Billy Johnson, MD, Ph.D
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Poetry

      

A poem of hope and faith that someday, we'll unite with loved ones that we missed through death.


                     When We Meet Again

One day---
When we meet again
I’ll give you flowers grown in my heart,
Fresh and pure, and without blemish
Nourished from the fountain of my eyes
And songs from birds that know my love for you
Butterflies that pour out their fragrance,
And the wind and sun that watch over you
As you sleep in eternal beauty.
 
Some day----
When we shall meet again,
We’ll romance in the garden of tranquil ocean,
We’ll sing with the symphony of Mozart,
Our voices so loud and sweet,
It will awaken the dead,
And the sick and dying will find strength,
And the afflicted and despised
Shall learn to forgive and love again.
 
Tomorrow, like yesterday---
When we meet again,
Let all glory and praise
Be to the love that conceived us
From the word of the spirit
From the emptiness into flesh
That feels, loves, hates,
And kills and rebels,
But never abandoned
By the merciful hands,
That mold life from clay.
 
Forever, we’ll be one---
When we shall meet again,
We’ll be the blooming flowers
Whose sweetest fragrance pours
From the water falls on the mountain top,
Pouring down with sweet music
Dashing upon us, just two
Bathing in the quiet stream, hugging
The corners of the deep valleys
As the sun strolls quietly by,
Changing the colors of the sky
And the shadows painted on the valleys.
 
We shall never part----
When we meet again,
Like children of innocence
And purity of heart and purpose,
We’ll play in the clouds above the skies,
And sleep in the bosom below tranquil streams.
Day after day, blessed with each other,
Rich with each other,
We’ll know happiness through each other;
As we awake from deep slumber,
To embrace and know life’s greatest gift,
The love we’ve for each other.
 
 

This poems ponders about what is really important in life---gold or charity of heart!


                Beautify Your Spirit

Beautify your spirit
Not with gold and silver
But with a charity of heart.
Enrich your body not with—
A pretty garment
But with a veil of happiness.
Given to you freely
Not from the greatness of your work,
Because no measure of your hand
Can account for all the grace
And happiness you freely enjoy.
 
Understand that no matter
Your achievements and glory
True happiness is a gift—
That‘s given to all ---
Not because we are good,
But because life is worthless
Without a glimmer of happiness.
 
Thus, open your hand,
Share your bounty and happiness
With your neighbors –
Even with your enemies,
Just like the soothing wind dancing
And singing across land and sea,
Brings you hope and happiness
Even when you don’t deserve it.

 

We all have friends, but you're lucky and fortunate if you have one that loves you unconditionally like a mother's love for her child. 
                               

                                 Friends

Friends that I adore
But one----
You lie besides me
In the soft awakening sun.
You bring out the child in me;
You forgive my foolishness,
You make me strong and mighty
And set me free like a bird,
Yet, it’s only in your arms,
I know freedom.
 
Friends I envision,
Only you---
You see in me what others don’t
You share my jokes, my yoke,
My joy---my darkness,
And my brightness,
And in spite of it all
You’re my rock of Gibraltar.
 
Friends I pray to have
But One----
Blessed with patience and tolerance,
Gifted with beauty of angels
Walking among us with humility,
With her fragrance of roses,
And a candle lit room
Burning through the darkness
As if million of bright stars,
Lighted up the heavens.

 

A poem for women liberation and happiness---empowering women to lift their head high up and be proud for so many wonderful gifts.


                            Sad Woman

You are a budding sweet flower,
Beautiful and delicate,
Yet, hardly aware of your power.
 
Don’t you know you’re enchanting?
And delicate to the touch?
Know who you are,
And be fearless to be a woman.
 
When you smile, so tenderly
It’s like a newborn’s eyes,
Beckoning for deep love
So sacred and serene.
 
Your heart is pure gold,
Your intentions noble,
I yearn to become your Romeo
Captured in your cocoon
Wrapped in the softness of petals.

 

          A poem of gratitude and soul searching


                                            Be

Be no more
Nor any less.
Accord no less
Accept no more.
Faithfully pray
For others always.
 
Be not powerful
But weakness dismiss.
Be not wealthy
But beggary curse.
Be simple outward
Inward style display.
 
Be cautious in joy
Thankful in suffering.
Abhor yourself
Others love dearly.
Constantly reveal yourself
To yourself.

 

             Triumph over anguish


                           Triumph

On my broken wings
Amidst killer stormy clouds
My love flies triumphantly
Like an eagle soaring home.
 
 
My last drop of tears
Is turning into blood
In my lover’s dying body.
But I’m forever, renewed with hope
Amidst this chaos of insanity.
 
 
My love springs over anguish
Triumphs over tribulation
Like a shooting star
In moonlight bliss.

 


               


           

 
 

Memories of deep love and intimacy invoked in deep moment of drifting thought and desire.


                   The Dance of the Wind

The rains gallop gallantly
The pounding on the roof
Is like a parade in the mud
Of a thousand Trojan horses.
 
Interposed between violent storms
And the quietness in the room,
Two young lovers entwine
Like petals folded, and then
Entwined into a lotus bud----
In the sacred dance of the wind.
 
Time drifts away upon the distant hills
Between storms moving in serenade;
Bolt of lightning strikes the hearts
With a fire of love and passion;
Watching the two---
In deep dream,
Through drifting clouds.