medicine man Vin
Lithium Orotate given ~
mind guides I’m all in
(“Contagion III”, 2020, original pen and ink and oil)
Dr Fauci
In the infallible world of cause and effect
Every action has its reaction
And to every sane person
Beyond the age of about ten
This is simply a given.
What is less clear is when, how and where
These reactions will manifest.
So as time passes and nothing seems to happen
Those responsible, and those effected
Begin to wonder if they ever will.
Enter stage Left, Dr Fauci,
The best thing since sliced bread and mastermind
Of not only gain of function research
But also the official reaction and imposition
To the result of this research gone wrong.
Will Fauci ever face the consequence
Of the hundreds of millions killed by his virus,
And even greater numbers killed by the vax?
Not likely in this life, but surely Hell awaits,
Ever patient, ever present, at the very bottom.
(8/23/25)
When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
24 Dr Peppers
One day I started running and my legs fell off.
I was in the army, and I had to clean the floor with a toothbrush.
It started raining sideways.
Then a bullet jumped up and bit me that day.
Jenny threw her shoe at her old house.
I guess she ran out of rocks.
I was with Jenny, and I became the minute man.
That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I had 24 Dr. Peppers, and I had to pee.
My mom made some strange noises because she cared about my school grades.
Me and Jenny are like peas and carrots.
Jenny played a guitar naked, and I saw her butt.
For a while I owned a shrimp boat.
When I first met Lieutenant Dan, he was holding a roll of toilet paper.
I like playing ping pong in the spring.
One day I gave Lieutenant Dan some ice cream.
Jenny, is he smart like me?
No Forest. He is dumb as a coconut tree.
You never know what you're going to get in a box of chocolates.
All just put my hands in my pocket.
Me and Lt. Dan are best friends.
I like dancing to Sweet Home Alabama.
I can’t forget about Bu Bu.
Another friend of mine who likes shrimp gumbo.
Me Lt. Dan and Bu Bu are the three amigos.
Jenny will always be my hero.
In one sterile theater where whispers flow,
A healer walks with steps that glow,
His touch as soft as falling snow,
Yet keen as dawn's first piercing light.
Through quiet eyes, so deep, so wise,
He sees the storms within my veins,
And though my weary spirit sighs,
He slows my pulse and relieves the pain.
His hands, a map of skill and grace,
Trace pathways time and trials conceal,
He listens close, he knows my face,
And speaks the words that start to heal.
A problem-solver, steady, sure,
He bends to find what others miss,
With heart so steadfast, strong, and pure,
He turns the tide with care's sweet kiss.
Though pain still lingers, dark and deep,
A gracious light has touched my soul,
And in his hands, my faith will keep,
A thread of hope to make me whole.
For kindness hums in all he's done,
Like morning's hush, like twilight's tune,
And though my battles are not won,
His voice still shines, a silver moon.
Surely, my son, you work to bless us
Off-the-cuff, like Dr. Watson, no ego, how so?
Needing no reason, you just enlighten.
A name that whispers on the breath,
A healer in the halls of care,
Where shadows cling and fear holds death,
His steady presence lingers there.
With gentle hands and knowing gaze,
He charts the heart's uncertain sway,
Through intricate and hidden ways,
Where life can falter and decay.
Compassion, like a quiet stream,
Flows from his touch, serene and deep,
An empathy, a waking dream,
For those whose weary secrets sleep.
The holder of life, at times it seems,
When fragile pulses ebb and fade,
A heart beats softly in his dreams,
A life upon his skill is laid.
He sees the rivers, swift and strong,
The steady rhythm, clear and bright,
And when the currents turn out wrong,
He guides them back towards the light.
The ocean's vastness, deep and wide,
Reflects the mysteries he knows,
The surging of the inner tide,
Where health and hope again arose.
And in that space, where tensions cease,
A grateful breath, a whispered plea,
He brings a fragile heart to peace.
My garden…..spring vibes! - Dr. Gopakumar air
Where another misty morning soaked in the soft sun rays,
Adding a mystic beauty to the surroundings.
Where the plants are showing their full presence
With the newborn buds, leaves and flowers.
Where the air is filled with fragrance of fresh blooms.
Where the birds chirp non stop,
Butterflies play hide and seek,
Happy Bees whisper a secret song of mysteries.
A gentle breeze plays a new rhythm-
A soothing touch on the soul.
That leads to mindfulness,
Here the past, present and future merged into thin air.
Evoking a sense of timeless beauty of nature.
Copyright @GKN 2025
We come with fear upon our lips,
With weary hands and trembling sight,
Yet find within your fingertips
A healing touch, a guiding light.
Your voice is soft, your manner bright,
A steady shore where you're light is bright,
You turn the dark to morning white,
And soothe the hearts that throb and ache.
Kindness shapes the words you say,
Compassion walks beside your stride,
No soul is ever turned away—
You hold them all with patient pride.
With humble grace and eyes that see,
You hear the cries both loud and small,
For in your care, with certainty,
We know your love can heal us all.
pliers… scalpel… knife…
drat… I feel the pulse of life…
if not for my wife…
_______________________
MILs = Mothers-in-Law
Look, there are two of us in here
One goes with mode of care and share
The other, a living nightmare
Our ego is immersed in fear
It steers us toward needles strife
Yet it is useful for earth life
Our true being holds God’s light dear
Remaining centred in the void
It’s our soul pure and unalloyed
To whose voice do we lend our ear
Lust versus love, we each must choose
It is by free will; no excuse
Let love and light, our life course steer
Ascending through chakras seven
Our direct pathway to heaven
Look, there are two of us in here
Our ego is immersed in fear
Our true being holds God’s light dear
To whose voice do we lend our ear
Let love and light, our life course steer
Dr. Death, sure that be your name?
Looking for you day and night
Ducking and dodging was the old game
Some may say my mind not right
Seeking to face you in different ways
Many opportunities to see if you show
Longing for your presence now days
Running from me, that I surely know
Don't won't me to expect your arrival
Sneaking around those that walk in fear
Welcoming with no intentions of survival
There's no noise; a feeling is what I hear
Hounding you may sound very unusual
Looking forward to my new identification
Maxed this character out; it's too casual
Heard you waste no time, without hesitation
Letting you know the time is now I'm ready
Busy, you seem to be no where to be found
Seems to be a line; death has become trendy
Completed my assignments, ready to be crowned
I guess I'm eager to start the next assignment
Job well done, another completion here on Earth
Some are chasing alignment and enlightenment
Wait till they figure out it's a game value $0 worth!
I want Dr. Pepper
a bottle won’t do
not a sprite or mountain dew
just Dr. Pepper my love
Dr. Pepper simply comes above
whatever shall I do
without my Dr. Pepper
the most beautiful of all drinks
not having Dr. Pepper stinks
my love for it will not pass
those other drinks can kiss my ass
only the dr of pepper will stay true to my heart
so good I could fill a whole shopping cart
if I had Dr. Pepper my day would be great
if Dr. Pepper was I man I’d turn straight
my love for Dr. Pepper is insurmountable
Dr. Pepper is unforgettable
Dr. Pepper makes the world a better place
and every night before dinner I’ll say my grace
and thank the Lord for Dr. Pepper
Dorothy and her lovely small dog Toto.
Were all taken up in a fierce tornado.
Ran into three helpless bobos.
A Tin man, Lion, and Scarecrow.
No Wizard needed, just the Dr Phil show.
The three went to see Dr. Phil, a PHD.
No heart for the Tin man, just psychotherapy.
Told the Lion to get a set,
and the Scarecrow to not forget.
All thanked the Dr, and walked away happily.
The Wizard they all thought had magical powers.
Worked and schemed, behind his curtain, every hour.
His curtain was removed.
The people were amused.
Now, he plays behind the curtain in the shower..
Bobo: A slang Spanish word meaning half witted.
Wizard Of Oz Limerick Poetry Contest Charles Messina
Written November 22 2024
waves crash against shore
sun glistens on sand granules
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