If the only Medical publication in your doctor’s office is older than you…..
Run Forrest Run
Frightened to take two
Her soul was clenched in the hand's of evil, A strident deafening scream reverberating in her mind,
Searching for where she's broken the most, Trying to collect shattered pieces that are hard to find,
Even the faintest of lives light disappeared, Leaving her to confront dark thought's for a while,
Blindly stumbling through saddened day after day, Constant loneliness hovering making her fragile,
Others oblivious to her heartache retaining her struggle, A chaotic mind confused and lost in every form,
Ardently staying as strong as can be,
Undoubtedly the personification of frail is outworn.
On the periphery, is
where one can really see
The lens is blurry when you're near
Too far away, nothing's clear
Don't judge your boss' job
as does the angry mob
Kindly take two steps back
Cut a fellow human
~ a little bit of slack
Sometimes I’m busy and sometimes I’m not.
Sometimes I’m freezing and sometimes I’m hot.
Sometimes I’m hungry and sometimes I’m full.
Sometimes I push, sometimes yield to a pull.
Sometimes I’m wired and sometimes I’m beat.
Sometimes I’m grouchy and sometimes I’m sweet.
Sometimes I’m happy and sometimes depressed.
Sometimes I’m calm and at times I am stressed.
Sometimes I’m quiet and sometimes I’m loud;
Sometimes, embarrassed and other times proud.
Sometime I’m social and sometimes alone.
Sometimes I’m confident, other times thrown.
Sometimes ideas come and sometimes they don’t.
At times I despair but most often I won’t;
But one thing that’s always (not sometimes) is I’m
Quite proficient at molding my thoughts into rhyme.
Would you like a bowl of magical soup? Only ten dollars.
Ten dollars is a lot! What is in it?
I dare not divulge its secret ingredients. Only ten dollars.
Ten dollars is a bunch of money. What will I get?
For ten dollars this soup will make you smile, maybe laugh.
That is it?
It will also heal your heart, and aid in remembering good memories.
For only ten dollars? That is so cheap!
You are right. The price is now fifty dollars for a bowl of magical soup.
For a bowl of soup?
Yes.
Fifty dollars is a lot. What else will it give me?
It will heal all of your diseases.
Even diabetes?
Especially diabetes.
For only Fifty dollars? You should charge more.
Okay sir. Five hundred dollars for a bowl of magical soup.
I will take two bowls.
That will be one thousand dollars please.
In the first take
Crisp break did make
In broken stake
Scenes of a kind
Where eyes once blind
Could see strange finds
Odd lot and play
Upon the way
Stretch anxious say
We thought we knew
Through all things new
Such sumptuous stew
Too late to seek
The higher peak
With sinews weak
Sense a void here
In fleeting spheres
Fear thoughts appear
Take Two frames end
As wit curls blend
In faded trends
Words float on feel
In drowning spill
Of inner chill
Rhymes fade away
In tedious stray
Of night and day
Empty thoughts breeze
In random squeeze
Of ooze and sneeze
Once upon fun
Laughter did run
With curious pun
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2017
Singapore
You go eight years to medical school
To learn to cure our ills,
But it seems the only thing you learn
Is how to prescribe pills.
A little pill for this disease,
A little pill for that.
A pill to make you skinny,
Or a pill that makes you fat.
A pill to stop your migraine
When it feels your head will break.
A pill to make you sleepy,
Or a pill to stay awake.
For every pill you give me
There's at least one side effect.
You keep prescribing on and on
Until my body's wrecked.
I do not want a life of pills.
I hope you find a cure.
But you're Big Pharma's drug rep;
Of that I'm very sure.
You need us to keep coming back,
Gents, and kids, and ladies,
So the money will keep flowing in
To pay for your Mercedes.
Now, let's get back to basics
And cure our problems, please,
Or I will find a new Doc, and
He's going to be CHINESE!
friendships take.....time
an investment of emotions
sacrifice
determination not to let
things slide
intentional
it's all intentional
perhaps unconventional
in a world where
look out for Number 1
is the best tune to hum
true friendships
don't happen in a void
"I don't have the time"
not the right rhyme
for friendship's poetic rhythm
Friendships take...love
not the conditional kind
but unconditionally blind
to the faults
and seeing the sincere
hidden inside
a friend will confide
and abide
in friendship's sphere
dear and near
Friendships take...visits
drop by to say, "Hi!"
and share a piece of pie
to laugh and cry
and watch the days go by
friendships are forever
didn't you know?
when your soul is on show
affection can grow
friendships take me
friendships take you
always and forever new
a true friend
it's so true
is someone
so perfectly and exactly and endearingly like you!
Dedicated to Richard L on his birthday!
Her soul was clenched in the hand's of evil
A strident deafening scream reverberating in her mind,
Searching for where she's broken the most
Trying to collect shattered pieces that are hard to find,
Even the faintest of lives light disappeared
Leaving her to confront dark thought's for a while,
Blindly stumbling through saddened day after day
Constant loneliness hovering making her fragile,
Others oblivious to her heartache retaining her struggle
A chaotic mind confused and lost in every form,
Ardently staying as strong as can be
Undoubtedly the personification of frail is outworn.
Take two for the doctor’s perceptions,
About their prerogative to treat,
The poor and the waylaid,
By life’s fast lane.
The right to be a patient,
No matter who you are,
Is absolute, unquestioned,
You don’t need a star.
love is two ways
its the way its played
you love me
and you see
I love you
heaven know from above
TAKES TOO TO LOVE
I’m
not an
expert in
marketing,
but if I was to
start selling milk -
the carton would have
to be shaped like a boob.
Take Two Bullets
Take two bullets orally with gun powder dry
Loaded water as a chaser can shoot them down
Some cinnamon for flavor to encase the rounds
Ensures the procedure is correct, is profound
Torpedoes are too difficult to swallow
Something about their shape and size
Avoid bazooka breath when you digest
The aftertaste is hollow and benign
Keep projectiles away from children
Who creep up from behind
Stir things up with barrels of a pistol
Two bullets is what the doctor ordered
But not as suppositories
If all goes well with the original directions
Fragments should come out intact about the other side
We can project that these projectiles
Will have a happy healthy outcome in the end
Keep extra ammunition by your side in bed
Always check the expiration dates
Take your bullets every day to stay alive
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Flashing from the side of the ditch.
Holding out the rain, trying so hard
to rot whatever it touches.
Curses to the sun
that drying *****,
flooding the world with her harsh light.
Waking all the thinking neurons.
Firing together, they hold the promise of death.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Fast drain the clear expectancies of family,
borrowed sanity with debts to pay
forming alliances, with reverence for some,
placation for none.
Cairns long erected will go down for sure
tumble or crumble
the directions are set, no fanatic speeches will stop the flow
of the rotting water
It will saturate the sills on all the windows.
Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Pity the sap still runs.
The corn yet grows;
where death counts twice
and admires your consumption.
Poetic Terrorist- flagrant Errorist!
While all I write feels meritless
And all I do seems perilous!
Chalk it up to being careless...
My Heart, my Mind- about to burst!
Born, was I, a Soul accursed...
A million wounds I have nursed
Still I feel always the worse
Send helicopters full of doctors-
Tell me, what is their diagnosis?
Oh! the Tests conclude I'm awkward!
(What a bleak and poor prognosis!)
*Old experimental piece
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