MY IMMORTAL FRIEND

                               I am a mortal and tempt to live
                             But sometimes I find so little give
                              Just then my Immortal comes along
                               And teaches me a different song

                        Of eternal lights and stars and joyful friends
                          That please and please with reaching hands
                              And take me up and up and far away
                           To a beautiful place where times are gay

                           I become an aspect of the dancing lights
                          Completely oblivious of duties and plights
                          And suddenly... as by the crack of a whip
                            I'm behind my desk and ceased my trip

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                                           MY LEFT

                               This leathery left hand of mine
                             Behaves just right most of the time
                             However sometimes or once in a while
                              It behaves completely out of style

                           It has been taught the same as the right
                            But it does not act as smart or bright
                            Maybe it's just because it is the left
                                  And of common sense bereft

                               Whatever it is I am not too sure
                              Perhaps it needs a behavings cure
                            It has to be taught to do as the right
                             To act in unison and without fright

                           I'll have to talk to this hand some more
                           And tell it again as I have done before
                            It has to learn to be honest and fair
                             And form a completely matching pair

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                                      NORTHERN LIGHTS

                      Dear Miss Davies I just don't know whot
                              That so attracts me so that you have got
                      But one thing is certain and absolutely sure
                             Your are just superb... pleasant and pure

                      If all people were... what you are
                                The angels in heaven would gain a star
                      You're sheer dedication and a pure delight
                               You're also beautiful and brainy bright

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                                       NURSING CHUCKLES

                     Dear Debbie before you go away from here
                             There are three things we want to make clear

                     And they are certainly no surprise at all
                                  To any of your friends... short or tall

                     First... we like your personality and easy style
                                   And not to forget your beautiful smile

                     Secondly... we like your dedication and finesse
                                 And the fact that you never leave a mess

                     Thirdly... we wish you a perfect nursing career
                                 With doctors following from far and near

                     So just make sure you pick the best
                                   And your gentle touch will do the rest

                     And here's some advice you should not miss
                                Never ask a doctor for more than one kiss

                     Stay in control and make them submit
                                      For once they start they never quit

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                                     OFF - LIMIT - PLACES

                              In our steno-pool way in the back
                           There is this girl with a beautiful neck
                          So smooth and whole you'd swear and swear
                                No beard ever kissed her there

                             But remember you sneaky old conniver
                              The girl is a regular after fiver
                            And lined up beards from here to there
                                   Kiss her almost anywhere

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                                             ONCE

                         In this dark and endless space
                                    There is but one that can embrace
                         This full of pain and lonely heart
                                         And yet and yet we are apart

                         But once... but once the time will be
                                        That you my love and lucky me
                         Will join and live for all we can
                                     And neither be nor beast nor man

                         But form this moving loving pair
                                      And take our once forever share
                         Of this so painful unfair deal
                               And hope our minds and souls will heal

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                                   ONE IN TWO or TWO IN ONE

                                   If you are my friend
                                                  Who am I?

                                   If I am your friend
                                               Who are you?

                           Because my dear... a friend is one whole
                             Please help me tell this to my soul

                                   If you are my friend
                                            What part am I?

                                   If I am your friend
                                         What part are you?

                             Really my dear you and I must define
                          How a friend could be both yours and mine

                         Alone we are nothing.... together one whole
                         I feel that our bodies are sharing one soul

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                                          ON SUNDAY

                           From my vantage point and different view
                              I see them come and eye their pew
                         They sort of stumble and their heads do nod
                            Because on Sunday they greet their God

                                On weekdays or any other kind
                               This God is never on their mind
                                  For then... as we all know
                              They are concerned with money flow

                               But on Sundays their day of rest
                           They come to church and look their best
                              They shyly look to left and right
                             Pretending to pray with God in sight

                           They notice the ladies with figures trim
                             With bouncing boobs and legs so slim
                              They stand and sit at every chime
                               For praying there is little time

                            They look at people with many a glance
                               No self-reflection gets a chance
                              Their sacrifice... a single dollar
                            To help the man with the funny collar

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                                             PAIN

                           Many many years have gone
                                      And never so much damage done
                           By such a fleeting touch of hand
                                       Nor on sea... in air or land

                           Forgive me though if in times ahead
                                         I cry and cry alone in bed
                           Because in this dark and empty space
                                     I find no love nor inner grace

                           The brightest sunlight is so dim
                                    And does not really warm within
                           Because not for any pain or cost
                               Will I ever gain the ONE that's lost

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                                          PASSING-BY

                               Love is pleasant... love is fun
                                 It's like a jolly little pun
                            From word to word... from kiss to kiss
                                Elated feelings full of bliss

                               Remember though and don't forget
                             Don't let your love go to your head
                               Enjoy... enjoy and sigh and sigh
                                 Before the moment passes by

                                  Never ask for what or why
                               Does love exist in this old sky
                               Enjoy... enjoy and sigh and sigh
                                And never mind the passers by

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                                           PICTURES

                        Your face so beautiful and kind
                                 Keeps painting pictures in my mind
                        Your eyes so bright and shiny soft
                                         Takes my soul way up aloft

                        Your manners dainty... cute and fine
                                    Steals this empty heart of mine
                        Your smile so lovely and full of bliss
                                 Tempts me to hug and kiss and kiss

                        My lovely lady... please stay near
                                And let me adore you just from here
                        In silence I admire a lovely feast
                             Disturbed by this ugly and slyly beast

                        Oh how can I ever... ever stand
                                     Not to touch or hold your hand
                        Oh how can I ever... ever endure
                               The thoughts and desires not so pure

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                                            SECRET

                             Like lightning from a clear blue sky
                             I don't know how... I don't know why

                                 My inner sense only respond
                                When it see this lovely Blond

                                Strangely in this world so wild
                              I wander through just like a child

                                My eyes so small yet open wide
                                Seeing you my thoughts collide

                               As if from ages long since past
                              I knew your Light but see at last

                              This splendid Blond so pure divine
                             Made from a Source that is part mine

                               Out of the sky so clear and blue
                              This poem is written just for you

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                                            SMILES

                          I think my sneaky dear adviser
                                  I do get older but not much wiser
                          I still fall for a pretty smile
                               My looks just stay there for a while

                          Oddly enough it rings my bell
                                    And often makes me live in hell
                          I think I'm sort kind of tool
                                    Belonging to this grey old fool

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                                          SOUL MATE

                               And every time we meet and shine
                              There is this sense so pure divine
                            That fills my mind with feelings swell
                              So gentle sweet from Heaven's well

                              Yes... my thoughts completely mush
                                When I do see her silent blush
                             Nobody on earth seems just as close
                                As this so gentle Danish Rose

                                In every sense of our relation
                            There is this feeling of pure elation
                                It's so seldom that I do find
                               A loving soul so close and kind

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                                         TEAM - STAR

                                 My dear Dolores why is it so
                              That so few words from me do flow
                               Somehow I just can't get a hold
                             Of what your soul just might behold

                            Whatever it is or whatever is missing
                           It make me wonder and keeps me guessing
                            But one thing is certain and very sure
                           Your kindness and care shall long endure

                             In this hospital this great machine
                             A person like you can lead any team
                            Please be yourself and feel right free
                            And you will be liked as much as by me

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