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Hats Off To You Dr. Cameron and JoAnn

Dr. Cameron with your shiny bright smile

let me stay longer and rest for a while.

I really felt rested finally at last-

your acupuncture worked

I slept better that night on my back.

Thank you Dr. Cameron for your sincere concern

reminding me to build strength; be merry

which I took to heart and learned.

Dr. Cameron has studied in Japan and China too

He knows a lot about pain management

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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Sabrina The Gypsy Lady

Dark eyes with black wavy long hair,
speaking German with a flair.
Sabrina always made me laugh,
When she said letter “w”
When she gave her red lips a smack.
She had an accent through and through.
she was born in Germany and was a Gogo dancer too.
Went to Jimmy Hendrix party with her,
everyone in dressed like hippies without a care.
Christmas parties at Minneapolis studio,
had different art installations that did glow.
Sabrina Gypsy Lady drives a Saab,
it’s engine always ran on and on.
Ran on and on in her backyard,
she lived in south Minneapolis,
with her 3 daughters and a dog.
Sabrina danced the belly dance,
hands in air, not by chance.
Now I sprained my ankle outside her door,
she put needles in me while I was on the floor.

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sabrina The Gypsy Lady

Dark eyes with black wavy long hair,
speaking German with a flair.
Sabrina always made me laugh,
When she said letter 'w'
When she gave her red lips a smack.
She had an accent through and through.
she was born in Germany and was a Gogo dancer too.
Went to Jimmy Hendrix party with her,
everyone in dressed like hippies without a care.
Christmas parties at Minneapolis studio,
had different art installations that did glow.
Sabrina Gypsy Lady drives a Saab,
it's engine always ran on and on.
Ran on and on in her backyard,
she lived in south Minneapolis,
with her 3 daughters and a dog.
Sabrina danced the belly dance,
hands in air, not by chance.
Now I sprained my ankle outside her door,
she put needles in me while I was on the floor.

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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves

His playful eyes are framed by a bearded face.
The energy comes through the roots, he says.
If you cut the stems, you're truncating power.

His place exhales an alchemical aura.
A stairway painted in bright rainbow colors
leads to the music research laboratory.
Next to it, in the lavish garden citrus trees
grow amidst healing herbs and exotic plants.

The walls of the house are covered
with a rococo of mosaic stones,
pieces of reflective metal
and chunks of discarded marble
that stand apart from the gritty character
of the 110th Avenue in Queens.

The basement glares in psychedelic colors.
The interior is filled with musical instruments
computers, electronic stethoscopes,

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poem by Paul Hartal
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There must be something to acupuncture - you never see any sick porcupines.

quote by Bob Goddard
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I tried acupuncture, the patch, and hypnosis, but found that I needed to do it alone - when the time was right for me.

quote by Christy Turlington
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Savoring The Images Of An Early Morning Sunshine

needles of light
pricking your face like Chinese
acupuncture

blue and white butterfly-clouds
gray crab-stones
beetle-pebbles
showers of golden-dusts
emerald mountains
ruby-twilight
turquoise-blue-drea ms
diamond hopes
platinum-self.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sated

Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;

deep enough to pinch the nerves
without drawing blood

wriggling acupuncture
accoutrement

Staring Sated Smirk of Long
Slow blinking Content

She loves me like a Kind
Generous Woman

(for my cat)

poem by Randy Resh
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I like the sound of violin

Sharp and probing
Pricking like needles
My heart is numb and painful
Acupuncture violin
Pricking my heart my soul

I become lost too unbecoming
My defined peace
It is here in settled absences
Nothing fills it

Now it must be something coming new
Filling pricking needles of violins
Make me live make me pain some more.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The House In The Middle Of A War Field

There was a house in the middle of a war field,
A conspicuous little dot on the vast patch of land.
And many beasts fought bloody wars around it,
Yet the house unperturbed, remained rooted to the sand.

All doors and windows of this house had been shut for aeons,
Some people lived inside away from the truth, so abominable.
They lived there guarded, sometimes pretended to not hear the cries,
Ignorance being the prime weapon in their arsenal.

One day a curious young girl in the house said something rather strange,
She wanted to see the world outside, she wanted to be freed.
Everyone disagreed, they said its too dangerous and she will perish.
But she didn't fear death, she despised the creed.

It took her decades to convince the others, and after a lot of coaxing they agreed.
Their hollowed souls were tired of simply existing, to them even death seemed like an adventure.
And so for the first time, the rusty doors of the house had opened,
The sun rays heralded a moment of enlightenment.

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poem by SaviorsLavish Human
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