"The Apothecary," Paolo Antonio Barbieri, 1637‘This Will Not Make the News Today’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society June 9, 2016 Poetry 1 Comment This Will Not Make the News Today “My mother told me to take nothing stronger than aspirin.” —Bruce Dale Wise By Dr. Weslie Ubeca O, we have come far from the years of back-yard farmacy, when business had not dented medicine and dentistry, when healthy goods comprised organic pharmaceuticals, when up to seventy percent were plants and minerals. Fast forward to the present day—the situation’s changed. The FDA defines a drug as something that’s arranged without the use of substances one would call natural, and drug-laced medicines are now imbued with chemicals. I would not say the human being’s being sacrificed; but well before Big Pharma’s soar, Sweet Nature’s cures sufficed. Connecting By Sri Wele Cebuda He wanted all his stress to go away, and so he sat down on the brown mat in the middle of his cozy flat. He spread his legs out to his sides, and stretched them out and wide. He longed to leave behind his troubles and go on a ride. He longed to tap into the ever-moving universe, and catch the flows and flux of life and see their routes disperse. He felt new power surging through his body where he was. It seemed so natural a high, a clean, electric buzz. He threw his hands up to the sky, but had to bring one down, o, every now and then to check he was still on the ground. A Lone White Sail By Cadwel E. Bruise The sea is gleaming in an azure streak beneath the sky. A lone white sail shows but for an instant in the light. What did it leave behind—what lovely lands did it depart? Where does it go? What does it seek, o, secrets of the heart? It is not happiness it seeks, nor joy there where it flies. The billows play. The tall mast bends. The fresh breeze moans and sighs. The blue waves dance and tremble in translucent shimmering. The sun’s bright rays caress the sea, aquiver, glimmering. It longs, it begs for brisker winds, for maelstroms unleashed, as if in stormy weather it might find a calming peace. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State who often writes under anagrammatic pseudonyms. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Evan Mantyk June 13, 2016 Some brilliant insight in the first poem … from a doctor no less! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.