We met in the SICU at BMC,
A wondrous Islander, its simple to see,

She nurses with ease and comforts the sick,
Skilled in medicine, I laughed at her shtick.

Needs glasses to see and thinks she's a nerd,
Cool is her look, I'd use no other word,

To describe to the world, this sparkling light,
She brightens a room and makes you feel right.

Short of stature, but strong as a tree,
Boosting my patients and helped me to see,

Where essentials for the job could easily be found,
Always a smile on her face, she never frowned.

I got to know her during our 12 hour shift,
She loves to read, so I shared my gift.

I red her a poem and she dug all my rhyme,
The shift was near over, flying was the time.

During my travels, many nurses I've met,
None quite like her, that's a sure bet.

My time at this hospital has come to an end,
Her name is Ali, Godspeed my new friend!

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The weather is hot, inside you're not,
Winter is no more.
Days are long, people feeling strong,
Fun you have in store.

The A/C on, when family is gone,
Electric bills do rise.
Turn off the juice, start cutting loose,
Outside there are blue skies.

The days are long, come sing a song,
At last the summer's here,
Clean up the porch, light a torch,
And have ourselves a beer!


Let'***** the beach, and we can reach,
Our skin a golden hue,
Dig in the sand, with my bare hand,
Rainy days I am blue.  

Biking in the park, we'll have a lark,
Riding here and there,
Meeting friends, it all depends,
Which direction you do bare.

Look to the right, he's flying a kite,
A friend from years gone past.
Summer is best, giving you zest,
Reminisce and have a blast!

Let'***** the links, your swing it stinks,
Your buddy doesn't care,
That one fine shot, will hit the spot,
A good time you will share.

Out on a boat, around we'll float,
Let's cast our poles and wait,
Your line is taught, I think you caught,
The big one's on your plate.

Concerts in the park, start after dark,
Bring your favorite date,
Hear the sounds, good mood abounds,
Romance it does await.

Not all fun, work must get done,
The yard it begs for time,
Needs some seed, water and ****,
Fertilize and lime.

Cut and rake, your back will ache,
Stop to have some lunch,
Work is done, time for fun,
Invite friends, let's have brunch!

Baseball season, is the reason,
Some couples get a divorce,
Games every night, causing plight,
Loneliness is the source.

At summers end, this message I send,
The season hurry back,
Winter, spring and fall, keep them all
Next to summer they do lack.

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Civilized mankind has a unique way,
To party and celebrate a most special day.

Potassium and sulfur, mixed with some coal,
Can reduce a mountain into the hill of a mole.

Gunpowder is thought to have China as a start,
Ceremonies commence, fireworks a part.

I always thought, it amusing to find,
Warfare and festival are two of a kind.

Powerful explosions that disable and destroy,
Have the ability to give the masses such joy.

Here we go, let the bash begin,
Guaranteed to give, your face a grin.

Let's add some luminosity to this summer blast,
Firecrackers and sparklers make the jubilee last.

Pinwheels are nailed safely to a tree,
Furiously twirls colors for all to see.

An aerial assault aloft, hear them roar,
Yellows and greens, in the air they will soar.

Flash flaming fluorescence, blue and red,
Envelop your eyes, dancing in your head.

See the trail of a missile, zipping in flight,
Shiny illuminations, all through the night.

On the ground at the end of a fireworks show,
Blazing stars and stripes, a flag created, watch it glow.

The fourth of July is America's time,
A birthday blowout, drinks with lemon and lime.

This frolicking is filled with food, family and fun,
Independence day, I wish it never was done.

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The sixties changed our countries ways,
Gone was the time of June Cleaver days.

Vietnam and protesting, divorce and unrest.
Family's unraveling, that era's not the best.

Out around LA, communes were in vogue,
Welcoming all, the beggar, thief and rogue.

The one commune, around Topanga town,
Was home to a family, that brought the world down.

Charles Manson, and his motley crew,
Were plotting and planning horrible things to do.

The drinking and drugs, had warped his mind,
The war was coming, the world in a bind.

Gathering arms for the fight of their life,
Blacks vs Whites, getting ready for the strife.

Funding is needed, for any good war,
Arms and supplies, always needing more.

So after a party, featuring mind altering drugs,
A robbery was planed, the family now thugs.

The first attacks, were directed at those,
Oblivious to Charlie, they had no foes.

Sharon Tate was a pregnant Hollywood beauty,
An aspiring actress, she was a real cutie.

Watson and Krenwinkel and other sick folk,
Tortured and killed, with a fork they did poke.

A horrible crime, what were they thinking?
Even lower they dropped, their ship kept on sinking.

The LaBianca castle was next on the list,
Beaten to death, with a hammer and a fist.

San Quentin and the gas chamber, to be their fate,
Sentences commuted to life, the reaper must wait.

To collect up those souls, and bring them to hell,
God may be forgiving, but this horror doesn’t sell.

Manson and his cronies must remain locked away,
New souls for the devil, in hell they will stay.


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When it comes to the matters involving the heart,
Emotions are powerful and can rip it apart.

There's nowhere to run and no place to hide,
Love tears down the walls that we call pride.

Anything you'll do to be loved in return,
Deal with cruel treatment and a voice that is stern.

Love knows no rhyme and has no reason,
You need them close no matter what the season.

It leaves the heart naked and defenseless to attack,
No weapon on Earth can push your love back.

Why do humans need love? The question is profound,
When the love is returned, there's no finer sound,

Then pillow talking after ******* is done,
That's the time to watch the rising sun,

And bare your soul to your husband or wife,
Make plans for the day and enjoying your life.

Look into those eyes whether brown, green or blue,
Knowing that person is in love with you.

The naked heart is natures only way,
To assure you're sincere, and here to stay.

For if anything covers and hides back the heart,
True love will be missed, and never can start.

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Bows and ribbons placed on gifts,
Uplifting holiday, your spirit it lifts.

Another birthday celebration with cake and candle,
Depression rates high, holidays are hard to handle.

Family and friends like to get together,
Tends to be cold, beware snowy weather.

Drinking some cheer and eating your feast,
Stuffing with side dishes, turkey the beast.

Trimming a tree and placing lights on the house,
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.

Saint Nick is coming, he lands on the roof,
Slides down the chimney then suddenly ****!

Presents are stacked, up high as can be,
Barely can see the lights on the tree.

Santa has eaten the cookies, and drained all the milk,
Mom got diamond earrings, and a dress made of silk.

This sounds like a scene, from a Rockwell play,
Easy to loose sight, of what were celebrating today.

The birth of the greatest man on the Earth,
Read the Bible, miracles show his real worth,

Worried and cared about every living soul,
Love and good wishes he did easily dole.

Born in poverty, his first bed was a manger,
In thirty three years he would be in real danger.

Those years he spent, spreading the word of God,
Be of good faith, before your laid under the sod.

Love and cherish each other, and this place,
Ascending into heaven, sharing my fathers space.

Everybody enjoy Christmas, a great time of the year,
Happy birthday to Jesus, his spirit is still here!

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The emotions of man are easy to read,
They glisten and shine, never a need,

To ask your friend, how does he feel,
I'll give you a clue, here's how you steal,

And know exactly, what's in his head,
Can't hide it from you, until he is dead.  

Don't need to be Bond, a secret service spy,
Just get close to his face, peer into his eye.

The eyes are the windows to the soul,
See tempers get hot, and you may loose control.

Sadness is seen, clear as the sky,
The loss of a loved one, why now did they die?

Happiness comes as the eye starts to glean,
No mistaking the look of it, can't miss its sheen.

Anger it rages, the eye may turn red,
Body language will show, what lurks in their head.

Love is another, not easy to miss,
May lean close to you, and give you a kiss.

Some of these emotions will mix in your eye,
Like happiness and love, it may make you cry.

Sadness and anger, may travel in sync,
You'll see them at bars, pounding a drink.

A student of man, I always do look,
At a persons eyes, can read like a book.

People will try and hide how they feel,
I look at those pupils, and I know what is real.

You may ask yourself what's the purpose of this?
Prying into emotions, can make some folks hiss.

I like the plain truth, found in the eye,
Can't be lied to, I never ask why?

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