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The old man complains to the psychiatrist
'I have a sickness doctor, unable to walk along the road
Whenever I meet a woman I see her nude.
Then I get convulsions.'
'How old are you? '
'Sixty nine'
'Married? '
'No still a bachelor'
'You should marry soon otherwise the sickness get worst.'

(One day the patient dreamed that he was committed suicide in the next door neighbour's bath room.)

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The superior doctor prevents sickness;/ The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness;/ The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.

Traditional proverbs
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The superior doctor prevents sickness; The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness; The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.

Chinese proverbs
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My sick bed

All my loved ones around me pacifying.
'Papa! you will be all right now,
Mamma spoke to the doctor
and he said nothing wrong with you
reports show everything normal'.
Adjoining bed in whispers,
the person who warded in the morning
ready to say good bye to all.
I feel that I am taking his last exhaled breath.
Doctors never diagnose my sickness.
The stethoscope reads only my heart beat
and never count my inner feelings.
'I am sick since my childhood'
I said to the doctor.
'No you are very healthy'
Then I said ' That's my sickness what I feel doctor'.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Married Man

Reservist of the Line

The bachelor 'e fights for one
As joyful as can be;
But the married man don't call it fun,
Because 'e fights for three --
For 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' Two an' One make Three)
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' e' wants to go 'ome to is tea!

The bachelor pokes up 'is 'ead
To see if you are gone;
But the married man lies down instead,
An' waits till the sights come on,
For 'im an' 'Er an' a hit
(Direct or recochee)
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' 'e wants to go 'ome to 'is tea.

The bachelor will miss you clear
To fight another day;
But the married man, 'e says "No fear!"
'E wants you out of the way
Of 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' 'is road to 'is farm or the sea),
'E wants to finish 'is little bit,
An' 'e wants to go 'ome to 'is tea.

The bachelor 'e fights 'is fight
An' streches out an' snores;
But the married man sits up all night --
For 'e don't like out-o'-doors.
'E'll strain an' listen an' peer
An' give the first alarm--
For the sake o' the breathin' 'e's used to 'ear,
An' the 'ead on the thick of 'is arm.

The bachelor may risk 'is 'ide
To 'elp you when you're downed;
But the married man will wait beside
Till the ambulance comes round.
'E'll take your 'ome address
An' all you've time to say,
Or if 'e sees there's 'ope, 'e'll press
Your art'ry 'alf the day --

For 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(An' One from Three leaves Two),
For 'e knows you wanted to finish your bit,
An' 'e knows 'oo's wantin' you.
Yes, 'Im an' 'Er an' It
(Our 'only One in Three),
We're all of us anxious to finish our bit,
An' we want to get 'ome to our tea!

Yes, It an' 'Er an' 'Im,
Which often makes me think
The married man must sink or swim
An' -- 'e can't afford to sink!
Oh, 'Im an' It an' 'Er
Since Adam an' Eve began!
So I'd rather fight with the bacheler
An' be nursed by the married man!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Sickness II

I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.

Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bachelor Boy

When I was young my father said
Son I have something to say
And what he told me Ill never forget
Until my dyin day.
He said son you are a bachelor boy
And thats the way to stay.
Son, you be a bachelor boy until your dyin day
When I was sixteen I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be.
But I rememberd just in time,
What my daddy said to me.
He said son you are a bachelor boy
And thats the way to stay.
Son, you be a bachelor boy until your dyin day
As time goes by I propably will
Meet a girl and fall in love
Then Ill get married have a wife and a child
And theyll be my turtle doves.
But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,
Happy to be a bachelor boy,
Until my dyin day.
But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,
Happy to be a bachelor boy,
Until my dyin day.

song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Den

Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me cosy
in my hidden room.

Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer and sneer
upon our filthy race, with

Ear holes – bio-microphones – assuming tones
I only wish to face.

Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each another room
for me to occupy –

as in a nest or burrow, a honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here –
I need another den to hide in!

So where’s a niche to keep me from the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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With Sickness Comes Sadness

WITH SICKNESS COMES SADNESS

With sickness comes sadness
Will one ever escape?
The hurt of life
Hurts more deeply
Each day.

Sickness is sadness-
And I am afraid-
Will I ever be,
Healthy and Happy,
Again?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Strange Sickness.

You are the reason for my illness,
You are the remedy for my sickness,
The strange sickness attacks me,
By increasing my heart's rhythm,
Giddiness in the head,
Palpitation at the chest,
Loss of appetite and
Scores of other symptoms,
Feeling quite hot when you are far,
Feeling strange when you are near,
All people seem to be happy and smile,
When you hold my hands,
Everyone seem to be sad and cry,
When you go away from me,
What sickness is this so strange,
That is induced by you?
What sickness is this so unique,
That is cleared by you?
You are the reason for me to be awkward,
Giggle at my mother when she scolds,
You are the reason for me to be childish,
When my father checks my progress,
You are the reason for me to flunk,
Two three subjects all of a sudden,
I am not ashamed of that failure, my love,
As long as you are the cause,
And the remedy for my sickness..
Something in you causes this!
Something in you clears this!

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Death

There are many worse things than death that can happen to you,
It’s the pain and sickness you suffer before you die and accrue,
Because death can get rid of cancer pain but what a way to go,
It’s so bad that some contemplate suicide but can’t let us know.

Because suicide or assisted suicide is illegal here,
And our politicians all look at this issue with great fear,
Not politically correct and religion is involved,
Wont touch it with a ten-foot pole so nothing is solved.

But Holland, Oregon and Switzerland already have these rights,
Though I doubt if some pedophile priest will give you the last rites,
And doctor’s Hippocratic oath tends to stress that this is harm,
But if you took diazepam would you cause some great alarm?

Dec 6th,2010

poem by James Bredin
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The Fake Doctor

The fake doctor raped the married woman! !
For he saw the beauty of the woman and moved his libido;
But this married woman consulted him for an advice,
And he said that the devil made him did that.
Who did the act?
Was it the devil or this man?
And the unsuspecting victim was a married woman;
But the fake doctor raped her.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sickness

Hey little girl you re black and blue
Hey little girl you re six foot two
I know a man who loved too hard
He lost his mind it wasn t hard
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
This slckness of love
Cute little knees that you got
Out in the dark parking lot
Cute little voice whispering
I know a man lost everything
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
This sickness of love
Hey little girl i m almost through
Hey little girl i m almost you
Hey little girl the river runs
Hey little girl the rising sun
Over this sickness
This slckness of love

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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a disciple of Freud

he is basically Freudian
sickness, any sickness is explainable

for instance
insanity is caused by denying the woman

of a man, in that empty hole of her flesh
something hard and stiff must fill it

something rainy must fill the cracks
of the summer heat

one must taste the paste of life
the thrushes of man's power over woman's softness

nothing must be left unexplained
even the usual slips of the tongue

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pessimist In A Poem...

the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,

there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world

there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong

you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When a compassionate Nurse dress your wounds

Doctor told him' You are all right and discharge in the evening.'
The patient begs; ' I would like to stay one more night Doctor.'
'It's up to you.'
He informed his beloved wife; 'Hey! Darling, Doctor wants to see me tomorrow for an urgent matter, no idea? '
And he waits till the kind Nurse's visit to his cubicle room.
But another one came and she is on leave it seems.
He dreamed in the particular night that he met an accident and admitted to the same hospital.

* Human mind is an untamed beast explores new adventures?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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