| Poetry Corner |
- Poem:
Ode to The
OP/ED Writer
- Glen
Hameroff OpEdNews.com
- Ritalin Rock
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- by Lawrence Klein, Montreal Canada
- This
is not addiction, this is the plague.
Heroin? Crack cocaine? Let us save
our sons and daughters from this scourge,
Quick - an emetic - as we purge
our society of addiction. We worship freedom,
except if there's a prescription.
- Pretty
Dumb and deaf - how can we be
to the most vulnerable in society.
Our children are prescribed - Vitamin R,
That's Ritalin, 'cuz they fidget by far
too much. Here swallow the new time release - Concerta
It will smooth out your day - and keep you alert, ahhhh
but at what cost? Well McNeil just paid... several billion,
to sell it to you, so you'll pay a zillion.
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Sit Up Straight! Pay Attention! Don’t Fidget!
- Focus.
Concentrate. Take your meds, and get with it.
- You
can swallow your pills, they say no fear.
- Or
use Neurofeedback - get your brain PERMANENTLY in gear.
- ___________________
- We
used to read books, watch sunsets in the park.
- Now
MTV, PC’s and MP-3’s bark
- out
rap music that says we should be chilin’,
- But
what is the secret, My body is willing,
- But
my mind is on autopilot, up hi or down low,
- Where’s
the controls, I really want to Know.
- A
pill just ain’t the answer on how to attend
- To
my work. And I can no longer pretend
- There’s
nothing wrong; as I re-read the last page,
- For
the fifth time. I have no gauge
- To
adjust my attention. They say I’m ADD.
- But
I know when I’m creative and want to be free
- To
control my brain, with my own EEG
- BIOFEEDBACK
is going to set me FREE.
- ____________________________
- Sit
Up Straight! Pay Attention! Don’t Fidget!
- Focus.
Concentrate. Take your meds, and get with it.
- You
can swallow your pills, they say no fear.
- Or
use Neurofeedback - get your brain PERMANENTLY in gear
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- Copyright
Lawrence Klein 2003
- www.thoughttechnology.com
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- Myth
- Bob
Lupo
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- We strove—
- struggled they’d say in history books
- (written by the winners as all books are)
- & it was some of that,
- names curled to be correct,
- religions sniffed as if suspect
- faces screened to weed away incompetents.
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- And gave our children and theirs
- self-served truths, storied & stiff,
- paved the Avenue in $$$$ signs,
- forgotten the trauma & sweat,
- tears & blood & smoked words—
- the need to fight,
- denying rights to others as if
- the first on shore & in the voting halls
- were better born.
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- We seized the prize for us & ours,
- buds in sunny May guided our way,
- somewhere between the struggle and the prize
- others came in/locked doors tremble
- when freedom’s wind blows in.
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- Things went awry,
- earth’s not heaven
- no matter the nymph’s sigh.
- We think ourselves
- pure as egrets sipping Seas
- in salty mists,
- wild roses on wind-blown Points,
- memories yeah—they lie.
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- We settle now for flat screen TV,
- push a button
- look & listen
- myths seep via words
- pictures & undulations—
- sway to the hallucination,
- we’re set for the next history lesson.
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Bob Lupo
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