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Money is One Heck of a Stimulant

Your deceit has polluted the rivers near your villages.

The very rivers that its people rely on for drinking water.

A sip of that poison ignites a plague that turns friends into foes and kin into fugitives.

But where is the antidote? Why do your people continue to fall ill?

It is locked away along with the fortune you made from the production of your deceit.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I’ve been away for a long time to know why I’ve been wrong before.

I had beat a dead horse and gave CPR to two that had cancer.

I should have known that it was not worth it if the doctors were not going to help treat it.

I was an ignoramus. They have all the knowledge that the world had to offer.

So why not share it with the ambitious and give new life to these once noble steeds?

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I long reminisced about a time when the doors were open to tons of villagers with potential.

It was a world that I wanted to be a part of since I was a guppy not yet exposed to mathematics.

A potato infected by a blight and stabbed me warned me that the chief doctors were monsters.

A poor surgeon who tried repeatedly to receive a raise vanished, was slandered, and never seen again.

A coordinator found a shady message in her contract that forbade arbitration and fled to another kingdom.

And I recently heard that the one coquettish nurse was expelled over scrutiny from her personal life.

Why, Dr. Kim? Why do you egg your personnel to choose sides when there are lives that need rescuing?

Can’t we all get along and lay down our weapons? It’s easier to negotiate than to wage war, but no.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

People lose their minds when they fall in love. It’s not just me. It’s a fact of life.

I lost mine to a mongrel who shut me out after a few months and lied directly to my face.

A good friend that I had regretfully wronged had given the doctors the deceit that tainted the rivers.

A clever herbalist that craves drama knows how to brew tainted water to make it appear crystal clear.

Not everyone knows that making up stories to sweep malpractice under the rug is a gold mine.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

The coachman that brought me to this place can call me a whiny little boy if his mood fits.

Just like the kid who offered sage advice to the chief doctors on how to break down barriers.

But that judges the coachman's character more than mine.

It’s an fyi that looks terrible just because he’s wearing it.

But hey, why bother listening to advice that’s more expensive than one’s pride?

The doctors’ salaries are too low for them to spare a dime to make that change.

That’s why there’s never room for improvement nor for sharing in their greedy hearts.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I am terribly sorry that your folks never taught you that what goes around comes around.

That your hidden crimes will come back to bite you when you too become penniless.

When you one day get a taste of your own poison when you drink the river you tainted.

What does your life have in store for you afterwards? Can you sleep at night again?

Will people still care when the doctors go their separate ways? What about the pollution in the river?

I will not return to the filth you created to clean it because in the end, the deceit would be even worse.

To change your practice for the better was my greatest wish until I found out how unethical you are.

Now it is to build a fortune of my own so the artist that my heart beats for can have a bite to eat.

That is the change that you will never see because you are too comfortable smoking the dough you baked.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

Winter's Last Stand

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Just a thought!

The sun rises and sweeps across a still land frozen in time.

Old man Winter loses cold reign once again.

Spring thaw rules as a new day dawns.

A blinding white blanket melts off a sleeping lanscape

while footprints dissipate back into the earth.

Rivers run deep taking away all signs of a killing frost.

Spring colors return and blossum into new life.

Surviving the season, freed from confinement,

We have walked out of "Winter's last stand."

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just came to me while staring at a cactus bush'

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Where The Ohio Weds The Mississippi-Missouri

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Mate Love

 

 

Where The Ohio Weds The Mississippi-Missouri 

 
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Above works hard the tug boat
It churns and puffs and floats
and ruffles and foams the coats
of these two great saints.

Below the longawaited mating
of two giants..
profoundly peaceful
only here and there
eddies of ecstasy
betray the great confluence
as branch braids into trunk.

Mississippi-Missouri had surrendered to
God
his desire for a wife..
knowing not that the Ohio
was waiting for
him
in the corridors of time..

not fireworks but waterweaving
in this most sacred silence

-saiom shriver-

 

 

 

*

(to C Connerton, her love,  and all residents of Cairo Illinois)

 

 

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LIKE ENDLESS RIVERS -- L FIUMI ENDLESS-----ITALIAN

Prendo la mia penna

qualcosa di profondo

dentro

sussurra

scrivi il tuo cuore

automaticamente

cominco a rispondere

il mio cuore prende

il

piombo

controllare ta mia mano

ed emozoni

come i fiumi senza

fine

che scorre in avanti

ferma finially

lo offro la mira pena

lo sono finito.

 

ENGLISH

I pick up my pen
something deep
within
whispers
write your heart
automatically
I begin to respond
my heart takes the
lead
controlling my hand
and emotions.
like endless rivers
flowing onward
finially it stops
I lay down my pn
I am finished.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

lo offro la mra penna. lo sono finito.

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LIKE ENDLESS RIVERS-LOSE FLUSSLAUFE---GERMAN

Ich nehme meine feder
etwas tief in
flustert
schreib dein herz
automatisch

ich fange an zu reagieren
mein herz ist der
fuhren.

Kontrolle meiner hand
und emotionen
wie endlose flusse
flie benden weitwe

finially haltestellen
ich lege meine feder
ich bin fertig.

ENGLISH

I pick up my pen
something deep
within
whispers
write your heart
automatically
I begin to respond

My heart takes
the lead
controlling my
hand and emotions

Like endless rivers
flowing onward
finially stops
I lay down my pen
I am finished.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ich lege meine feder ich bin fertig.

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LIKE ENDLESS RIVERS-UNOMO RIOS GIN FIN----SPANISH

Toms mi pluma
algo profundo dentro
de
susurros
deforma automatica
empiezo a reponder
mi corazon tiene la
plomo
el control dela mano
y las emociones
como rios sin fin
que fluye hacio
adelante
finially paradas
yo pongo mi pluma
estoy acabado.

ENGLISH

I pick up my pen
something deep within
whispers
write your heart
automatically
I begin to respond
my heart takes the
lead
controlling
my hand
and emotions

like endless rivers
flowing onward
finially stops
I lay down my pen
I am finished.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I lay down my pen, I am finished.

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