Sampson: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gregory: No, for then we should be colliers.
line from Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1597)
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Blesss Doctor Gregory
Bless Dr. Gregory who can heal you from within
Bless Dr. Gregory who is a seer and a great light being.
He sees into your etheric field—
he sees all injuries and knows how to heal.
He can see faster than all medical doctors combined
thank God he's on Earth he is a 'head of his time.
Thank you Natalia and Gregory the visioneer so dear—
if it is wasn't for you I would not still be here.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Doctor Gregory Is Blessed
Bless Dr. Gregory who can heal you from within
Bless Dr. Gregory who is a seer and a great light being.
He sees into your etheric field—
he sees all injuries and knows how to heal.
He can see faster than all medical doctors combined
thank God he's on Earth he is a 'Head of His Time.
Thank you Natalia and Gregory the visioneer so dear—
if it is wasn't for you I would not still be here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 17,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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In The Nick Of Time
In the nick of time
I'm still Christina Sunrise
In the nick of time
I still write poems that rhyme.
In the nick of time
I still drink my red wine.
In the nick of time
Dr. Gregory's sight
helped make me alright.
In the nick of time—
I changed my mind—
to staying here—
Thank heavens for
Dr. Gregory so dear.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Speak Love
Today has there been time to say
“Please”, “thank you” or “I like it your way”?
Before the next sunrise appears and you’ve spent it,
Be sure you’ve uttered each word and meant it.
Mellow comments engender the same you will learn.
Try “I love you” and see what’s received in return.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Without Her
Without her what would life be…
Nothing but pure rummage to me?
How could I possibly carry on
Knowing that she was forever gone?
What would I do with each day
Without her ever loving way?
How could I sleep a peaceful night
Without her countenance in sight?
Where would I find a place to flee
Without her soothing security?
Thank the Lord since He did decide
To keep this darling angel at my side.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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When I Say ' I Love You
When I say, “I love you” this is what I really mean
A new life for you and me from that word in between.
Love is a delicate word, yet powerful just the same.
Practice it with pious virtue; betray it with sanguine shame.
A word like love flows easily, deeds must then follow.
Love sounds sweet, but in deceit, its ring is oh so hollow.
“I love you.” is the greatest thing that can be said or heard.
So without hesitation I share with you each precious word.
Thus every day in every way “I love you” so selflessly.
With you is the only place in this world I would rather be.
You’re my partner, my sweet lover and very best friend.
Our torrid love affair, so very rare, will surely never end!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Words Flow Like 'EBONICS
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
That beat popping
Rhythmic sound of the ghetto—
Cognitive thought
Verbalize within the heartbeat
Of the city
Children voices-echoes
Sounds of spoken-word—
Our thoughts
Implanted in oral history—
History of revolutionaries
Freedom speakers
Breaking down cultural barriers—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
Gangster rappers-street talkers
Translating the agony of the city—
City slum dwellers
Seeking voices of advocacy
For the representation of diplomacy
Words of armor will protect thee—
So in the end
Remember this
Street talking-gangster rapping
Weapons of revolutionary thought
Created vices to be taught—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know!
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poem by Gregory Upshaw
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Sestina Otiosa
Our great work, the Otia Merseiana,
Edited by learned Mister Sampson,
And supported by Professor Woodward,
Is financed by numerous Bogus Meetings
Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer
To impose upon the Man of Business.
All in vain! The accomplished Man of Business
Disapproves of Otia Merseiana,
Turns his back on Doctor Kuno Meyer;
Cannot be enticed by Mister Sampson,
To be present at the Bogus Meetings,
Though attended by Professor Woodward.
Little cares the staid Professor Woodward:
He, being something of a man of business,
Knows that not a hundred Bogus Meetings
To discuss the Otia Merseiana
Can involve himself and Mister Sampson
In the debts of Doctor Kuno Meyer.
So the poor deluded Kuno Meyer,
Unenlightened by Professor Woodward --
Whom, upon the word of Mister Sampson,
He believes to be a man of business
Fit to run the Otia Merseiana --
Keeps on calling endless Bogus Meetings.
Every week has now its Bogus Meetings,
Punctually convened by Kuno Meyer
In the name of Otia Merseiana:
Every other week Professor Woodward
Takes his place, and, as a man of business,
Audits the accounts with Mister Sampson.
He and impecunious Mister Sampson
Are the mainstay of the Bogus Meetings;
But the alienated Man of Business
Cannot be allured by Kuno Meyer
To attend and meet Professor Woodward,
Glory of the Otia Merseiana.
Kuno Meyer! Great Professor Woodward!
Bogus Meetings damn, for men of business,
Mister Sampson's Otia Merseiana.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Painting Words
IMAGES SPRING FROM NOWHERE,
BUT BEAR A KNOWN DESIGN.
NO BRUSH OR PAINT IS MY WARE
THOUGH PAINTINGS DO SEEM MINE.
MY CANVAS BREATHES ALIVE
AS WORD AND IMAGE MERGE.
FROM NOTHINGNESS I STRIVE
TO CAPTURE EACH NEW SURGE.
PEN SWATHES, LIKE BRUSH STROKES,
FASHION WORDS, ONE-BY-ONE,
UNTIL MIND’S EYE EVOKES
IMAGES CLEAR AS THE SUN.
ALL WHO VIEW THESE WORKS
WILL FIND IT’S NOT ABSURD
TO FEEL THE POWER THAT LURKS
BEHIND EACH PAINTED WORD.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Normalcy
A seemingly simple word, this normalcy,
But what it was, isn’t now and will never be.
Walks to school, unlocked doors no more.
Plane flights, trusting nights now not as before.
Normalcy, from now on, what will it decree?
Sadly our children will surely see. As for me,
Today its meaning is of little use
Since it now bespeaks of widespread abuse.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Survivor
I'm a survivor in obstreperous times like these
Though I'm often knocked to my knees.
I have the will to arise and carry on
Until these turgid times are memories long gone.
Rather than complain about what my life should be,
I accept what the world has briefly offered me.
Then I do my best to improve my lot,
And share the benefits and attitude I've got.
I may not be a big winner or clever contriver.
Happiness derives from my pride as a survivor.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The More You Know
The more you know about something,
The more you know
What you don’t know
And the more you want to know more.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Learning
The more you know about something,
The more you know what you don’t know
And the more you want to know more.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Thirty Years
IT'S THIRTY YEARS THAT I'VE SLAVED.
LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT I'VE SAVED
I BOUGHT SOME STOCKS THEY SAID WERE STARS.
NOW BANKS OWN MY HOUSE AND BOTH USED CARS.
THE KIDS DO CALL, BUT NOT ENOUGH.
THAT ALIMONY MAKES IT TOUGH.
THINGS ARE BETTER SINCE I MET DEB.
SHE'S HELPED ME BACK FROM MY LOW EBB.
WE'LL MARRY SOON, BUT BOTH ARE NERVOUS.
WE CARRY SCARS FROM PREVIOUS SERVICE.
THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS I WON'T BE CONCERNED
WITH DEBBIE, FRIENDS AND WHAT I'VE LEARNED.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Actually I have been singing since I was a kid.
quote by Gregory Harrison
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Number is different from quantity.
quote by Gregory Bateson
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Last Night I Drove A Car
Last night I drove a car
poem by Gregory Corso
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It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't.
quote by Lady Gregory
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I'm not a comic. I'm a humorist.
quote by Dick Gregory
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All experience is subjective.
quote by Gregory Bateson
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