked
to the shop to get him dressed
I had bought hair in a gift shop, the type
many use and call it angel hair, white
and smooth and easy to glue on
I, on my way through the small park, had
noticed the man who spoke English with
He had a slight Liverpool accent, although
he was Portuguese, looked another way
when seeing me, that is, he looked at
the ducks in the park's pond.
Unsure of what to do, I sat down in the chair
the figure had sat on a dentist's chair
The closed shop must have belonged
to a former teeth practitioner.
In the large mirror opposite the chair
I saw myself, put the angle hair on my head
and saw the missing figure.
Just after sunset, the brightest star emerged
With Plethoric distinctions, it reached the sky
No cut-off,
With an urge,
The destination she reached in record time.
She's carrying wealth from the qatar,
A degree in hand, now deserves a trip to Zanzibar
As a bright future taking off.
A success story let's celebrate,
Launch another missile
We are ready for another blastoff.
With passion she is blooming,
And with fire her soul is fuming.
Obstacles she turned into stepping stones,
And that is worth acknowledging.
Proud I am,
And I know the best is yet to come,
With her potential so limitless.
The world awaits more of such light.
Congratulations on such an occasion,
Our graduate, yet again a full pedagogical practitioner.
There’s something to be said
for the local practitioner
Whose phone is not answered
by an East Asian call center
It’s nice knowing what you hear
is what you get
Unlike when Abhimanyu says
‘Hi. My name's Brett.’
"Associate Professor Emeritus
Richard D. Slick, PhD"
ahhh
ohh
not
an
ode
to a
once
known
dare i say
friend but
professor
the
hours
i went
and
spent
during
office
hours
for his
were not
his but ours
materialistic
decisions
& Lit at
it's
best best
discussed
face to face
without traces of
but one mistake made
when others would
enter and say:
"Excuse me
Doctor Slick"
... and with
that that's
when
he
would
say, "Please,
I'm not a M.A.S.H.
surgeon or even general
practitioner. Not a doctor. Just
Dick
Slick
Everything happened as though a dream,
Though it left in me a permanent gleam;
My imprisonment, for no fault of mine, was fixed,
Treason - they said - feelings in me got mixed;
Neglecting the National anthem - the F.I.R said,
Thinking of what's going to dawn made me dread;
News Papers had already foreseen my end,
Life imprisonment, to such persons, was the day's trend;
My advocate, though knew matters clearly, shun,
As though, in my case, intricacies, spun;
Nightmares in me, of dark cells, appeared often,
As though, I, from there, straight went into my coffin?
It's, then, my neighbor, whom I had hated,
For his social status, which, I felt, had outdated;
Who knew me well that I was, in truth, patriotic,
And felt how my life, then, had gone chaotic;
Being a legal practitioner, he took up my case,
Enabled me to be free from the clutches, by grace;
How would I ever in my repay him?
I felt like kissing him till my heart's very brim...!!!
13 February 2023
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
In the confusion
so confounding, A Confliction, everyone’s conviction - to voice, to reason,
and
nothing
changes.
A man was murdered today in the streets,
Tomorrow, next week,
next month a shooting-
a school, a grocery shop, holiday parade.
Why is it that we must die for your injustice?
You corrupt politician! Faithless practitioner!
Sandy Hook was a tragedy,
Look at Robb Elementary,
twenty twenty-two.
Nineteen tiny coffins,
two teachers - our modern heroes.
A far right constipation! Begone, truth!
Up is done, left is right, sideways always!
Gather arms, gather arms!
Second amendment! Second amendment!
Cry, Constitution!
Founding Fathers!
Cry, oh America!
We, the land of the Despairing,
and the robbed -
Raise a cry for those gone too soon,
Raise a cry for the childless mothers.
Raise a cry for the tired and the scared,
The hurting, the bruised, beaten.
Raise a cry for the confused,
the misinformed, spoon fed fool.
Witness our bleeding hearts!
Tears! Let them fall!
Cry, oh America!
I
Graters are for preparing meals
Not for hearts
Diaries, memoir notes are private
Not for phoney pastors
Sometimes a grated heart tells horrors endured because of pastors
II
Lines between advice & control, love & hate
As lines between light, twilight, night are
Very thin
How does an innocent churchgoer learn
Demands from church to lie, hide, break up
Are lines crossing from Teaching to Orders
Disguised as from The Holy Spirit?
III
From behind the lines, I see
While carrying my shredded heart
Looking for bandaids, some nurse
Doctors don't come to our homes
What with power cuts, water disruptions
There will be no healing. Or slow healing.
We hope to find a nurse practitioner
Who also knows we need her prayers
I knew some plant pieces by your name
When my father tried to persuade me
To be his successor as a TCM practitioner
I have not seen your beauty until recently
When my wife made our garden your home
I was confused by these controversial facts
That someone like my wife value Your beauty
While others like my father deplete your life
For their own purposes ?
I am the innocent prisoner,
I am not a criminal practitioner,
I am the mercy petitioner,
I am against all sinners,
But they say, "I am the greatest offender",
Help me out, Oh! My creator,
Never ever leave me, Oh! Generator,
I am alone, "who knows myself better"
Other doubts me and needs lie detector,
They consider me as a legal defaulter.
I ask you, Oh! My script writer,
Whom should I complain for this blunder?
"Trust the evidences " Says all law makers,
That's Why I am considered as a bad creator,
I know the time is the best healer,
It is the true pathfinder,
May one day time would be in my favour,
May One day the nature become the true narrator,
To give judgement in my favour,
Someday God will listen to my prayers,
And will declare me as an innocent among all sinners,
Please don't forget" I am the innocent prisoner".
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