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In the land of North Carolina there's a beautiful girl
Long ago when she was in Kentucky
I didn't know I was looking at a North Carolina pearl

So I ask you North Carolina
Could you send her back my way
Maybe this time goodbye will be a little easier to say

For I know she couldn't leave you long
You'll always be her world but if I could write a song
It would be all about the North Carolina pearl

And if I could whistle Dixie and see that flag unfurl
This soldier has one last love letter
Addressed to the North Carolina pearl

This is a tribute to my dear friend Karinya, I met her when I was in hospital, she is no ordinary girl, she is something very special to me, she put up with me when I first arrived, I was not the most agreeable person at that time after being shunted from one hospital to another, I found we shared a lot in common especially the passion of music which started our friendship, Karinya was a nurse and I, a very sick patient, it was the fact I had lost a leg due to diabetes, I was struggling, however Karinya was very good at what she did, showered me and took care of me, she would occasionally put the cold shower on me and make me jump, but that did not stop me at all, I got my moment when she copped a face full of tap water, she took it rather well, she would get me out of the hospital bed when I had just woken up then practically ordered me into the shower, I was helpless with only one leg, she is a loose cannon and so am I which made for a lot of fun and games, she would tell me of her escapades in her night clubbing, apparently she liked drinking but had no clue when to stop she had many a wild party as well as going concerts, she made me laugh, I had been in the hospital for nearly eight months when I finally was released, I went through a lot of pain and suffering but it was Karinya that kept me positive, alas when I left she was not present, though I wrote her a final letter saying goodbye, well maybe this is the final time I will see her, then again maybe we will meet in the future, heaven only knows, she will always remain my dearest friend forever,God bless you Karinya and lots of love to you.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 26th November 2018

Way back in the 1900's, streets were illuminated by gaslights, many murders took place in the back streets of London; Jack the ripper was one such man who honed his skills murdering call girls at night, while in the day saving lives, all of this took place under a glowing gaslight. The gaslight was also a place were lovers had romantic entanglements while the policeman would pound the beat protecting the public from criminal activities, his only defense was his police whistle, bataan and his specially designed helmet. The gaslight will always be remembered with fond memories of a time of a distant past.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 12 October 2018

At Horror Hospital in the Emergency Ward, strange practices are being carried out, like digging for veins to fit canulas, my arm was a victim when it blew up like a balloon and it started to bleed, do they know what they are doing ?. Another situation, why are they starving me when I am diabetic ?. They must know the risks low glycemic levels can cause, though they continue to do this. I personally think they have lost the plot; the ailment I have is a virus so they infuse me with antibiotics which is non effective against this problem, I am not happy about this practice and feel this could have been avoided with tablets. This I feel is incompetence that is why I don't like this hospital as it feels more like a prison sentence.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 6th November 2018

The story starts as a man is rushed to hospital for emergency operation on his left leg, the surgeon decides to take off the leg below the knee, after months of convalescence the man was ready for moulding and fitting of the new limb. The man found new problems with walking as his leg hurt so much, he would try to stuff foreign objects to relieve the pain, but to no avail, the pain was still there. As time went by it was found the leg would only work in it's original configuration, it works better now though the pain persists, the man has learned many things as his first goal is to leave for home. At present the man is still here, awaiting his release date to go home. I should know because I am that man.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 13th November 2018

Does she know or doesn't she know
Maybe she'll never find out
I've been dreaming on poetry corner
With so many things to write about

Does she know or doesn't she know
Maybe I should stop writing today
But poetry corner is the only house of God
Where I could find a place to pray

Does she know or doesn't she know
Would it make a difference what would she do
Maybe I'm just wasting my time
So why is line after line another line of you


Does she know or doesn't she know
I'll have to wait and see
Where is all this ever going to go
Or will it stay does she or doesn't she

Today we view the radio as a common item we listen to for news, sport, weather and of course music, we listen to on various media such as phones and other modern devices, but let's travel back in time to the 1920's were the radio or wireless as it was affectionately known was first created. Families would congregate around the wireless for entertainment. Once a popular program was scheduled, they would turn on the radio, as the valves inside would glow, crackle and slowly come to life. The program would start as the news could be heard by all present, following with a concert recital. In later years the radio became portable with the advent of batteries, making it possible to hear music on the move, radio was transmitted on the Broadcast Band later known as AM. The 1960s changed radio as it was slowly replaced by Television, it was later formatted for Top 40 music as 45rpm records were promoted and sold to the youth of the time, radio evolved into FM Stereo in the 1970's and by then radio we once loved was changed forever.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 21st October 2018

Driving down poet avenue
I'm looking for rhyme street
It always feels like deja vu
Except this time the rain is turning to sleet

I slip and slide around every turn
I'm stuck in poetry town
In my rearview mirror there is concern
For it looks like I'm heartache bound

Mr winter I'll never find her
The nights are getting cold I'll never see her again
And the tracks I've left in the snow
Reveal all the circles where I've been

How many time have I written it wrong
Now the traffic light on poet avenue is broken down
Where do I go as the night goes on
Looks like I'm stuck in poetry town

My mind keeps playing the role of a doctor
Another therapy session every day or two
There was a girl that's why my chart has lots of pages doctor
My mind keeps trying to fix my heart from missing you

The doctor says this is all very confidential
There's no one in the room but me
I keep asking to see his credentials
He say he's still going to the school of poetry

I can see this is getting me nowhere
But he's the only doctor I can find
My insurance has all this covered
But what if she uncovers this heart of mine

The doctor said this session is over
I don't know when the next appointment will be
His prescription was a four leaf clover
But it's going to take more than luck to find a cure for me

Today I feel no joy
Nothing but a void
Where has she gone
I feel like this has been going on to long
My head hurts
My soul cries
I feel like I’ve died
I’ve cried and cried
My eyes are dry
when I close my eyes tight
I can see a light
I know I can’t walk towards that light
No,not tonight
I have to fight with all my might
I just want to sleep tonight
I’m so tired
My mind goes round and round
I feel like a clown
God
Please don’t let me drown