Feeling Proud

Feeling very proud at present, I am embarking on another new writing adventure, I have been appointed as the Africa editor for the UK based EMS publication – Ambulance Today, circulation includes, Europe, Canada, the Pacific Rim and now Africa.

At Ambulance Today we are always looking to expand our ambulance news coverage to different parts of the globe, which is why we are proud to launch our new segment ‘From the Africa Desk’ and introduce our Africa Editor, Michael Emmerich.

The Africa Quarterly editorial, that I will be writing, will cover the main regions in Africa, with opinion pieces from various regional role players. Our focus will be on the key regions across the continent; East, West, Central, Sub Sahara and North Africa. I will explore key and relevant NGO’s and the vital role that they play in bringing medicine and emergency medicine to the continent. The first article will be in the Summer Edition (UK Summer), which is in the next week 🙂

To all the medical people who follow this page, if you have any ideas for special feature articles on ambulance care in any part of Africa drop me a mail. Equally, if you have any news items you would like  us to run either in our magazine or on our daily-updated global ambulance news website make contact.

To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you will walk this continent with me as we delve deeper into the respective regions in future articles. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate.

The Seduction Arcade

I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

the curve of your neck

the sound of your name

the arch of your back

and hints of flesh

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

the red of your heartbeat

the smell of the sheets

imprints in the bed

footprints in the sand

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

whispers in the air

the touch of your tongue

the heat of your skin

silk in your hair

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

water on your skin

lace across your body

leather and feathers

the textures arouse

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

the colours of lust

the setting sun

the eclipse of your heart

and tears on your cheeks

the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade

the rise of your breasts

the mist of your breath

like mist on the moors

it doesn’t have to make sense

still you turn me on

the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Engage to Change

no retreat

always engage

if not

what’s the point?

we all change the world


you must choose

construct or destruct

reject isolationism

embrace the world

engage if not change

all grains of sand have value

do right to them

while hanging in the balance

of the reality of life

when you turn and look back

what do you see?

what good am I

if I retreat from reality

ignoring your pain

turning my back while you die

what qualities do we espouse?

most of the time

some of the time

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Mastering Self

masters, wise men, fools

what's the difference?

who makes the rules?

coz' they get broken eventually

that's their appeal

masters, be at war or peace

like life

they build up and break down

leaving life or death

in their wake

got nothing to live up to

even when they fail

 is paradise in hell

has heaven been on earth?

time will tell

has it been worth it

what is your life worth?

resist dismiss

this constant struggle

an eternal youthful mind

constantly engaging

positively life affirming

existence is what

is at stake

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The Last Word

poets writers journalists

standing back

pens poised

prophesy awaits

philosophize with your pens

write it all


always the last word

the might of graphite

bleeding gray

stronger than steel

but oh so fragile

poets down there

write nothing at all

just stand backs to the wall

waiting for words to tumble

pens and swords

a clash of unequal minds

both carry lead

of a different weight

although one is ….


© 2017 michael d emmerich