duty calls conflicting with the heart which is more important what do we know? does not knowing burden the weary traveller sadness presses down but we are alive beaten down by the weight of fate alone we stand shoulder to shoulder how cautious can we be? stand up and be free whilst continuously coming up for air
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are a few more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter
1. fact becomes fiction reality becomes life alternate is the new the norm drink and feast for tomorrow you die 2. travelling into my space the road less travelled dipping in and out just visiting a scary process discovering what lies beneath at my place 3. poets, dreamers & writers who do you talk to and where do you go? to those who live in strange places dead spaces and dream places?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
the present is a construct of the past every breath we have taken is the sum of who we are that past we remember does it affect our present? does forgetting cleanse our slate? are we bound by the rattling cold chains that bind us to as distant memory? does time eventually conquer us? are we only doomed to repeat history if we remember it? the constant past that never leaves is it a blessing or a curse? do moments give birth to new moments? or are they transformed into the next state of flux that clean slate of the now is ready redefine the now using yesterday’s palette paint a new tomorrow
© 2017 michael d emmerich
inspiration, that which born from not knowing drives us to discover to tackle the uncertain in the hope that certainty arrives grasping at the uncertainty of life pushes us to embrace that continuum of not knowing if or when certainty will arrive but arrive it will turning the unknown into the known that empty canvas into the most majestic sunrise on a glorious new day flush with new discoveries
© 2017 michael d emmerich
red mist glazes over it’s to dark to see the eyes glaze over into that 1000 yard stare darkness draws nigh the veil is torn the pathway opens yes, I have seen the world but not sure which darkness draws nigh I am coming not one second to soon as the tragedy of history repeats itself
© 2017 michael d emmerich
time spent apart is lost in life’s forgotten mist never to be recovered lost but not forgotten distance …. makes the heart grow distant bridging the gap of miles never comes easy broken bridges, rebuilt over time broken memories need to be stronger than any broken bridge absence …. makes the heart grow absent times cloak of darkness descends and masks light, love and memories build memories must be built to withstand the storms of life when miles come between love like time is constant
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥
closer to the edge
day by day
I skirt the sepia
my darkness
my solitude
I’ll lock the door
block the door
maybe step outside
and change the world
welcome to my world
my inner eternal battles
where even blood is gray
when coagulated by time
hope pushes out fear
pain and despair
is it all in vain
as I chase the gray
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.
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
no retreat always engage if not what’s the point? we all change the world everyday 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
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