DIE, AGNOSTC // Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein
I loved a sculptor, once.
I was clay, and took on the shape
Of desire.
My body learned to relent.
It was better than lent.
I was cured of all sin.
For the next five years,
I carried around a low-grade fever
Of sadness.
Everywhere I went,
Those with any keen sense
Could smell my sorrow.
It was all I could do
To hide that nagging lament
That bellowed on the inside.
I read poems about bullfighters.
Their wounds, their blood, their sequins
Allowing for a new sequence.
First, I would keep sinning.
And then, I would never repent.
I am all for contradictions.
The heart wants what it wants.
In a field of trees, I choose the criminal.
In a sea of green, the addict.
I visited a healing hospital in Mwera.
They told me I had devils.
Drink the word of God, they said.
We dipped God’s script in water,
Sipped on those prayers that air-lift us
Out of the Nowhere of hurt.
God is great, but not as great
As misery. Between the two,
Misery’s got the loudest wail.
If you’re feeling like this now,
You’re bound to stuff yourself sick
With poems when you’re old.
Cancer, yes, a cure. But for pure
Pain, acutely insane, exiled or broken
It may just be the shofar’s call
That wakes you from the gruelling dream.
Whole, broken, whole again,
The world round, made light.
I’ve long forgiven you all for loving me.
It’s not your fault. How sickening -- the sound
Of failure.
My apologies suffer from a limp.
It’s congenital – born with loveable fissures.
No tinctures will do, but maybe a song.
If all goes well, we’ll die in our sleep.
If all goes well, you’ll love me sooner.
If all goes well, this won’t hurt a bit.
Healing and curing an age old art and science
Keeping together odds and ends for a calmer finish
A process of rejuvenating what went amiss
Its success prolongs life span, its failure seizes it
Hospitals, clinics and health centers sprout all over
Doctors, nurses adn orderlies team up fire in them.
To concert surgeris is ultimate of treatment doses
In health operations, studiousness of precise actions' a must
Human Anatomy and Pathology must react well to drug prongs
Administered and managed by those with expertise
Confidence psyches recofery better in total mechanistic ways
At times slow at times fast the sick becomes well again
Alas happiness from pains, tough it was to cure one well again
Thank the medics, thank the mothers and thanks those who cared
Not forgetting the nurses and orderlies who made it possible so
I treat them all to a party for my recovery from dubious norms.
TIME IS THE HEALER//Thomas Green
Time is the healer.
At least that is what I am told.
With time and perserverance
all paint and injury somehow subside.
But then why is it that when I stop, I do stop to think on that one loss.
Despite the mounting minutes, hours, days, years,
That same pain can stir once more within my chest.
The same tears can flow freely down my cheeks,
as if it were just now, and again, just now.
That first dagger of pain pierced my heart,
Then clutched it tight making each heartbeat
pound loud banging in my head
the only sound I can hear.
I guess that time is the healer.
Time though may not be the cure.
With time my heart suffers less and less
With time less frequent the stress
Of the love long lost, once sure.
The one that somehow left me behind
Left me without a last word
Left without a last touch,
a last embrace.
Yes time is a healer
But it is not this pain's cure.
HEALING & CURE.//Amir A. Mohamed
Words can heal,
words can kill.
Food has a healing power,
even water, fruits and flowers.
We may fall sick and live longer;
We may be stronger and die.
It's a mystery of life,
I don't know why.
We may be sick in a short time,
by healing may take time.
Healing with speed,
that is what we need.
Treatment with efficacy,
That is what we fancy.
We help the poor to seek devine blessings,
Healing is giving, caring, loving and even kissing.
Life is good health
but every soul will meet death.
Human being is subject to decay,
even monarchs must obey.
There are diseases which are hard to heal,
some are hard to cure, especially the mentally ill.
Worries can kill,
despair is the mortal seed.
Let us stop worrying and dance with life,
let us avoid nagging like a commanding wife.
We invented Yoga to cure our inner conflicts, faith healing,
discovery of medicine to cure sexual healings.
We still face formidable challenge of incurable diseases,
like AIDS, leukemia, cancer or measles
We use steam baths, acupuncture hot springs to build our spirits.
The Greeks invented the Olympics
to keep our bodies fit.
Building correct behavior and avoiding bad habits
Are we healthy?
Are we happy?
Are we emotionally strong?
Are we satisfied with life?
Do we love ourselves and love others?
Are we dying or born again?
Smiling faces can drive away our pains.
OK, BUT IT'S A ROAD TO NOWHERE//Said Suleiman
In the middle of a desert
I've made this tree grow
watered it
when there was no water
when the rain was a tale of an old dumb fellow
when the sun was a fire of the angered beast
burning bigger, strong old trees totally down
when the wind uprooted and separated,
I've stood by this tree, I've made it grow!
I cured a disease
when there was no cure
when docters laid down their tools
when prayers were gibberish
when hope replaced failure,
I cured the incurable!
It's tree, grown up, high above the sky
beautiful flowers, beautiful fruit
admired, making mouths watery
making eyes flashing, staring
but it's soil the credit's going to
for without soil there is no tree
AFRO-DISIAC//Gerry Bukini (ze Anonymous Poet)
My Afro-disiac
Antidote to my sickness
Cure that's pure
From the time of no religion or class
That's where we started
Dirt, mud and poverty
Still we danced to the good music
From farming to kids yawning
You never left me
From drought to heavy rains
You remained colorful
My Afro-disiac
Healder of my sickness
Hearer of my requests
Fertile with your adolescent smile
Curer of my heart desire
When I am in sorrow you sing me nice songs
When I need knowledge you gave me wisdom
You gave me food for my stomach and food for thought.
My Afro-disiac
Healer of my sickness
I am entrapped
Its limbwata
Hakuna Matata
Though tumboni hakuna mabatata
Voodoo, Superstition
No Mzungu medication
Yes I love this portion
Put me in a bottle or tie me on a tree
But with you I am healed
With you I am free
My Afro-disiac
Freedom is your sound
A-free-car that's what they call you
A-free-car that all want to ride
A-free-car to take you to your dreams
A-free-car to dump all the wastes
But I promise I will always ride on you A-free-car
My Afro-disiac
You told me being A-free-I-can is what will heal me
Now I know
A-free-I-can; take care of myself
A-free-I-can; get out of this poverty
A-free-I-can; eradicated all diseases
A-free-I-can; be seen
A-free-I-can; be heard
A-free-I-can; be healed from this I-can't philosophy
I am so glad that I met you
Afro-disiac
My antidote and healer of my sickness
Cure that's pure
HEALING//JunGuLee
Pain cures
if you only allow that direction
you're looking for a healing?
think you need
a doctor?
more sex?
better friends?
nicer life?
Let's go together in the opposite direction
you think I'm in your way?
I'm not enough?
take your time
my name is healer
I sometimes disguise my face
RESTORATION//Karlie Query
A blind man once told me
Young lady
You’re a beautiful young lady
A deaf man once told me
Young lady
You’ve got a beautiful voice
A lame man once told me
Young lady
I’ll run to you
A mute man once told me
Young lady
I’ll sing for you
A mad man once told me
Young lady
We’re here for you
And I believed them
Oh men
See, Hear, Run, Sing, Believe
For their cure is not restoration
Restoration is never the cure
Laughter, Love, Life
SUPER TREATMENT//Mohammed Saleh Ali
SUPER TREATMENT//Mohammed Saleh Ali
Healing and curing an age old art and science
Keeping together odds and ends for a calmer finish
A process of rejuvenating what went amiss
Its success prolongs life span, its failure seizes it
Hospitals, clinics and health centers sprout all over
Doctors, nurses adn orderlies team up fire in them.
To concert surgeris is ultimate of treatment doses
In health operations, studiousness of precise actions' a must
Human Anatomy and Pathology must react well to drug prongs
Administered and managed by those with expertise
Confidence psyches recofery better in total mechanistic ways
At times slow at times fast the sick becomes well again
Alas happiness from pains, tough it was to cure one well again
Thank the medics, thank the mothers and thanks those who cared
Not forgetting the nurses and orderlies who made it possible so
I treat them all to a party for my recovery from dubious norms.
TIME IS THE HEALER//Thomas Green
Time is the healer.
At least that is what I am told.
With time and perserverance
all paint and injury somehow subside.
But then why is it that when I stop, I do stop to think on that one loss.
Despite the mounting minutes, hours, days, years,
That same pain can stir once more within my chest.
The same tears can flow freely down my cheeks,
as if it were just now, and again, just now.
That first dagger of pain pierced my heart,
Then clutched it tight making each heartbeat
pound loud banging in my head
the only sound I can hear.
I guess that time is the healer.
Time though may not be the cure.
With time my heart suffers less and less
With time less frequent the stress
Of the love long lost, once sure.
The one that somehow left me behind
Left me without a last word
Left without a last touch,
a last embrace.
Yes time is a healer
But it is not this pain's cure.
HEALING & CURE.//Amir A. Mohamed
Words can heal,
words can kill.
Food has a healing power,
even water, fruits and flowers.
We may fall sick and live longer;
We may be stronger and die.
It's a mystery of life,
I don't know why.
We may be sick in a short time,
by healing may take time.
Healing with speed,
that is what we need.
Treatment with efficacy,
That is what we fancy.
We help the poor to seek devine blessings,
Healing is giving, caring, loving and even kissing.
Life is good health
but every soul will meet death.
Human being is subject to decay,
even monarchs must obey.
There are diseases which are hard to heal,
some are hard to cure, especially the mentally ill.
Worries can kill,
despair is the mortal seed.
Let us stop worrying and dance with life,
let us avoid nagging like a commanding wife.
We invented Yoga to cure our inner conflicts, faith healing,
discovery of medicine to cure sexual healings.
We still face formidable challenge of incurable diseases,
like AIDS, leukemia, cancer or measles
We use steam baths, acupuncture hot springs to build our spirits.
The Greeks invented the Olympics
to keep our bodies fit.
Building correct behavior and avoiding bad habits
Are we healthy?
Are we happy?
Are we emotionally strong?
Are we satisfied with life?
Do we love ourselves and love others?
Are we dying or born again?
Smiling faces can drive away our pains.
OK, BUT IT'S A ROAD TO NOWHERE//Said Suleiman
In the middle of a desert
I've made this tree grow
watered it
when there was no water
when the rain was a tale of an old dumb fellow
when the sun was a fire of the angered beast
burning bigger, strong old trees totally down
when the wind uprooted and separated,
I've stood by this tree, I've made it grow!
I cured a disease
when there was no cure
when docters laid down their tools
when prayers were gibberish
when hope replaced failure,
I cured the incurable!
It's tree, grown up, high above the sky
beautiful flowers, beautiful fruit
admired, making mouths watery
making eyes flashing, staring
but it's soil the credit's going to
for without soil there is no tree
I won't stand in your way
if you really want to go
but it's you tree
and I am soil
and it's a road to nowhere...
And I shall heal
like I never had an injury.
if you really want to go
but it's you tree
and I am soil
and it's a road to nowhere...
And I shall heal
like I never had an injury.
AFRO-DISIAC//Gerry Bukini (ze Anonymous Poet)
My Afro-disiac
Antidote to my sickness
Cure that's pure
From the time of no religion or class
That's where we started
Dirt, mud and poverty
Still we danced to the good music
From farming to kids yawning
You never left me
From drought to heavy rains
You remained colorful
My Afro-disiac
Healder of my sickness
Hearer of my requests
Fertile with your adolescent smile
Curer of my heart desire
When I am in sorrow you sing me nice songs
When I need knowledge you gave me wisdom
You gave me food for my stomach and food for thought.
My Afro-disiac
Healer of my sickness
I am entrapped
Its limbwata
Hakuna Matata
Though tumboni hakuna mabatata
Voodoo, Superstition
No Mzungu medication
Yes I love this portion
Put me in a bottle or tie me on a tree
But with you I am healed
With you I am free
My Afro-disiac
Freedom is your sound
A-free-car that's what they call you
A-free-car that all want to ride
A-free-car to take you to your dreams
A-free-car to dump all the wastes
But I promise I will always ride on you A-free-car
My Afro-disiac
You told me being A-free-I-can is what will heal me
Now I know
A-free-I-can; take care of myself
A-free-I-can; get out of this poverty
A-free-I-can; eradicated all diseases
A-free-I-can; be seen
A-free-I-can; be heard
A-free-I-can; be healed from this I-can't philosophy
I am so glad that I met you
Afro-disiac
My antidote and healer of my sickness
Cure that's pure
HEALING//JunGuLee
Pain cures
if you only allow that direction
you're looking for a healing?
think you need
a doctor?
more sex?
better friends?
nicer life?
Let's go together in the opposite direction
you think I'm in your way?
I'm not enough?
take your time
my name is healer
I sometimes disguise my face
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