Sharper than a scapel, more soothing than a balm, more supportive than a cast,
poetry, as medicine, is the way through.

After Apple Picking

  by Robert Frost My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, …

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bee venom poetry

    Bee Stings Cure Arthritis James L. Rosenberg   My swollen fingers, gnarled and knotted Cramped awkward with intolerable ache; I bought a farm …

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To You

To You by Walt Whitman (1819-1892) … Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard! These shows of the East and West are tame compared …

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For a New Beginning

For a New Beginning   (John O’Donohue) In out-of-the-way places of the heart, Where your thoughts never think to wander, This beginning has been quietly …

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from Athena

Ode To The Onion Pablo Neruda     Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy …

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