Nurses- hard to tempt
As men to pimps
Are we to nurses, they are immune to touch
Of men or vice versa.
But there is a difference.
Nurse can sense her husband’s touch
Unlike pimps,
Like a mother hearing her child amidst noise.
Men, take it for granted,
Nurses can be trusted
To be wife more than a home-in wife,
As nurses are men proof.
30.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mother and child
Who nurses better-
Mother or wife? Mother
Whom does one nurse better-
Child or mother? Child
Husband is unfortunate.
13.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How can anybody hate nurses? Nobody hates nurses. The only time you hate a nurse is when they're giving you an enema.
quote by Warren Beatty
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Dr.Rosin
shoves my belly
gently
a stethoscope
harmlessly
a invisible golf club
in his hands
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
baked fish
carrots and peas
apple juice
boiled chicken
feeds me up
regularly
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
sends me a nurse
in midnight
to take my blood
in hindsight
to take my flood
like a vampire
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
chats with nurses
a cup in a hand
sipps on the cup
chats with nurses
chats with nurses
patts my arm
Dr.Rosin
just asks me how I feel
poem by Istrat Gato
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Dementia
My mother forgot how to swallow.
Before that, she lost my face and my name,
erased from her memory by sickness and age.
Her nurses complained she took too long to feed
They wanted a peg and a tube for the deed
My mother forgot how to swallow
She forgot her late spouse, disremembered her vow.
With the loss of the past there is no here and now.
Once she read to my child, then my girl read to her-
Until all the sounds were a meaningless blur
My mother forgot how to swallow
Jesus and Mary and her patron saint
would loved to have helped her, so weak and so faint,
but she had forgotten the simplest prayer -
the beads in her hand little use to her here.
My mother forgot how to swallow
The night nurses found her while making their round
She was cold to the touch, no pulse to be found
She stared, eyes wide open, at the cross on the wall
Perhaps the Messiah had come after all.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Nurses are an integral component of the health care system, and it is important that we recognize the over 2.7 million registered nurses for the significant work that they do.
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For too long nurses have been undervalued, restricted in what they could do, with too few career opportunities in clinical practice. For far too long, nurses have endured a pay system that has held them back - both professionally as well as financially.
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Inside out
Each plays their part,
the unknowing heroes,
the vital cogs,
grinding, dogmatically along.
From unwilling filing clerks
to driven consultants,
from smiling receptionists
to fun loving nurses,
down in the mouth dentists
to worn out dental nurses,
from expert anesthetists
to concerned doctors.
They make a difference
every day, wittingly, unwittingly,
caring or uncaring,
it makes no odds
From ambulance staff to orderlies,
therapists to surgeons,
to care and look after you
and yours and then some.
There's no 15 minutes of fame
in the operating theatres,
no glorious applause
or curtain calls.
Encores only mean failure there,
you have to get it right first time
or lives are lost
hearts are broken.
Outside its doors
they are taken for granted
people trust, people rely on the NHS
inside and out of its wards.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Visual prostitutions
Be Air Hostess, Nurses,
Receptionists, Frontline Officers,
News Readers, TV. Announcers,
Personal Assistances
Not to say about Models and Dancers,
All women, comely women,
To add colour to the premises,
To spray flavour to the masses,
And to spray odour to the bosses.
A mere visual prostitution.
No less than pimps.
Egress of lust for women.
24.07.2000, Paralskhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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International Nurses’ Day,2009
Long time ago, a Nightingale
In human form, from Florence town,
Had rent the air, with tunes of joy,
Comfort and hope and painfree days,
For ailing souls and suffering ones,
And those about to die!
Known as the ‘Lady with the Lamp’,
She went across from bed to bed,
In hospitals and zones of war,
To heal the sick and bandage wounds,
From dawn to dusk and through the night,
With smiling face that made all bright!
The Founder of the nursing stock,
Had left her hundreds of her flock,
To render loving care for all
Diseased and sick, in throes of death,
Awaiting exit from this earth,
To where, suffering has no birth!
May nurses all, follow her call,
To render service globally,
To patients distressed by disease,
In times of war and times of peace,
And make the earth a paradise,
For just a paltry price!
The world can’t go on sans nurses!
The profession must noble stay;
And bestow love that patients need,
By selfless service, without greed.
Greetings to nurses on this day!
Let fame and fortune come your way;
All doctors join me, just to say,
‘A Truly, Happy Nurses’ Day! ’
Fondly dedicated to all nurses,
By the Dean, IRT PMC, Perundurai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-12-2009
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Doctor and Tools
Doctors need tools and changes,
To fight diseases and find the cures
Of a single life-time, of degrees that
Hide us and defend the body of humans.
Under the sky is a region in space
That presently does not cancel life
For planes are the gift of our day
And nights will expire, for ever.
Doctoring people will change operations
Into mad discussions of mild nature,
For the interviewing will be in progress,
Will change danger, like danger of death.
Many sides to the discussion, many to hide
As nurses are nurses, and doctors are right.
We change the doctor and you amaze the nurse,
When care has been commended to the ill.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Family life
At home
Husband
And wife...
Some time fighting...
Word's to words...
With bad words...
Sometime hit
The husband wife
Mistakes...
Wife was crying...
Husband was woory...
Wife also
Lovingely hit...
Husband also take easy...
At night husband
Wanted wife
For sex...
Wife will say
Backpain acting
Going for
Hear with life
Every day
At familylife...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Watching the Nurses Station
Sometimes, it seems so funny
Looking at the nurses station
From my fathers hospital room
When he's in the hospital
Once in a while one will hay hi
And they probable feel funny
But, what can you do about it
When his room is right aacross
From the nurses station
The chair is set just right
Do that you can see them
And you're not looking at them
You're just looking that way
poem by Jerry Abrahamson
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Thoughts
Learn to live together since we’re much more the same.
Only bad will happen when we try to look for blame.
As mother nurses child, we must nurse each mind.
Then ignorance, hate and jealousy are left far behind.
There’s good in each of us whether slug, bug or whatever.
All livings things must love, not hate, in this sliver of forever.
Be full of cheer; be glad you’re here; destroy signs of sorrow.
Smile today; have fun and play for who knows of the morrow.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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September: A Month to Remember
It was a perfect time of opportunity
For the hired nurses to work in Ministry.
Everyone was getting excited and ready
Because leaving the country
Was the only way to feed the family.
Telling goodbyes to friends and family
Was the hardest thing to say.
Pretending that everything was alright
But deep down their hearts were weeping
'Cause nobody knew what fates were waiting
For them in the State of Kuwait.
September was the month to remember
For the nurses who joined hands together
And who promised to help one another.
My brothers and sisters, thank you for
Remembering this month of the year.
Thank you for the friendship that lasted a year.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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When one hand is injured the other nurses it, when both hands are injured they nurse each other.
Hating Saturday
Christine hated Saturdays
on the locked ward
the day her fiancé
jilted her at the altar
the organ music playing
in the background
the flowers
the aisle carpeted
with that pattern
she will always remember
and as you saw her
across the way
looking out the window
you saw Eric the day kid
who was brought in
while his mother worked
was aggravating her
was poking her
in the back
and you saw red
and went and pushed him away
and that brought the male nurses over
and they stood between you both
and Eric glared at you
and the big nurse said
what's going on here?
and Eric said
it's him he pushed me
and Christine said
Eric was poking me
and Benedict was just
keeping him away
well calm down now
the fat nurse said
keep it cool
and so you and Christine
walked to another window
and peered out
at the snow
and she said
the creep
as if we haven't enough
to cope with without
that creep aggravating us
but thanks anyway
for keeping him away
and you said
that's ok
he gets to me too
I'll bop him
one of these days
when the nurses
aren't looking
and she smiled
and said
let me know when
I wouldn't want
to miss that
and you looked out
at the falling snow
that was settling
on the fields
and tree tops
and far off
you saw a tractor
moving over the ground
and seagulls were following behind
and she said
quite picturesque isn't it?
Yes
you said
kind of Christmas cardy
yes
she said
taking your hand
I wonder if we'll be
out of here before then?
and you felt kind of numb
as if maybe the whole world
had gone black
and the snow fell
and you squeezed
her hand sensing
the warm flesh
and her thumb rubbed
against yours
and behind you
the unlocking
and locking
of doors.
poem by Terry Collett
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Come On Be Brave! ' (By My Great Niece Kitty Cotton 11 yrs)
Doctors rushing everywhere,
Up and down the aisles,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Are there any rooms to spare! ’
The parents would say.
Nurses rushing everywhere,
In and out of rooms,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Don’t worry, all our nurses care! ’
The chief doctor would say
Into the staff rooms,
Into the offices,
Doctors crying, panicking
‘Oh come on be brave, it’ll all be over soon! ’
© Kitty Cotton
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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My Mother
My mother is always with me
I am always with my mother.
My mother hears my words
Eventhough I am unable to speak.
My mother nurses me
And I am alive.
My mother can see me clearly
Eventhough she shutup eyes.
No doubt no fear
When mother is here
When I am with mother
I have no tears.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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