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Thou shalt not rob me,thievish Time, Of all my blessings or my joy; I have some jewels in my heart Which thou art powerless to destroy. Thou mayest denude my arm or strength, And leave my temples seamed and bare; Deprive mine eyes of passion's light, And scatter silver o'er my hair. But never, while a book remains, And breathes a woman or a child, Shalt thou deprive me while I live Of feelings fresh and undefiled. No, never while the earth is fair, And reason keeps its dial bright, Whate'er thy victories o'er my frame, Thou canst not cheat me of this truth: That, though the limbs may faint and fail, The spirit can renew its youth. So, thievish Time, I fear thee not; Thou'rt powerless on this heart of mine; My precious jewels are my own, 'Tis but the settings that are thine.

My medical mates endured the Burma Rail
With hard labor and cholera´s diarrhoea.
My medical mates survived Kokoda Trail,
Despite betrayal by corrupted Rear.
Now politicians, orcs, still fail
To terrorize us with their threats nuclear.
On us they heap BETRAYAL on Betrayal:
We WON´T submit to Rule by GREED and FEAR

Looked at your photo
Wished I could hear your voice one more
time

Missing you so much my dear
friend

I still remember our younger days
You were my big brother
The secret smoke in the classrooms
Trains in the hallway

Your eyes so blue like a clear sky day
Your voice of advice so gentle like dew
Our talking hours were as vast as the desert
I breathed all your words into my soul

Your last day
My words walked alone on a single path

Your mouth was silent, your closed eyes looked
at me

Now you are looking from Heaven
Hearing every word
Seeing every tear falling
Just like a leaf in autumn

You were there when my first tear fell
You held me and I knew you’d always be
there
When I took my first step
You caught me

I said my first word
Your joyful smile filled your eyes
Everyone knew my first word
I learned the world’s ways
I knew I could run to you when I was afraid

Mom I’m in my soul
Never far from you
Do you feel my wind-arms around you
My sunrise smile upon your cheek

With every new day-dawn
My love would be in the sun’s eyes
Every sparkling star will be my prayer for you
The whisper of the wind will be my voice

When train-tears leave your eyes a rose will
grow

Our spirit house is waiting for you

Till we meet again

to have a line be nude of a person
to have a sky lifted is the only thing

loss equals
the shape of evenings

the sadness of rooms
and time

to be felt
is the only thing to touch.

I eat the letters you send.
Good mother, god or ghost of a word,
I am coiled around your tongue like a fetus.

I am happy there.
The doctor said I need to wean myself from you.
His pills shuffled me into a nod, which broke open,

And I couldn't think without scratching.
I couldn't see a face without screaming.
I couldn't walk or sit down.

I couldn't talk
I couldn't talk
I couldn't talk.

Mother, you had a thing or two for pills.
Your good husband slept in a cloud of opium, pure heroin.
You married a scar.

You married a scar I called Father.
It was the marriage of scars,
It was the needles who wore you thin.

It was the doctors who pilled you numb.
I set the house on fire.
I was ten and dumb, death was still new.

I leeched closer to you then,
Itching for a touch, a look.
And you scratched me, Mother,

You scratched an absence into my face.

Hello Mum, I’m sorry I haven’t written for a while
So much has happened since I last saw your smile
I’ve grown up a lot, and learnt some lessons too
I’ll tell you about them now, in this letter to you

I’ve been married thrice since the day you went away
Divorced thrice too, I can just imagine what you’d say
I know I’ve made mistakes, I bet you’ve often cried
But for all my short comings, I know I never lied

Four beautiful children, I wish you could have met
You’re memory they all know, I doubt they will forget
I talk about you often, oh the funny stories I have told
The memories so wondrous, they’re a pleasure to hold

I started writing and of that you might be very shocked
Found the creative key, and my mind was then unlocked
The love that you had taught me, floods out in my words
Sets my mind so free, when I’m soaring wild with the birds

I hope that Dads behaving since he came to be with you
He missed you so much, but then that you already knew
I know that you are watching me, from so far above
I still feel you beside me, and the strength of your love

Miss you more than words can say, but love you even more
For in my heart you still live, in many memories I adore
Well I think it’s time to say goodbye, wish you all the best
I love you Mum for always, I hope you enjoy your rest

___{A BROKEN DREAM}___

One morning, at 2.a.m. woke up suddenly,
Low in spirit, less eager to live,
Ah!, there is terrible painful heart,
Inside I felt, but need to be strong,
Seems increasing greatly, more piercing.

Shoba, you so afar, shadow of death chasing,
To snatch you away, without trace, trail,
Was it fate or God, when are you in my arms?
How my heart was delighted full of you.

Ethereal care, time, love showered on me,
That maketh me happy, upped my confidence,
Healed my wounds, when injured,
Saw you standing strong through rough seas.

Never I knew when our propeller took off
Navigating as a pilot of angry skies,
Through fierce air turbulence,
Later I realize what I was searching for,
That’s you!

Saw in you, a blend of innocence, elegance,
Loving heart, supporting smile, kind eyes,
Oh!, you are so special to me,
Will I lose you ever? ……….or live today?

Never you tempted, nor you promised,
Still I dream of that {pretty day},
Now………. I want to live, looks real,
Like never before……..with spirit unchallenged.

Will you there to say ………. “yes, I do”
Time will only tell,
And I will wait!

__The End__

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Oh my god
There's millions of them!

I've seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line

I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land

A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"

His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You, on that day of threshing, spoke
of your requirements:

to be upbraided, to be
unloosed from these blue garments.

I recall you sobbing, in twilight,
in the upper garden…

Hush now, listen to me:
you have touched a patch of wet clover suddenly,

gripping the damp earth, rooting
yourself in objects, in perception.

You have pounded against a mass of stone.
Be still, listen to me:

I know what the river has told me
and my own name.

You will also come to know the whiteness of longing.
You will understand what it means to be alone.