Short Ointments Poems

Send me elixir back and bless me with the rain
The fruits of the sacred tree and the ointments of pain...

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I have prescriptions coming out of my ears,
Do I take too many,
Something I fear.
I take so many pills and potions,
Ointments and such,
I now use a walker
Why do I need this crutch?
Age has caught up with me,
I have to say.
Writing this has tired me.
I bid you all G'day....

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Lotion cream balm an ointments 
reminds us of who we really are  
accessories fitment's an garments
never need lavish nor spar
classic cupboards organized 
maintain visual distain
to relax an feel stabilized 
everything is perfectly attain
or maybe not quite a start
funny how time seems to fly 
then wonder how far
th' reason of existence apply
like driving all night 
without an aim...

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In the response to my letter
You have sent flowers of words
These words spread fragrance
In the stink room of my life
Just like a shawl in the cold
Which covers the body
In the same way,
Soft ointments are your words 
For the sores of my wounds
Whenever I took a glance   
They relief me of my pain
They hold my hands
And make me hopeful again
Your words have taught me
The words have their effect
They have a deep touch...

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She remains a partial gift
some have none, yet some have much
for her scales, sideways they tilt
yet we crave her soothing touch.

With jars of scents, ointments and creams
ourselves we paint seeking her face
fanciful, our grotesque masks seems
yet she stays mocking our ways.

But true beauty in these things lie;
the morning dew on thirsty leaves
the new-born sun that's up so high
even in Nature's smiles on lonesome cliffs!...

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She remains a partial gift
some have none, yet some have much
for her scales, sideways they tilt
yet we crave her soothing touch.

With jars of scents, ointments and creams
ourselves we paint seeking her face
fanciful, our grotesque masks seems
yet she stays mocking our ways.

But true beauty in these things lie;
the morning dew on thirsty leaves
the new-born sun that's up so high
even in Nature's smiles on lonesome cliffs!...

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Her luring loin
And her customers’ seduced groin
Once again join
With a freshly released gold coin,
Even as she wasn’t his type
For being  a smoker of a pipe
To whom final quitting could never be ripe,
Until cancer took its paw swipe
And off her illusory joy wipe…

A nymphomaniac reaching out to ointments
Ahead of fixed appointments
For the enveloping of smell of cigarette
And show to valued customers that she could be considerate!...

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What can we buy that will cure what ails him?
We wished that we knew.
Trying treatment upon treatment.
Lotions, creams, pills, and ointments.
No relief was promised, but we were optimistic.
We expected some good results.
Our hopes were joyfully trotted out next to each treatment.
Twenty, thirty, forty times, our hopes were lifted up.
Finally dying a natural death, landing on the rocks of reality.
This is why they call it practicing medicine....

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Make dreams of midnight sleep- 
the Ferrari in your head, sons and daughters
gossiping on your back, and sea foam as 
your bed. Make them to baffle doctor.

Imaging calm heart, kissing an infant's
face, roaming over clouds with an immense
lover in you and a sombre drink in front on 
the beach of love. Let them to cure pains,
the scratches of uncertain world.
 All the wealth is your closed eyes 
and let ointments to do the work ...

©?Burhan...

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