Dreaming

By Louis Fink

Dr. Fink uses the genre of poetry to express his thoughts and feelings about a variety of topics, including travel, war, weather, places, holidays and seasons, friends and family, loves, labors, ills, and body/mind gymnastics. His eclectic collection of poems reminisce about the sailing of Popsicle stick fleets down city streets, pungent odors of Pine Bluffs paper mill drifting into Little Rock, aging body tattoos, and the titillation at the hands of a Thai masseuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543478013

Louis Fink

Louis M. Fink MD has spent most of the last fifty of his working years on diagnosing diseases. He has worked as a pathologist and teacher at several major medical centers. He has focused on the molecular, cellular, genetic and somatic manifestations of diseases. He has published numerous scientific articles and books and has received accolades for his work. He presently lives in the sunny desert of Las Vegas, far from his Brooklyn childhood of the Dodgers and Coney Island, where he uses poetic verses to contemplate on the how and why of being.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

AUTHOR

MEMORIES

ARISE

JOURNEYS

AIRPLANE TRIP

THE RED EYE

VOYAGE

HARD TRIP

AWAY

DESERT WARS

AFTER THE WAR

ADMIRAL OF THE GOOD HUMOR FLEET

ANTIOCH

PYRAMIDS OF MAN

OUT TO SEA

WAR VESSEL

SALUTE

TERROR (9/11)

VICTORS AND VICTIMS

BANGKOK BATHHOUSE

LOST AT SEA

THE KNIGHT

NIGHT FOG

BARFLY

PALESTINE

HERE AND NOW

TIME

DAWN

EDEN

HEAVEN’S CASTLE

DROUGHT

BAPTISMAL WINDS

THE OLD WHITE HOUSE

SUMMER AFTERNOON

LITTLE ROCK

WINTER’S ENTRANCE

HURRICANE

HURRICANE LENORE

WINTER STORM

AFTER THE STORM

NO NIGHT

TSUNAMI

GLOBAL POLLUTION

FISHERMAN’S TALE

OLD SNOWBIRD

SOUTHERN COMFORT

SOUTHERN DAYBREAK

SNOWY DAY

LAST DAY

NEW YEARS IN TIMES SQUARE

JULYS GONE BY

WORDS

FRIENDS

ME

LIFE

SECRETS

TATTOO LOVE

TATTOOS

TOGETHER FOREVER

TOGETHER

YOU ARE THE ONE

LOST LOVE

DREAMING

FIRE

COUNTING

UPSIDE DOWN

NIGHT LIGHTS

TALES

THE JOGGER

WANDERING RUNNER

THE WIN

WORKOUT

STRETCH

POOL

THE THIN EDGE OF THE WEDGE: FAR FROM THE MEAN OR MEDIUM

WHIPPED, SPENT AND LOVE

WALK DON’T RUN

RUNAWAY

KITE FIGHT

THE LAUGHING BUDDHA

COMPUTER CHATTER

SCRABBLE

BIRTHDAY/100 YEARS

CONTENTIOUS CONSUMPTION

EURO

EVERYTHING

METEORS

FETCH

UFO

SLICED AND DICED

HOUSE OF CARDS

IT AIN’T FAIR

PARTNERS UNDONE

DIRTY HANDS

THE MARKETS

SALE

VEGAS

RAIN ON A VEGAS SUMMER DAY

GOLD MINE

ROAD WARRIOR

I PHONE / BLUETOOTH

WE PHONES/A MODERN COUPLE

SIRI

GPS/NEVER LOST

TIGER

ALLEY CAT

HOUSE MOUSE

NATURE

MY FORREST

THANKSGIVING TOAST

LAST LEAF

TODAY

MY DAY

DANCE

PRIMA DIVA

PRINCESS OF THE GARDEN

KO, CHAMPS GONE

FLING AT THE FAIR

YOUR SONGS

SOUNDS OF MUSIC

GUITAR LOVE

COVER GIRL

VIDEO

MY DOLL

ARTIST’S BLOCK

FATHERS

MOTHERS AND SONS

HEART DOCTOR

PHYSICIAN EXTRODINAIRE

MENCH

ONE WAY LOU

SKIN+

AGING

DISCOMBOBULATED

PASSING ON

AMNESIA

PSYCHOLOGICAL AUTOPSY

CEREBRAL CEMETERIES

NOCTURNE

IDLE DAYS

OPERATION

GONE

AU REVOIR

THE END

For my wife pat, my mother pauline, my children

And all my friendS

AUTHOR

When the wind has blown

And your seeds have grown.

When time seems so slow

And you’ve no where to go,

Turn the pages in my book,

Let your eyes have a look.

To touch, to sense, to feel,

To find out what is fake or real.

Some words may warm your heart

And some may not be so smart.

Naked is me,

Open and bare for you to see.

My loves, my strengths, my hates and hurts,

My wants, my needs, my sins.

MEMORIES

Forgotten or never known.

The moment of our conception.

Love upon tomorrow’s dawn

Embraces many dark nights long ago.

Firm soft flesh of our youth.

The fate of yesterday’s tear.

The humor of an untold joke

Rediscovered or remembered.

The strength of bone and muscle

Rebuilt after fractures from falls.

Bursts of light from new morning suns.

Beauty in the sunset when the day is done.

Graspings of a newborn baby’s hand.

The sweetness of your kiss last night.

ARISE

The Morning Mist Rose From The River Valley,

Shades Of Gray.

Droplets On Flower Petals, Like Crystal Chandeliers

Reflected The Morning Sun.

Birds Began To Sing Their Songs,

Nests Alive With Chattering Chicks.

In The Fading Darkness A Rooster Crowed

And The Hens Began To Lay.

Wandering Weary Cats Came Home To Rest

From Chasing Vermin In The Darkness.

The Blazing Ball Of Sun

Floated Up From The Horizon

To Burn Away The Night’s Chill.

My Eyes Blinked Clear

And The Cobwebs Were Torn From My Brain.

I Stretched And Arose,

Inhaling The Life Of Day.

Mornings Energy Flowed,

The Pulse Of Life Perfused.

My Vessels Began To Beat.

JOURNEYS

Storms blew north

And the birds flew south.

Roads ran east

As rivers ran west.

I know not which way is best.

Planes fly fast.

Makes no difference

If you have no place to go.

Stand me up and spin me around,

Show me a map so I can be found.

Give me a compass and a flashlight

To show me the way, day or night.

Cast me an axe to cut down a tree

To build me a boat to cross the sea.

Toss me a rope to scale cliffs of stone

Find me a friend, so that i’m not alone.

Take us to places unseen,

To meadows and mountains pristine.

Have us look up and out at a star

So, heaven and earth are not too far,

Teach us to love the place where we are.

AIRPLANE TRIP

To lands of different tongues,

Over untrod mountains and deserts,

Over waters unsailed, I fly.

So high, where no bird has ever flown.

So fast, seeming to race the sun and moon.

Below the shadows of puffed clouds

Dot the checkerboard landscape of farms.

Often the cotton ball clouds coalese

Into a giant amorphous pillow

That beckons me to come and lie.

Mountains with ice and snows

Are trailposts to rivers

Bound for salty ocean tides.

As the plane arrives,

Through portholed windows I see

First houses and highways, then trees and cars,

Wheels reach down and slap the tarmac.

Reversed engines roar as we taxi

To walk ways with giant proboscises

Rolling out to