To a very special doctor.

You are very special,
I don't get a chance to tell you many times,
So I write this note to say,
You are special and very much so,
Endowed and blessed beyond compare,
Long hours at work may ache your muscles,
And bring you fatigue,
But the positive difference God uses you,
To make in the lives of your patients,
And those around you,
Puts a pretty crown,
On all efforts and energies spent in that endeavor,
Those who can go back home,
Back to living life again,
Because you went to work and worked,
The hope you bring with the doctor's touch,
And the unique privilege for that touch,
To replace the frown of pain,
With a smile of hopeful anticipation,
Be nourished from the sweet nectar of His presence,
And may you continue to find strength,
And reason to enthusiastically give,
So that somebody can breathe easier because you lived,
That is a lofty noble call,
Whose highest reward is in it,
keep that smile on your pretty face,
It is still the best make up known to man,
And by doing so, just maybe,
You give others permission to do the same,
The patient who comes in,
Not sure if the next second will come,
And even if that last next second doesn't come,
You can help them spend the current one,
The very last one,
With love, care, hope,
And a smile on their face ...
God bless!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Nature's master stroke

Nature's master stroke.

In a quick moment,
You bring torment,
In a few strokes,
You carefully stoke,
A tornado strikes,
Power on wind bikes,
In the next stroke,
Again you carefully stoke,
The fires of fine art,
With one of nature's parts,
The most beautiful rainbow paints,
Work without a taint,
Your master strokes,
Your genius strokes,
Contrasting events with contrasting effects,
One leaves defects,
Both inspire awe.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Pleasure!

Pleasure.

The appetite and pressure for pleasure,
Fed and met without restrain,
Soon becomes an addictive drug,
An addiction on growth hormones,
And pleasure which otherwise should be a treasure,
Brings us double trouble in full measure.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Stop the hypocrisy.

Stop the hypocrisy.

If you hate corruption,
Don't you dare give a bribe,
And don't take one,
If you court the end of illiteracy,
Send an illiterate to school,
If you hate the hunger in the world,
Feed a hungry mouth,
If all the lying makes you sick,
Give the truth some life,
If you hate the hatred in the world,
Love somebody today,
If you hate the frowning in this place,
Put a smile on a face,
Even if it is yours,
It is as contagious as the cold,
Leave the things you hate alone,
If you can't stand the dirty streets,
Don't litter them yourself,
And pick up that littered paper by your side,
Do the things you want to see,
Stop the hypocrisy.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Memoire fatale.

Memoire fatale.

Memories of our time in the woods,
Knight me with a thousand knighthoods,
Memories which hallow an otherwise common place,
Where you resurrected the dying sun with the smile on your face,
When we watched the doe and the buck,
Grazing daintily with the grace of swimming duck,
Deer romance which made ours pale to nothing,
Oh that magical moment I will trade for nothing,
Memories of you in my arms,
Memories which turn against me with arms,
Which nourish a killing desire,
Light an all consuming fire,
Desire for one more time,
This time we'll celebrate with the finest wine.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary