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A goodnight prayer said for me in The States,
Is flown by an Angel up to Heaven's Pearly Gates,
There it's carefully wrapped in a tiny silver shroud,
For collection by a Fairy on a white fluffy cloud,
With a wave of her wand she crosses the sky,
Directly to Ireland in the blink of an eye,
There she slides down the rainbow where the Leprechauns live,
And to these little people the parcel she gives,
"It's a special wish from America and inside you must not peep,
Simply whisper it into Mickie's ear while he is sound asleep,
But you must travel promptly now and promise you won't delay,
This prayer from Molly might just be the one,
That cures his Cancer today".

Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.

Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.

Volcano lava
Burning charcoal fired up
Dry ice cubes in hand

In this world of busy timetables, interaction's and many distraction's
It can be wise to make time to retreat.
To be still, refrain, obstain.
To reflect, evaluate, relax, chillout, just be.

Time to rest your weary body, your brain
Let any feeling of stress or strain gently float away
Invite, a sense calmness, and peace to enter in,
to remain.

Old age creeps upon my face
Skin now wrinkles
Gone my youth
The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me
Pain in my heart pain in my sole
From my life's toil
My heart ache
From pain older wiser I am now
But still think if my youth gone lost but not forgotten my youth

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!

While I speak
You've so much to think.

While I show
You've so much to see.

While I teach
You've already learned it all.

While I do
You've already done.

While I am
You already are.

While you listen
You really don't hear~

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

CERTIFIED CURSE’S ASSISTANT


Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse

You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise

Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a damn what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”

So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead

These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at thee mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh © 2011.…Phreepoetree
(AND THE ADMINISTRATER HERE IS AN ALLIGATOR)

Movement to music, the two combined
Brings happiness to many, dancing a line
Whatever the age, ability or time
Smiles and laughter, confirm all is fine

Doesn't matter if training, leads the way
Or enjoyment the factor, making the day
Special activity, in sharing that gives
Freedom from tension, to healthily live

Simple movements, bodies can relax
Allowing the music, to release not tax
Lifting emotions, so special and unique
Fun filled activity, for everyone to keep