Thursday, October 11, 2012

I SCREAM ICE CREAM

Poem by Charles Frederickson
Graphic by Saknarin Chinayote


I scream for bananana republican
Split topped with mixed nuts
Gooey fudged prom-ices whipping cr่eme-de-la-creme
Never on Sundae vanilla supremacy

Nit-Mitt Willard Romoney suffering truthache
Re-born sterling silver spoonfed mouthpiece
Tiffany barefoot stumbles transcendental flip-flops
Shooting self in NRA flatfoot

Whatever Flavor of the Month
You want neo-politicians to be
Palin-praline rocky-rogue flaky cones
Half-baked cookie dough mint deflation

Freddie Macadamia Maalox bagel Prozac
Black Russian holy mosque cow
Norange sorbet spumoney matters meltdown
Tutti-frutti gaydar below parfait

Let`s pretend tea-witched party fake-believe
Uncorked champagne campaign bubbles burst
Overgrown tykes entertaining imaginary friends
Lost their sparkle sauterne whines

Legacy of slavery segregation racism
Blurry rearview mirror distorted reflections
Dark Ages revisited taken aback
Pro-rich anti-taxes pro-war anti-Sharia lawlessness


No Holds Bard Dr. Charles Frederickson and Mr. Saknarin Chinayote proudly present YouTube mini-movies @ YouTube – CharlesThai1 .
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Reversing Lung Cancer


Lung Cancer Reversal Without Surgery, Radiation or Chemotherapy with Dr. Robert O. Young's pH Miracle Protocol
The Testimonial of Inger Hartelius


Summer 2011 I went to the doctor for a health check. I’d been feeling tired and had lost a lot of weight. I ended up having an x-ray, to see if there was anything wrong.

They found a spot on my left lung and I was sent for a Biopsy. On the 21.st of July 2011 they told me the tumor was cancer and there were traces in the lymphatic system around the area.

I do not smoke and I am known as the person in the family who is very conscious about eating healthy food – so nobody could explain why I’d got lung cancer.

The doctor who’d informed me about the results said I should have radiation and chemo.
After my family and I had received the diagnosis about the spot in my lung we began searching for ways to help cure me without radiation and chemo.

My son and daughter in law had a book “Cancer is not an illness” by Andreas Moritz. Some of my friends gave me the book: “You die from cancer. And the earth is flat”. These books contained a lot of information both about research and peoples experiences from all over the world – including traditional and alternative ways to help people with cancer.

I knew when the diagnosis was given to me that I’d never go into a traditional treatment. I would rather die from the cancer.

The doctor was very surprised.  He’d never had anyone who’d said no to his suggestion. He told me that I’d probably be very, very ill within a year. The nurse who was looking after me after the consultation (because I was crying) advised me to put my life in the hands of the doctors. They knew what the best form of treatment was for me was.

Even though I was prepared I was in shock.

But I was lucky I had my family around me.

My son had heard about Dr. Robert Young and his live blood tests by Anthony Robbins - so after trying to find support in Denmark my daughter decided to write to Dr. Robert Young. We found his ideas about alkaline food combined with the focus on the blood very useful. And we also liked the fact that we could get support from someone who had a tool to look at the constitution of the body instead of focusing on the cancer.

Initially it was our intention to find someone in Europe who was taught by Dr. Young. However we changed our minds. Wednesday the 3rd of August 2011 my daughter wrote an email to Dr. Young, Thursday we got an answer and a phone number and phoned the pH-Miracle Center. Saturday the 6th of August my husband, my daughter, my son, my daughter in law and I arrived at the pH-Miracle Center.

This was the first miracle. Being there was wonderful – though I was in a special state we enjoyed every second at the center. I often thought: “Am I dreaming?” – some days before I’d thought I was going to die. Here I was in Paradise instead of at a hospital. And I became inspired and believed I wasn’t going to die after all from this cancer because I had the power to build a healthy and strong body.

At the same time we all learned about the pH-Miracle lifestyle. How we can keep our blood alive and healthy, how we can eat to keep our pH high, how we can understand why cancer shows up in a body, how we can cook healthy food plus a lot more.

On top of this we were surrounded by caring men and women and happy children – many of them with a personal story about how the pH-Miracle program had changed their lives.
So I left the Ph-Miracle Center believing in and trusting the program.

In Denmark Dr. Pernille Knudtzon who is an ordinary doctor and trained by Dr.Young followed my progress with new blood tests which showed how my blood changed for the better – exactly as Dr. Young had told me it would.

At home I have been:

Eating alkaline food
Drinking 4 liters of Greens, and green milk every day
Exercising every day – running on the beach
Sitting in my infrared sauna
Jumbling on a rebounder
Using a nebulizer
Practicing yoga every week

And to this I have had:

Lymph massage and reflexology and talked with a psychologist and coach nearly every week to keep my mind focused on the positive choice, I have taken.

Sometimes when I feel it is hard work to do all this – I compare this with what I would have experienced if I had radiation and chemo.

My health is now much better than it was before, I sleep at night, my weight is stable, my lung capacity has grown – I feel so much more alive – which is hard to explain.  I have no signs that I’m sick with cancer and now I know I am not going to die of this cancer.

I think about how lucky I am. I have my family around me – supporting me – and my family and I had the chance to learn about this special approach for keeping the body in balance. 

I am so grateful that I met Dr. Young and that he had time to support us and teach us about the program of the pH-Miracle.

AMONG THE HOMELESS

by ayaz daryl nielsen




ayaz daryl nielsen is a poet/father/husband/veteran/x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/x-hospice nurse (and still a nurse)/editor of the print pub bear creek haiku. His poetry has appeared in many fine publications including Yellow Mama, Lilliput Review and Christian Science Monitor.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

SCALIA

by Max Gutmann

Antonin Scalia - Caricature
After Scott Brown, in debate with Elizabeth Warren, named Antonin Scalia as his model Supreme Court justice, then, in reaction to crowd booing, added Kennedy, Roberts, and finally liberal Sotomayor.


                                                                       (to the tune of "Maria" from West Side Story)


The conservative justice Scott Brown praised:
Scalia, Scalia, Scalia, Scalia.
Leaving all who were watching a bit amazed:
Scalia, Scalia, Scalia, Scalia,
Scalia, Scalia.

Scalia.
The first judge he named was Scalia.
He couldn't quite resist,
But everybody hissed the name.
Scalia,
He saw, was a real bad idea
So, though it sounded glib,
He countered with that lib'ral dame.

"Scalia,"
Say it loud and there's trouble brewing.
Say it soft to avoid all that booing.
"Scalia."
Scott Brown is now ruing Scalia.

Scalia, Scalia etc.

"Scalia,"
Has a ring but it's just no use, it's
Not too popular in Massachusetts.
Scalia.
Like some fat robed moose sits Scalia.


Max Gutmann
has contributed to LightenUp Online and other publications.

Monday, October 8, 2012

SYRIA

by David Chorlton


Image source: NY Times


The sculptor of tombstones
cannot work quickly enough
to accommodate the war
going on around him
while the boy
discovered in a house’s rubble
is white as powdered marble
and crumbles in the arms
that try to raise him.
There aren’t a thousand words
to trade for the picture
of a man who lays his head
upon a dead friend’s chest,
or for that of the light
passing through a hole in the ceiling
the way a believer might imagine
a signal from God, but the floor
is broken plaster and the sky
keeps exploding. Against a wall of fire,
a man tries to run
faster than the bullets following him.
Two sections of a hospital room bed
have folded from their springs
at ninety degree angles
as if a patient heard again
the shots that had killed him
and suddenly sat up
to find his body vanished.


David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in England, and spent several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in1978. He pursued his visual art and had several shows as well as writing and publishing his poetry in magazines and collections, the latest of which is The Devil’s Sonata from FutureCycle Press.
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Sunday, October 7, 2012

BASEBALL LAMENTATION

by Earl J Wilcox

Image source: bluebirdbanter


Something there is that loves a baseball game:
its happy crowd---the hot dogs, cold beer,
the heat or cold.  Yet when my team’s behind
and the arcane infield fly rule pops into view,
we then hate the insane umps, the other team,
our cold dogs and warm beer but most of all
the chill of losing.


Earl J. Wilcox writes about aging, baseball, literary icons, politics, and southern culture. His work appears in more than two dozen journals; he is a regular contributor to The New Verse News. More of Earl's poetry appears at his blog, Writing by Earl.
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Saturday, October 6, 2012

OF A SATURDAY

by J.D. Smith

Image source: ebay

A man of a certain age, declining
with an empire at whose height he was born,
idles at a coffee shop in the capital.
On laptops of ambition
younger patrons tap out theses,
filter spreadsheets.
They could pose a threat,
or they could be scaling other ladders.
or they stand far enough below
that there’s no need to kick out
or grease the rungs they must climb.
Then again, they may be hunting the big game
that is going extinct in their fields.
These days, though, call for foraging.
Holding fast the bird in the hand,       
the man of a certain age returns                      
to browsing a book on great dinosaurs
and mammals that moved underfoot.


J.D. Smith’s third collection, Labor Day at Venice Beach, will be published later this year, as will his first humor collection, Notes of a Tourist on Planet Earth. His poems have appeared in journals and sites including 99 Poems for the 99 Percent, Nimrod, Tar River Poetry and Texas Review. He has work forthcoming in Dark Mountain 3.
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