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hedistuff

suggested inner home remedies 411

Amidst Innerworld there exists a vast treasure trove of lost wisdom and knowledge. I have had recent excursions away, and though foreign in nature and naivety, nonesthematter, I returned in full plus slight gleanings of insight as to certain mortal health matters. As self containment never could fit me, I shall loosen the self-seal and relieve myself while easing the pressure pushing out on me. 1. should one be impaled by a walrus' tusk, a warm broth of milk and onions shall be spooned between the victims lips and later when sniffing about the wound, should no pungent odor of onions come through, then no vital organs have been pierced. 2. powdered white stone of lime mixed with whale oil is good for blisters and small boils and closes wounds. 3. to cure fever, take milk of a woman with toe-headed boy child at breast, put three drops into a soft-cooked egg, and let a man who never saw the sick one before give it to them to swallow. 4. for upset stomach, boil wormwood in rain water, add vinegar, allow to cool outdoors for a day, then drink it. 5. for warts, spread on a paste made of burned willow bark wet with owl's blood and they disappear. 6. for dogbite, apply hair of the dog to stop the bleeding. 7. cover a burn with hog fat or eggwhites. 8. to keep a baby healthy, give it a bath in fermented cabbage juice. 9. for colic, the mother must cool red-hot iron in water and have the child drink the water. 10. for baldness, rub the scalp with onion juice and pine sap. 11. for cough, a spoonful of tar and a second of boiled honey. 12. if old men eat fennel, they become young. 13. to read the signs of death, put a sick man's spittle upon live coals, if it sticks, he will die, or rub a sick man's feet with swine flesh and throw it to a dog, if the dog eats the meat, the man will recover. So, keep your dogs hungry!
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
I'm silly sick...
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Nuwahri61

reach for the stars..........

Life is so delicate
so absolutely unique
so many walks of life
so many pleasures that you seek
for some tho a different tale
not much fun at all
illness rears its ugly head
no joys to befall
it may come at an early age
and suffer all childhood thru
others get struck down later
when life has its own view
spare a thought for those who seek
a better quality of life
with prayers they reach for the stars
to overcome their strife
this is my prayer ...my word
with ink that flows with love
may your journey be a happy one
guided from above
may the earth abound in all its glory
to help you along the way
to assist you in your healing
one step at a time day after day
may the friends you have show you
what real love is all about
from the depths of their caring
from the humour in their shout
i wish you well like so many do
united we may change
the outcome of your destiny
brave people and their pain.........
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Posted: Feb 2014
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For BY and her friend ..........
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Unknown

JUST FOR YOU

GET UP! DO SOMETHING!Shake those shakles
Of abuse, of pain, of loneliness or whatever
Make a move because it is all up to you
No one can break those chains
Ease that pain or guide you through it all
You have the POWER, it is all in YOU
FIND IT!
TAKE IT!
USE IT!
TREASURE IT!
NEVER LOOSE IT!

GET UP! DO SOMETHING! Liberate the warrior inside
Now is not the time to hide behind weak excuses
You are strong, brave and most of all worthy
You are the most special person in the universe
No one can take that away from you
It is who you are and who you were meant to be
UNDERSTAND THAT!
KNOW THAT!
BELIEVE THAT!
PORTRAY THAT!
NEVER FORGET THAT!

GET UP! DO SOMETHING! Do it for you
Do it because you want to for yourself
And enjoy every moment of it
Forget what the world may say or think
This action is yours and yours alone
And only YOU matter in the equation
YOU DESERVE IT!
YOU HAVE EARNED IT!
YOU CAN DO IT!
YOU MUST HAVE IT!
YOU ARE YOU AND NO ONE ELSE!

Treat you special it is the least you deserve.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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To every reader this one is for you>
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Bajanshay

Will you be there?

Will you be my eyes
when they grow dim
Will you be my ears
when voices grow faint
Will you be my legs and hands
when mine are weak

Our love will never grow old
but our bodies will
So I ask once again
Will you be there?
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Just thoughts on aging
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Unknown

Surcease

The pain is now subsiding,
As wine has done its thing.
A gentle fog has settled in,
This sweet relief to bring.

A delicate balance is sought,
Too much brings morning woes.
Not enough means no sleep at all,
Restraint I must impose.

The grape has brought relief again,
My steady, trusted friend.
A temporary, brief solution,
Until my joints can mend.

I'm working on more permanence,
A cure rather than just,
Relief of symptoms, dirty quick.
I feel this is a must.

But until full revovery,
Surcease is what is best.
To get me through another night,
So I can get some rest.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Reflections as the pain subsides...
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Dawn7z

notes of pain

i close my eyes as the pain waves over my wrist and
shuts down the cognitive
it takes me back to the primitive
totally uninhibited
a fragile symphony
as my body tries to heal
a hand that would fit
in a dali landscape
the wrist bent back over a mesa almost without bones
as my eyes are closed
purple neon dark notes striking a different chord throughout my nerve endings
a broken woman for a time
but like all things this will pass
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Nuwahri61

When.............

I never knew how lucky I have been
The beauty of this world I have seen
I’ve taken it for granted for so long
Now is the time to be strong
Time is revealing itself to me
My body is getting older I can see
And with it comes the aches and pain
Soldiering on in nature’s rain
So why do I feel so undone
Everyday used to be fun
Now I am not so sure
Tentative to walk out the door
It’s only my sight that’s giving way
A doctors trip to have his say
Will soon reveal what lays ahead
And maybe soothe my thoughts instead
This is not the first time I’ve been compromised
A lifetimes of injuries lay with my sighs
But I have always managed to overcome
Rise above not be out done
Somehow this feels so much more
My vision oh how I adore ........
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Posted: May 2021
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How precious is the gift of sight .......
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noeleen

Life

LIFE
Life is like a river it has it's
Ups and downs.
We all have our ups and downs.
Friends they come and go
.
But with the special few try
holding on to them.
Remember the good times
forget the bad times.
.
Remember the good remarks
you received in live.
forget the bed ones.
.
Always remember you only have
one change at life, live it good.
Remember you only have one family.
Pray & hope its the only way you'll get by ..
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
life can be hard at times
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wayne34

The coach Potatoe

Sitting in front of the tele he sits
The coach potatoe
He always sits not moving not talking he just sits
Sqaure ies he now as got from sitting in front of the tele

Sitting munching his take away the coach potatoe sits and watches tele
not moving not talking muching all the time what channel he watches He does not care
Tele is his joy his fun

A knock on the door he does not care he ignores them all when the Take away comes he fidgets with joy
Rubs his hands opens his door glides back to his beloved tele sits Down for more
Eating munching he watches more tele
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
The moral of the poem is excercise more
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Unknown

The Ramblers

Sunday morning, looks like rain
Cars parked along a country lane
The Ramblers are abroad again
Eager for the fray

Checking contents of rucksacks
That they will sling across their backs
In case of rain they carry macs
And so begins their day
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No spring chickens in this band
As they stride forth across the land
Off they go with sticks in hand
Each one a fearless rover

But It’s not like walking in the town
With nice flat pathways on the ground
And you can bet your very last pound
That someone will fall over
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It’s not that they are all too old
To be out in the wet and cold
And all in all they’re very bold
To set out on the trek

It’s just that some of them have to fight
To walk and keep themselves upright
And on their feet they’re not so light
One usually hits the deck
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Muddy patches are the worst
To elderly hikers they’re a curse
And all are wondering who’ll slip first
Sprawled out in a puddle

Are you alright? are the first words spoken
Then they check for bones that are broken
Everyone’s concern has been awoken
As round him they all huddle
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The dangers out there are untold
It’s not just about the wet and cold
If you fall down when you are old
The outcome could be dire

So put yourself not through the test
Just leave the outdoors to the rest
Who are not so far past their best
And stay home by the fire
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
Since I became a poet, just the other day, I can't seem to stop slipping into verse.

This was inspired by my observations while out walking with the Ramblers.
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