Position Of The Careprovider
Neglecting one's own health,
Is not intentionally done...
When one is focused upon,
Being there for others.
And caring for themselves,
Is not a priority that comes.
In fact...
People are often quite stunned,
When it is revealed someone like this...
Becomes the one sick and needing attention.
Since those who take a position of the careprovider,
Are most often themselves the ones neglected.
'They said not one thing about feeling ill.
Or needing assistance.'
To whom would they tell?
And who would think of their sickness,
As being 'that' serious?
'The last time I saw them,
They appeared to be in perfect health.'
Oh?
And when was that?
'It was recently.
Maybe two or three years ago now.
And I am closer to them than a relative.'
Perhaps that explains their reluctance,
To say anything to anyone.
With an eliminating of the gossip,
And concentrating on a healing...
That can be quicker done.
Without rumors of a false diagnosis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Love Love Love
look how unhappy you make me when you fall sick
look how happy you make me when i nurse you back to health
look how happy i am to love the sick for your sake
how i sometimes cure the sick with my 'stick'.
it takes your true love, to realize, your true sickness
to deliver your true health
from thiness to thickness
i love to be the true health to your sickness
love love love love
i love you...
marx morris twumasi
poem by Marx Morris Twumasi
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His Healing Process
The Lord is doing a mighty work, as His Spirit does more than lurk,
As the doctors, for me strive, with their medicine, to keep me alive,
As the work of God may overwhelm, the doctor who is at the helm,
While doctors deal with my infirmity, that our human eyes can’t see.
However, The Lord knows and sees, each of my body’s infirmities,
As the doctors deal with the known, from the tests they are shown,
While the staff with this is dealing, God above is doing the healing,
Moving me ever closer to the end, of my present battle dear friend.
The doctor indeed seems impressed, as my condition is assessed,
As my condition betters each week, to bright, from what was bleak,
For I am closer to being healed, far from what was initially revealed,
Being told that in two years ahead, I would be much closer to dead.
But, new health God has granted me, just how much I’ve yet to see,
Now my health is being restored, through the doctors, by The Lord,
Slowly, but surely I can say, God is giving me more hope each day,
Hope as I see my Lord and God, leading the way with staff and rod.
In His mercy, He has shown His face, guiding me daily in His Grace,
As my Lord leads me in this trial, He’s by my side, there’s no denial,
He’s in the process of healing me, so that many other souls will see,
My Lord’s Grace, with His Power, as I progress, every day and hour.
(Copyright ©06/2011)
Do You!
You can stay cooped,
With a pity to cop.
And you can stayed pooped,
As you're locked in your box!
But...
You're needing to,
Get up.
You're needing to,
Walk around.
You're needing to,
Move away...
From the intake you inhale.
You're needing to...
Give it a wrap.
You're needing to...
Pack and sack it,
With a getting up off your back to...
Do you!
And,
Do you...
With a lot of love.
Now...
You can stay cooped,
With a pity to cop.
And you can stayed pooped,
As you're locked in your box!
But...
You're needing to,
Do you!
And,
Do you...
With a lot of love.
You're needing to,
Do you!
And,
Do you...
With a lot of love.
Yes!
Do you,
And do you...
With love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Me Away
this time what I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
this time you burn me with your eyes
you see past all the lies
you take it all away
I've seen it all
it was never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
I try to make my way to you
but still I feel so lost
I don't know what else I can do
cause I've seen it all
it was never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
don't give up on me yet
don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
but don't let
me stay here alone
I've seen it all and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
I've seen enough and it's never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I've got nothing left to say
just take me away
take me away
take me away
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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Have you ever been sick?
Have you ever been sick?
Walked that hospital floor with a stick
Have you ever been sick?
Had an operation painted graphically horrific
My knees, weak they felt
I heard their voices melt
Into pain from poor health
For them rebirth or death sickness spelt
Suddenly I realized life is not static
While listening to a tale so tragic
A mother cried at sicknesses trick
Her family of four it decided to pick
At any time we can lose
Anyone sickness decides to abuse!
Have you ever been sick?
In vain visited numerous clinics
Have you ever been sick?
Wondering where life will next kick
Have you ever had a cough?
Thinking you are having it so rough
Have you ever suffered from heat?
Knowing others gave up there in defeat
Have you suffered from cuts?
Or open wounds that severely hurt
Have you ever looked at the sick?
And thought anyone of them eccentric
Health is wealth and good health for sure
Is created by thoughts that are deemed pure
While the clock goes tick-tock-tick
If you ever find yourself sick
It helps to eliminate the negative traffic
With more than just a mere flick
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Failure of Imagination
Abundantly I come to you.
To grant you abundant gifts.
Receive them from the heavens.
Perceive them in the air you breathe.
See yourself with wealth of health.
Close your eyes and increase your desires.
Release yourself from limitation...
And allow abundance in to begin.
Witness...
And surround yourself in it.
Surrender and break away,
From boundaries created within.
Do not accept a failure of imagination...
To keep you depleted,
In a devastation.
Have you forgotten how to feed your dreams?
Leaving them in a mental freeze needing to be thawed?
Needing to be freed as you wish them to be!
Now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Satisfying That Attraction
Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
To know we are together.
Not just to tolerate.
For purposes to berate.
With a condemnation...
Instigated to irritate an initiation,
Of a heated debate.
We have our differences known!
Needing you.
Needing us,
Here.
Now.
Not in conflict.
Nor in long lasting,
Pointless arguments.
We do not owe each other sorrows.
On loan or otherwise.
To keep us divided on our knees...
In darkened shadows!
To find ourselves in a relationship,
We both despise.
We need to retreat from that which defeats.
In a sharing of despairs,
To plant.
As if annointed to nurture.
We can not grow,
In the hopes that tomorrow...
We are found ripped apart.
Satisfying that attraction...
That maintains our broken hearts!
Only to find,
In time...
Our minds can no longer afford,
A feeding of a need for that!
Preferring traps.
Instead of the freedom we once knew.
Before we said, 'I do! '
And did not commit,
To a happiness we quickly dismissed.
Discovering a sick enjoyment...
To inflict each other with pain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Investment To Correct
Too connected and focused,
With an investment to correct...
Incorrectness.
It has become more important now,
That each step taken is inspected...
Than to make a leap once wished,
Leading to face again another conflict.
And repeating the same situations,
Needing to be fixed and losing time given...
Skipping over what is regarded as unimportant,
To identify that unimportance as the solution...
Assisting an understanding comprehended quicker.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange Design
Im needing lest restraint before
Im needing to hit the lights and close the door
Im fine, Im fine cause im...
Dripping in this strange design
None is yours and far less mine
Hold the wheel, read the sign
Keep the tires off the line
Just relax, youre doing fine
Swimming in this real thing I call life
Can I bring a few companions on this ride?
Im feeling, my hearts not beating anymore
Im feeling. its alright, this happened once before
Im fine, Im fine cause im...
song performed by by Phish
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Christmas, Is It? ? ?
Those fruits, nuts, and other foods for the holiday
Symbols of hypocrisy, showiness of false affluence
A display of false belief for a new year’s abundance
A charade of false pretenses disguising generosity
Why bother? For all those mess when you can do…
…the true Christian and the true essence of Christmas
Christmas is not what you have to show you got
But to share willingly to those materially challenge
Oh Christmas! it comes and go in many fashions
In many ways, interpretations and realizations
But lo! Its real essence have been neglected
What is it then? Well Christmas is for you
It is for you alone and to find its real meaning
Relative as it maybe but try to look around you
Hear that voice talking to you telling you its essence
Christmas sometimes so quaint and outmoded
But give thanks by praying of what you have now
You’re feeling great- a euphoria from perfect health
Beside you your special person with his/her gift
Everyday that makes you happy and welcomes another
Oh yes family makes your Christmas meaningful
They are the true essence and constituent of it
With the snow and coldness of this holiday season
It’s only a close family ties and LOVE makes christmas warm
(010109)
poem by Edwin Alba Empestan
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Trapped and Needing Air
Slow to wake up!
Too slow,
To awaken to what has been real.
Don't expect me to freeze in place.
Awaiting for you to embrace life,
As it is!
It is to be lived.
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get and figure out.
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there!
Slow to wake up!
No one's got time on hold.
To benefit them...
And/or their whims.
When for them time will begin again.
Show or no show folks...
Who poke along,
And make joke of it.
Putting off 'the now'
To live a yesterday today...
Should be left on steps where they sit!
Or wave to them through a window!
Don't stop to visit.
They seek someone to twist into a fit!
Many know such folks,
Who complain about their sorrows.
And they will drain someone's patience.
To stall tomorrow's anticipated taste.
And squeeze the sweet,
To share their bitterness...
With anyone they meet.
It is to be lived.
This life!
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get or figure out,
The wrong from right!
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there...
With determination focused.
But despair you love to wear.
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
And trapped...
Needing air!
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
That's trapped and needing air!
Caged like a rabbit in fear and scared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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Save for minor ailments and accident, my battalion is practically immune from sickness; colds come and go as a matter of course, sprains and cuts claim momentary attention, but otherwise the health of the battalion is perfect.
quote by Patrick MacGill
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Dwd Sept 24th,2012
DWD
By
James Bredin
Stephen Harper: I'm on your side but I need your assistance,
We need death with dignity despite political resistance,
I get the feeling that Ottawa aristocrats want nothing to change,
If European countries and Oregon have DWD; it's not so strange.
Is it the Ottawa aristocrats that will not let DWD be?
Though Canadians want it in the Health System and free,
It is our Health System that sets us Canadians apart,
But our Health System back then, was far from easy to start.
The next US election is about their Health System start,
Though several US states have taken DWD to heart,
So Stephen: Increase your popularity with DWD soon,
And please don't tell us to wait till the next blue moon.
Sept 24th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Nothing More to Smile
I'm sick of needing nothing more to smile
I'm sick of friends who just won't let me fall
I'm sick of sunshine without clouds
And rainbows ten times in every mile
I want a darkness that can hide me
I want the space to fall
I want to cry without the comfort
I want no answer when I call
I live in a hidden hell of money
With the pretense of perfection
A poor house can be broken
But I'm stuck living in a misted
dream of fake affection
Someone once said they'd kill to have my life
Well kill me and it's all yours
I'm sick of needing nothing more to smile
And rainbows ten times in every mile
Leave People Who Live Life Alone
Some may say I don't 'NEED'
But that I 'WANT'!
But I know what I need...
And it's you that I want.
If I say it's you that is on my mind?
I know what I'm wanting and needing,
From time to time!
Folks don't have enough to do on their own.
Why can't they leave people who live life alone?
Maybe they are the ones many try to avoid?
But that isn't complete because they are everywhere,
To annoy!
And opinions? Do they have them! Some by the case!
Sometimes whispering...
Sometimes loudly,
But it is done right in your face!
That's the disgrace...
When this is done in a public place!
Some may say I don't 'NEED'
But that I 'WANT'!
But I know what I need...
And it is you that I want!
And I'm not wanting or needing,
Us right now...
To be around them! !
Let's go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Than Just A Few Steps Away
When a life devoted to another is given...
And those sacrifices made,
Are interpreted as a dependency.
One shown a loyalty begins to believe.
A setting off of an alarm,
To alert one needing a wake up call...
Is a recommendation.
And done without hesitation!
People like this,
Who have taken others for granted...
As casual as making an excuse,
Or picking up a telephone for hours of gossip.
Need assistance quick...
To open wide selfish eyes!
With a listening done that clears closed ears.
Because someone overlooked,
Is about to take more than just a few steps away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Modern medicine is a negation of health. It isn't organized to serve human health, but only itself, as an institution. It makes more people sick than it heals.
quote by Ivan Illich
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I brought together experts from health care, business, academic institutions, and the community to develop a comprehensive blueprint for eliminating racial and ethnic disparities in health care in the City of Boston.
quote by Thomas Menino
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