Short Practitioner Poems

graduated cum laude 
with a PhD in madness,
practitioner of your
  own philosophy as
    the harbinger of doom,
tales of darkness where
the deck is always stacked,
what's the sense of light
   to an austere night
or spring's flourish 
   mid winter's brashness,
you don't need to be
      a rocket scientist 
    to diagnose absurdity...

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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 ?...

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His twilight is in the here-after
His debt is never paid
Watch out for the Devil
His bid has long since been
Laid,
Never lax for the Devil
He is smooth and He is sleek'
One of the most regent of
Practitioner is that you might
Ever want to meet
He strives' and delivers' a
Serious blow'
 He will 
Ruin your life for-ever
And only Christ will know
That He is a Serpent
Of the Devil
And that you are but man

GF...

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The doctor was away so the nurse practitioner called
To see how I was doing after my stint in the hospital.
I was in big pain and cried during the entire phone call.
She said I should probably go back to the E.R.
I asked "Which E.R.?" I have been to two.
She said she did not think they could help me but maybe an E.R. could.
She ended with "Have a nice day."
HEH? 


(See title if you do not know this acronym I made up to honour her)....

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There’s a town fifteen miles up the road
Well more of a prison really
“Since that is the direction I’m headed
Perhaps give a fellow practitioner a friendly warning.”
The town is run by a magician
A magician with the dreams of a city
A slave population to build it
So he swept up the radius,
cooked up their souls down to ash…
turned them into ants
An inhumane endeavour, thinking became illegal
“But you’re still here!?”
Yes, indeed I am....

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Pondering in sloth riddled exile, Stained by resolute pixel batter 
Mutilated by idea’s negligent dirty mudded and infested bath-water 
Sharing the extreme imagination contrast reality. 
Panic thrusted full pelt entrusted. 
Money feeds such little it cares 
Freelance breed suffering servant indeed. 
The ubiquitous sleeve hidden and deceived 
Laughing smiles teeth that gleam 
Sweaty handshakes left unfilled and malice built 
A practitioner of harmful concept 
A leveller of nature’s milk....

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Dear Connie advised hands on healing
My husband thought this so appealing
I said hands off my chest
I can heal my own breast
With a flea in his ear he’s reeling!

Connie is a reiki practitioner and has been sending me distance healing. She advised me to do 'hands on healing' to help with my breast haematoma and I know it is working and the lump is getting smaller.  Three nights this week I have had the most intense purple colour when I close my eyes 

2/11/18...

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