Medical Terms Of Emancipation
funny but
they know how these medical terms
work
for an emancipation
plan
release from pain
and bigotry
and
anxiety
yak capsules
kisspirin tablets
and last night she prescribes
six tablets of Biogesex
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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iPads And Android - Tablets!
iPads and Android - Tablets!
Downloaded;
Phases,
Faces,
From the original,
With the fake one around;
Like the story behind the story,
With the focus! !
And like a secret love affair.
Personal phones,
iPads and Android - Tablets;
One day in your life,
News!
Downloaded;
But, you need a helping hand always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Memory-Picture
Laugh, my Friends, and without blame
Lightly quit what lightly came:
Rich to-morrow as to-day
Spend as madly as you may.
I, with little land to stir,
Am the exacter labourer.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
But my Youth reminds me—‘Thou
Hast liv’d light as these live now:
As these are, thou too wert such:
Much hast had, hast squander’d much.’
Fortune’s now less frequent heir,
Ah! I husband what’s grown rare.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Young, I said: ‘A face is gone
If too hotly mus’d upon:
And our best impressions are
Those that do themselves repair.’
Many a face I then let by,
Ah! is faded utterly.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Marguerite says: ‘As last year went,
So the coming year’ll be spent:
Some day next year, I shall be,
Entering heedless, kiss’d by thee.’
Ah! I hope—yet, once away,
What may chain us, who can say?
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint that lilac kerchief, bound
Her soft face, her hair around:
Tied under the archest chin
Mockery ever ambush’d in.
Let the fluttering fringes streak
All her pale, sweet-rounded cheek.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint that figure’s pliant grace
As she towards me lean’d her face,
Half refus’d and half resign’d,
Murmuring, ‘Art thou still unkind?’
Many a broken promise then
Was new made—to break again.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind,
Eager tell-tales of her mind
Paint, with their impetuous stress
Of inquiring tenderness,
Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie
An angelic gravity.
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
What, my Friends, these feeble lines
Show, you say, my love declines?
To paint ill as I have done,
Proves forgetfulness begun?
Time’s gay minions, pleas’d you see,
Time, your master, governs me.
Pleas’d, you mock the fruitless cry
‘Quick, thy tablets, Memory! ‘
Ah! too true. Time’s current strong
Leaves us true to nothing long.
Yet, if little stays with man,
Ah! retain we all we can
If the clear impression dies,
Ah! the dim remembrance prize
Ere the parting hour go by,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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This Patient's Prayer
L-rd, ‘please listen to my plea now,
Make the pain in me subside,
As YOU do heal my wounds, L-rd,
From the pain ~ where can I hide? ’
My Faith in You’s enduring,
I need not the pain, ~ YOU know,
Why can I not be pain free?
This healing’s awful slow.
The leg is getting better,
YOU are seeing to that,
I’m aware of YOUR daily presence,
As each day ~ to YOU ~ I chat.
I know I must have Nerve Pain,
Each Minute, Hour and Day,
Please L-rd, ‘Listen to my Prayer’
‘Make the Pain go away today’.
‘Can I not be pain free?
Must YOU remind me that YOU’RE near?
As slowly the tablets work,
And the pain does disappear? ’
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet} - 15 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.
quote by Edgar Lee Masters
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Writing Evolution: From Mud To Cyberspace
ancient Sumerians Babylonians wrote in cuneiform on clay tablets
pictogram wedges scribe written with a reed stick or stylus
ancient Egyptians wrote in pictures of an object with hieroglyphs
representing a word idea or sound written on papyrus reeds...
ancient Greece wrote with hieroglyphs then sylabic alphabets
originating in Minoan culture Linear A to B on tablets or scrolls
ancient Rome wrote in Greek Latin on schoolboy wax tablets
using pointed metal stylus or literature propaganda on scrolls...
the Middle Ages used the codex books originating with the Romans
described in the 1st-century AD vellum hand written paper sheets
the Holy Roman Empire used printing on existing screw presses
German Johannes Gutenberg inks rapid metal movable-type faces...
newspapers telegraphs type writers fax email internet worldwide webs
hand phones personal computers achieving instant communications
now globally adults children write on hand phones learn computers
tablets to clothes comps then techno implanted communication devices
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan
Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If we work upon marble, it will perish if we work upon brass, time will efface it if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust but if we work upon immortal minds and instill into them just principles, we are then engraving that upon tablets which no time will efface, but will brighten and brighten to all eternity.
quote by Daniel Webster
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commited Suicide
i sit in my room crying...im thinking about commiting suicide
i look at the tablets.....im thinking about commiting sucide
i open the tablets and take a few....im thinking about commiting suicide
i can feel my heart beating...im commiting suicide
i cant feel anything....im commiting suicide
i feel my heart stop.....i have commited suicide
poem by Holly4Jakie 4eva
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T.cry
tablets...
are cry...
with doctors
prescription....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Oh God..?
doctors are god
tablets are mad...
patent are people...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Slow Killer
NICE SLOW KILLER
TABLETS
ON MEDICINE...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Stay out of the sun, because it is the worst thing in terms of aging. I'm very medical. I come from a medical family.
quote by Nicole Kidman
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Everything is being compressed into tiny tablets. You take a little pill of news every day - 23 minutes - and that's supposed to be enough.
quote by Walter Cronkite
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0126 A Longstanding Question
It’s rather a delicate personal matter…
I could of course say I’m just asking for a friend…
but I guess You’d see through that, from what I hear…
I wouldn’t trouble You, but
it’s not a question that concerned Adam
since he had no comparative physiology
any more than he had comparative theology…
so it didn’t matter a figleaf to him…
and Moses had the bigger picture in mind, and in his position
had to keep up with the Tablets
to use a medical term which
we might refer to later…
as for Jesus, well it didn’t affect him personally, of course,
even as Son of Man,
unless of course the Da Vinci Code is true
but I’d rather not pursue such maudlin thoughts
with You…
and the new Pope hasn’t yet pronounced on this
though I can guess he won’t be keen
even if he’s slept on it;
anatomically, at least…
it’s like this:
I get an awful lot of emails from complete strangers
who seem to know my wife’s mind better than I
suggesting that, well, she’d be happier if,
you know, my *thing* were longer
(and presumably thicker, though
they make less of this…as if that’s slightly indecent…)
and then, they go on to say that my wife
(who likes her eight hours, and
I have to leave early for work)
would be even happier if
I took certain tablets…
even insidiously suggesting that
if I don’t keep up with the Joneses in this
I might lose her to Mr Jones…
I guess they haven’t met my wife, or Mr Jones,
as I was saying to Mrs Jones only the other evening:
Now as the Creator of men, who seems to have handed out
a pretty wide variety of these anatomical details, rather
than, as we might expect, a Standard Size (and I don’t like to
question Your authority, but
it has led to some heated thinking and emoting; perhaps there are
other factors of justice, destiny, etc., involved here?)
and as Creator too, of eternal laws at all levels, which means
that science can only make these things with
Your – indirect, of course – consent, and
human ingenuity (not that I’m trying to throw
the blame back onto You…)
but as there are, as Donald Rumsfeld says,
things we don’t know we don’t know
like side-effects we haven’t dreamed of, which –
well I won’t say, tear apart the fabric of society
as that's a bit of a cliché, but You must know what I’m getting at…
or can this be some giant step for Mankind,
in the providential, ongoing plan, the Intelligent Design,
of (Your) evolution of species?
I hope You see my problem (well, it wasn’t a problem before, and
Mrs Smith has no complaints, at least not yet, she doesn’t
read the emails) , so I’d be grateful for a brief response to my
longstanding …(excuse my little joke) ... question?
A postcard or equivalent would do; I wouldn’t like
to inadvertently spamtrash Your email. Or a quiet word in the ear
during prayer. But not the confessional box route please; I don’t think
this problem has arisen for my local priest yet.
Thanks.
Your humble servant,
J.Smith (retd.)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nobody could tell us or really had a very good idea, if there were a massive release of radiation, what kind of medical treatment people were going to need and this or that, or, indeed, whether there would be medical personnel around.
quote by William Scranton
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He smells Garlic!
A pain in the soul
Limbs, Heart and all joints of the rickety body,
He swallows a bunch of Ibuprofen tablets.
In his cardboard shack through his cellophane window
He sees the inferno on top of the Northern African Continent!
And he thinks the Medeteranean Sea is not enough to extinguish
The fire of this Artheritic World!
*The Man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.
-H.E.Jansen
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Funny... But Not
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry
it's funny how forever never seems to last
it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past
it's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down
it's funny how when you need someone they never are around
it's funny how people change and think they're so much better
it's funny how many lies are packed into one “love letter”
it's funny how one night can contain so much regret
it's funny how you can forgive but not forget
it's funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, is none of thats funny to me
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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Stones Whisper Beware Tsunamis
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
warn of sudden dangers of tsunamis
busy lives generations later forget not
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Towards a Pain-Free World
Tylenol claim to be offering
A convenient tablet for headaches, to chew
When you're on the road or the run. It's called
'One small step towards a pain-free world'.
For this, I'll give them thanks and feedback
For J&J and their corporate friends
On how to get stepping to a pain-free world
One big stone at a time. I'll say:
You could heighten your fight on malaria
Raise your donations for mothers with AIDS
Work with allies against poor sanitation
That torments kids with deadly disease
Another big step: a campaign to respect
International laws against military games
That lead to the kind of headaches that leave
Children orphaned and maimed - in lifelong pain
I'll propose further paths to that painless world:
The foreswearing of torture in every jail
Abjuring of mines, cluster bombs, use of lies
As tools of terror and social control.
Yes, there's much that we and the Johnsons could do
Even if our strides are timid at first
I'll carry their tablets, next time I'm let out -
Now let's start treating the pain in our hearts.
poem by Frank Bana
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Hes Funny That Way
Richard a. whiting / neil moret
Never had nothing
No one to care
Thats why I seem to have
More than my share
I ve got a man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
When I hurt his feelings
Once in a while
His only answer is one little smile
Ive got that man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
I can see no other way
And no better plan
End it all and let him go
To some better gal
But Im only human
A coward at best
Im more than certain
Hed follow me west
Though he loves to work
And slave for me everyday
Hed be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Hed be unhappy without me I know
Ive got that man crazy for me
Hes funny that way
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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