love is beauty wrapped
in the seconds of one’s life
stop, linger longer
taste, savour
and just breathe
ensuring this moment in time
is frozen and not forsaken
be enfolded, firmly,
yet with tenderness
just linger and be seen
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Reading a few of my poems at an arts festival this weekend … excited, nervous, unsure … first time I will be reading my poems in a public domain, exposing my thoughts, emotions and journey to strangers, in person. Totally different feeling from posting them online or reading to a friend now and again. Possibly the next step in me moving into a more “serious” position on my writings. 😱📖🤔
Selected 5 poems to read (doing some practice readings) , will gauge the audience a see how many they can handle.
#mythoughts #mypoetry
at the centre of his imagination all is blurred or veiled this continual tussle between reveal or shadow inevitably creating a journey of suspense allowing for at times, no resolution or closure retreating into these lost shadows this private reticence of an untold, nay oft told story out of sight, off camera might become an annoyance but is it not the journey rather than that, never reached destination that casts the longer shadow and matters more?
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burdens weighing you down
solitude standing wounded bruised
will never be the same again
yet, struggling to remain
this warrior struggles to remain relevant
is there beauty in the dissonance?
compassion doomed to atrophy
but yet expectations remain
father time approaches
veiled with the cloaked of deceit
bearing down as one avoids
that stinging gift
I am awake it’s not over
expectations of invincibility despite
having had enough
lurching back into the fray
that next rubicon beckons
cold helpless alone
coming together joining as one
together we’ll cross the river
fields of tombstones standing in silent watch
appearing as a living breathing entity
it’s about death,
but of course, life gives death meaning
the sublime beauty of repeating imagery
stretching to infinity
yet I’m lost in my own finite world
silence lingers in the air as the dust settles
why are we here, do we exist?
as I gaze ahead, I ponder what I leave behind
what dust of me remains, if even
but yet, here I stand with the remains
still alive
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the only way to beat death
is to live
…..
the only way to live
is to have hope
…..
the way to have hope
is to have courage
……
pushing on gives optimism
whatever begins, ends
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When experience is tossed aside in the pursuit of financial gain and not patient gain |Tales from my stethoscope | Mike Emmerich |#Podcast |#ebizradio
36 years working in the Emergency Medical Services; thousands of patients; endless months in remote locations. Listen to Mike Emmerich’s story.
The Winter Edition for 2020, has hit the shelves, it’s live now on Ambulance Today.
This Africa Quarterly (written whilst resting up at home in South Africa, after 380 days working on the road) explores the challenges of companies failing to interact with front-line staff at so many levels – as “Editor Joe” says:
“You cannot see this year through without ranting at something. Be realistic. Regular contributor, Mike Emmerich, has picked a very deserving target in corporate companies who have promoted support to their frontline workers during this year’s pandemic, but seemingly without input from those very same people who have actually lived through those difficulties first-hand. An extremely important conversation, which may be easily overlooked!”
Click on the link below to download and read the entire magazine (you’re welcome) and of course my article on page 32 & 33
From the Africa Desk of Ambulance Today – The Banality of Corporate Arrogance
Ambulance Today Winter Ed 2020
To all the followers of this page, if you want to see an article written about any specific aspect of Emergency Care on the African continent, or get me to interview a key role player, 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 please make contact.
For the readers from Africa, if you wish to advertise or have a free advertorial written up in the magazine, make contact and lets see how I can assist …
To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you are enjoying this journey, as we continue to explore this fascinating continent. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate – Enjoy!
© 2020 michael d emmerich
“Nonintervention does not mean that nothing happens.
It means that something else happens.”
Christopher Hitchens
On this day when we remember the fallen, lets gave pause for thought, to the boys forced to become men, to become killers. In silent contemplation, I at times shout out to my silence; why do we discard our best and brightest to senseless conflicts. The hopes and disappointments of generations of young (mostly) men/boys are always dashed at the altar of political expedience and greed. Young men fighting old men’s wars. The First World War poets have always stuck a deep chord on my soul and I reread the poems and contemplate deeply on the what, why, how and the loss. The poetry of Owen, Rosenberg, Blunden, Gurney and Sassoon are those that I turn to when I need to pause and think, why is this world so fucked up?
Consequently, I have put my pen to writing about war, and the effect it has had on me; as who served, and on our youth and the broader society. Here are some of the poems I have written with a precise of what inspired/motivated me to to put pen to paper. Not in the same league as Owen and Sassoon, but hopefully it will cause you dear reader, to pause, and reflect as to where we are going in this crazy world.
Upon reflecting on my time in the military/war as an Ops Medic, my mind flitted around the war, in which I was involved, and its unpopularity (in my opinion) and the baggage that one carries after the fact. The PTSD that soldiers carry with them for life, but that society has long forgotten, especially if the war was unpopular. Sting said: “History will teach us nothing” in some respects he is true.
The passing of Muhammad Ali gave me pause for reflection on the issues of war, forcible conscription and all that goes with it, he went to prison rather than be drafted to serve in Vietnam. I then reflected back on my time when I was forcibly conscripted in 1981 and my battle with the process of all that is war.
This arose from a dream I had, which then made me think back to a Wilfred Owen poem I read, “Strange Meeting”. Upon further reflection I cast my mind back to when I was an Ops Medic in the bush war in 1981/82 and the time I spent treating patients at the main POW camp in the now Namibia. My thought process then meandered through a montage of past present and future. It was a difficult poem to write but the words just spilled out once I began.
Penned this on the International day of Peace in Sept this year. To quote John Lennon: Give Peace a chance.
…. and a few others:
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battered, bruised
used and abused
but not destroyed
deception, lies and bullshit
no bond just a hypocrite
is their holy writ
the weight presses down
yet ...
when the call goes out
the deal goes down
I’m still willin’
coz I care
…….
unlike some
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