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COLLABORATION

(MEDICAL version)

So many people with numerous degrees,
Acknowledgements, honors and pedigrees,
Each contributing with all they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Climbing and wending their way to the top,
Gaining a life-long education that will never stop.
Research rewarded by new found cures,
Insatiable curiosity that will always endure.
All are determined to become the very best
At their own specialties, beyond the rest.
They work as teams though miles apart,
Connected by love, working heart to heart.
Not at the expense of others they’ve joined along the way,
Instead, locking arms and reaching above yesterday.
In unison they march, pushing barriers aside,
Creating new tomorrows, prejudices denied.
The future promises more to those that share,
Their resources combined offer superior care.
United they stand in all that they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Not just for the moment but for always,
Providing patients with longer and better days.
Many qualified specialists linked by their expertise,
Means patients are the winners in conquering disease.

May 13, 2017

HARMONY

Harmony

I used to live in Harmony,
Located just a little ways off the road
In a tiny place in the great southwest.
Living in Harmony was not for all,
Unless you count the ones who couldn’t sing,
Or for those who closed their eyes
And ignored the cruel world
And claimed it was for the best.
Harmony was divided up in several parts,
To keep our voices from going wrong,
And we would, of course, often sound hoarse
When we got lost and a little off key.
Yet we knew a song was within our hearts,
And our town was the perfect place to be.
Living in perfect harmony
Required commitment, love, and laughter
But we did our best
To keep our town growing strong.
But it finally dwindled away.
A ghost town without a song.
If you should look for a peaceful place,
Hidden by the sands of time.
Sing to the wind the coyote’s songs,
He knows which ones are mine.
Others will join and sing to the moon,
Blending notes that have to be.
The coyotes songs will all be good
As we sing in harmony.
May 3, 2017

ONE SIMPLE JOLT!

Totally unexpected,
Like a sudden inspiration,
There came a spectacular vision,
Expanding and growing beyond all comprehension,
A simple revelation,
A bolt
of lightning
that shook me to my foundation,
All my life I had been waiting
for this recognition
a jolt,
jump starting my imagination
taking me out of my doldrums
past all the writers’ blocks,
all the hindrances that could impede my progress.
one simple jolt.
But after all I’ve tried
I’m back to square one.
My brain is fried.

Dear Amy,

Dear Amy, I was pleased to receive your letter,
and I hope you’re getting better. Sorry that I scared you, but it seemed the best thing to do. I was expecting you to leap into my arms, but you chose to withhold your charms. As for the garden we planted by the light of the moon, I hope it grows real soon. My heart beats faster each time I see you, and I realize no one else will do. I’d be pleased if you gave me a kiss, and I would promise you this. I will love you forever. Oh, by the way, your father was just having fun, he doesn’t really have a gun, does he? Was he serious when he told me to go away, that I would never find a way? Please write me soon and we’ll meet at noon.
Sincerely, Sneaky Pete

With Love and Power

Your Lights Throb With Love and Power

Our emotional lights are wired differently,

I love how you glow so full and free,

Your lights throb with love and power,

Making the world softer each hour,

Yours are more delicate than mine,

If one of your lights goes out,

Your lights don’t shine,

My lights continue to glow,

If I lose a few, I’m good to go,

My emotions don’t pulse the same way,

But I’ll be constant day after day,

Trying to glow so that you can see,

Loving you my own way is the key,

Together we can glow more brightly,

But however we want our lights to be,

I can’t be you and you can’t be me.

Exercise is Fun

The Benefits of Exercise

Don’t ask me if I do anything exciting. Just walking my Labradors can be exciting. On a peaceful Sunday afternoon I took them for a walk. Well, not just a walk. I noticed they were really anxious to go out so I thought I would just wear them down and get some exercise at the same time. So what better exercise than to rollerblade while they got their exercise by pulling me around the block, down the streets, along the sidewalks, until they got really tired.
They were a little more hyperactive than I had imagined. The first six blocks were really exciting as they ran at a gallop, while I just blithely pretended to be a skier behind a boat as they strained against their leashes. They frothed at the mouth, feeling the freedom of running.
The first three miles wasn’t bad, but I noted that everyone was not as cheerful as me, as they saw the two large dogs bearing down on them with me in tow. The lady with the baby stroller and the small child didn’t quit screaming until we were out of sight, but I suppose she was an exception. Most people didn’t react quite that severely. I also admit to a little fear crossing the intersections at full speed, dodging and swerving past the oncoming cars. But my senses soon became numbed by overload. All was quite fine as I hung on, and I began to relax and enjoy the scenery–at least until “the CAT”.
A cat lay on the sidewalk, dreaming of a faraway mouse, absorbing heat from the cement, seemingly unaware of impending disaster. Now at full speed, behind two already worn out dogs, I thought I should be able to order them to stop, to slow down, to heed my passionate pleas, because after all, I once trained dogs and I was thoroughly confident of my skills. Now as I look back at the situation I realize my confidence was poorly misguided.
The sudden surge of power and speed was exhilarating as I shouted to the dogs to stop, slow down, and whatever else I was calmly yelling at the time.
At that moment the cat woke from his dream, realized the peril from the approaching runaway team of dogs, and dashed across the street. The dogs followed suit, turning ninety degrees after the cat. Now here’s where I kind of lost track of what happened because the dogs and I parted company.
I tried to avoid the tree, the sidewalk, the street pavement, and other obstacles that suddenly flashed before me. Fortunately I found some fairly soft earth but released my hold on the dogs. They immediately shifted into a higher gear.
I’m not going to recount the rest of the story because I don’t know what happened to the cat. It took me fifteen minutes of calling, pleading, and threatening to find the dogs and get them back. So today I am sore, but wiser. But you know, I do think it’s almost time to take a walk again.

By Dan Roberson