The Beacon On The Hill
The beacon
welcomes incoming
and farewells outgoing planes
on the other side
of the valley
patients arrive at the hospice
by ambulance
and too soon
leave their earthly bodies
behind.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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When He Calls
(paul kennerley)
When darkness fills the valley
Fear and dread strive deep within us
But our burdens soon will be lifted
When these old homes turn to dust
When he calls
Im going to live with jesus
In his kingdom he welcomes everyone
I shall not fear no more earthly peril
For he will carry me home
Now satan will come to tempt me
But Ill try to resist sinful ways
And I pray that Ill find salvation
In that peaceful home far away
When he calls
Im going to live with jesus
In his kingdom he welcomes everyone
I shall not fear no more earthly perils
For he will carry home
When he calls
Im going to live with jesus
In his kingdom he welcomes everyone
I shall not fear no more earthly peril
He will carry me home
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Airly Beacon
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the pleasant sight to see
Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,
While my love climbed up to me!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the happy hours we lay
Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,
Courting through the summer's day!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the weary haunt for me,
All alone on Airly Beacon,
With his baby on my knee!
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Jam..
On the road
Sound horn
Running ambulance...
Jam on the road
Many buses
Bycycles
Twoweller's
Car's
Stoped ther...
Ambulance
Also stoped...
Patient was
Critical stage
In side the ambulance...
Road way was
Not clear...
O2 cylinder
was emty;
patient respration
Was very fast...
The road way
Clear ambulance
Move very fast...
But;
Patient was serieas
On the ambulance...
Sound horn only
Shouting
Way for the road
Patient was died...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Conquest at the Hospice
For saying yes to be admitted
into the hospice, she has actually
accepted the seriousness of her
health case, that she is now
at the mouth of death.
She sends sms to dear friends
not telling that she is right at
the hospice but only wishing them
all the best in life that they
may keep their trust in God
to the very end of their days.
She knows how her daughters
have been saddened by her case
The medical treatment at the hospital,
taken so diligently each passing day,
has not really relieved her from
the agony in her mortal body.
And yet, during her last days,
as long as her lungs tolerate to breathe,
she uses the time to talk to friends,
sends them sms and wishes them all the best.
This hospice is her fortress of hope,
of courage to look at death face to face.
And we, who mourn over her last days,
realize how at this hospice, she has
vanquished the ugliness of death.
______________
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Ambulance that Got Away
When Grandpa suffered a turn, we
Called the ambulance, right away,
They strapped him onto a gurney
So he couldn't sit up, or sway,
‘We'll see you up at the hospital, '
We cried, as we waved him well,
The ambulance went with bells and lights
Like a demon bound for hell!
Grandma wasn't at home, we
Had to phone her on the cell,
She couldn't come back just then, she said
She was having a fainting spell,
So we waited until he was settled in
Then drove in a convoy down,
To the hospital at Ullarook,
Just fifty miles from town.
The nurse at the desk said: ‘No-one here
By the name of Alfred Groom,
We only have private patients here,
We bed them, one to a room,
If he hasn't got private cover, then
You'll have to look elsewhere,
Maybe the ambulance took him off
To the hospital at Bulnare.'
We phoned the hospital at Bulnare:
‘He hasn't been seen round here,
There was an ambulance, come to think,
But he left with a flea in his ear!
We don't take patients from out of town
There's few enough beds for us,
He's probably over at Gundacoot,
They run their own private bus.'
We drove ten miles to Gundacoot,
An ambulance sat in the drive,
We thought, ‘Thank God, he must be here!
Let's hope that he's still alive! '
We all raced in through the sliding doors
And crowded around the Nurse:
‘Who? Alfred Groom, in a private room?
Not here! ' We left with a curse!
We split up the convoy into two,
I drove to the nearest town,
A middling place called Jerribee
With a hospital, quite run down,
‘The government cut our funding, '
Said the Nurse in the parking bay,
‘We shut down twenty beds last week,
Your Dad isn't here today.'
My son had travelled the other way
To Inkermine on the coast,
The hospital there had a hundred beds
The locals were wont to boast,
‘He's isn't here, but the ambulance
Was spotted on leaving town, '
My son had sighed on his endless ride
When he called on the mobile phone.
That night when Grandma got her breath
She went to the ambulance place,
She battered him with her umbrella
Knocking his glasses clean off his face:
‘Where did you take him, tell me now
Or I'll have to call the police!
What? Are your ears painted on! '
‘We took him to Bungaleese! '
The only place that would take him was
The Medical Clinic there,
It isn't even a hospital
And you sit on a leather chair,
When we finally got to Bungaleese
Grandpa could barely talk,
We said, ‘We'll get you an ambulance! '
‘No thanks, ' he growled, ‘I'll walk! '
29 August 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Happy World Nurses Day 2012! ' (Advance Wishes from a Doctor)
Nurses are …
The ones who aid the doctors heal,
With tender loving care;
The ones who watch the patients feel
The pain, and help them fare!
The ones who stay bed-side and see
The sufferings of those ill;
The ones who treat the malady
By checking drugs and bill!
The ones who say words of kindness
To allay fear, console;
The ones who bring back happiness
To patients by their role!
The ones who make the beds for sick,
And tuck them off to sleep;
The ones who raise, bring down the wick,
Responding to each beep!
The ones who work the magic full,
And keep the ailing clean;
Those ones bring heaven upon hell,
To sick in earthly scene!
poem by John Celes
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The ambulance outside.
Can you see that ambulance outside?
I suppose you wonder what it doing there?
Bet you think what's the nutter done now?
She's a right one her.
Thats what they all think.
She's an attention seeker and she's nuts.
It's what everybody thinks about me.
But if you look into my eyes.
You'll see a life time of pain.
The smile I wore was a disguise.
So what's that ambulance doing outside?
The nutter slashed her arms.
She killed her self.
So that ambulance outside,
Has come to take the nutter away.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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One is valued for its future
Upcoming train is growing in size;
Down going train dwindle in size.
Incoming things look more than life size.
Outgoing things fade less than life size.
23.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Valley Of The Dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Went the gang of four
Song number one and the rhythm up amping
Drummer beats down 4/4 rock ranking
A bass so deep thud thud spines shaking
And all around mad eyes are rolling
Made up and stunning
As the feet get moving
As the pressure rising
White faces staring
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gang of four
Song after song rockettes up rocking
One hundred watts scream man
My ears are bleedin
Hot bodies charged blonde locks a givin
And all around - young girls are fainting
Their hearts a pumpin
As the spikes are dancing
Shank girl shanking
I saw love vibrating
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gallant four
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
As into the valley of the dolls
4 skulls are splitting
5 fingers are clicking
6 strings are burning
7th hour approaching
8 legs are stomping
9 lives are groovin
10 thousand coasting
X generating
As into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley
Into the valley of the dolls
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Sonnet: The Patient Poor!
The smiles of gratitude on being healed,
That lights the face of patients very poor,
Gives satisfaction more than covers sealed
From patients wearing shoes high-heeled and fur!
The etiquette of villagers unread,
Surpasses that of urban men ‘degreed’,
Well-dressed in foreign cars, overly fed,
With haughty laughter, showing off their greed!
Oh, what a lovely heart, the poor man has!
His humble voice and stance can lure the Doc;
Diseases strike more poor bodies; Alas,
For them, the health-providers scarcely talk!
The coins of love that patients poor empty
Are worth more weight in gold than dollars free!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-1-2006
poem by John Celes
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Red Ambulance
so that ambulance just went by
and if you were high
the flashing lights would be a show
red as the blood she spilled
red enough to let her go
she filled in the outlines with her nails
just as red as she
then there was a red circus, for sale
as she red as she would be
and the fire was just so
that the red blazes burned her eyes
i think it was the red that let her go
like the red from her eyes after a person cries
so red, so real, from wrist to lights
so red, everytime, even in the night
shes like the savior
or the sacrafice
her nails, or the nails of the cross?
was it it the cross on the red ambulance
with the red lights?
or was it the cross of the savior, the sacrifice
was it all red every night?
is this a remake or the living
from the wrists
on the nails
where the lights
on the ambulance
with the cross
of the savior
with the nails
on the wrists
in the ambulance
with the cross
of the savior
red from the nails
on the wrists
that lay in the ambulance
the flashing red lights
near the cross
of the savior?
the sacrifice?
in the wrists
red with nails
on the cross
of savior or the saved?
ambulance
or cross
the wrists
the nails
the lights
the ambulance
the cross
the savior
with all the red
poem by Kathryn Garner
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Great writers arrive among us like new diseases threatening, powerful, impatient for patients to pick up their virus, irresistible.
quote by Craig Raine
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A Common Day
We arrive at school
Then we say hello
We go about our day
We both leave school
Then we say goodbye
We head on home
This is our common day
Like most friends it makes us happy
You could say we have a strong bond
Two buddies just hanging out
A common day for common folk
Just two of a kind
We arrive at school
Then we say hello
We go about our day
We both leave school
You don’t say goodbye
Something is wrong
What has happened?
Our routine has changed
Why did you change it?
Did I do something wrong?
You look sad
I will talk to you tomorrow
I arrive at school
I can’t say hello
You are not there
I leave school
I can’t say goodbye….ever again
Why did you take your life?
poem by Paul Celano
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Trains And Boats And Planes
Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
To someone else but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
We were so in love, and high above
We had a star to wish upon. Wish
And dreams come true, but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
You are from another part of the world
You had to go back a while and then
You said you soon would return again
I'm waiting here like I promised to
I'm waiting here but where are you?
Trains and boats and planes took you a way
But every time I see them I pray
And if my prayers can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Flame Of Passion
Our clothes clung to our bodies
like a delicate film of gossamer
as we swam in the warm waters
under the moon’s silver light.
When we touched, our senses
drove us into ecstasy
arousing within us the urge
that would never set us free
as the night swallowed us
within its warm desire.
Clinging to one another
as if our life depended on it
as the incoming tidal waters
swirl around our entangled bodies
as we lay upon the shore.
Breeching the gates of heaven
for now and ever more.
27 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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08 Hospital - Hospitality
I visited Hospital for a check up on an orthopaedic operation I had a few years ago. This acrostic shows my observations.
H opelessness people straring so blankly
O rthopaedic - brittle bones - broken bones
S miling nurses giving reassurance
P atients - patience - porters - posteriors
In patients - out patients - impatience
T rollies with bodies - scalpels and tea
A nxious wait - X-ray and full body scan
L ets go before they amputate everything!
John Knight - 6 March 2011
poem by John Knight
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You cease to move into yourself, away from others. You give up your antagonism. You begin to move toward others in love. God moved toward you in gracious, outgoing love, and you move toward others in that same outgoing love.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Why did you leave?
Cheyenne Gibbs
On January 27th,2009
You left us
Brokenhearted
Why did you leave?
Why did He take you now?
How could He take you out of your pain
But put us in so much?
Spina-Bifida was your disease
You acted like it was nothing
You were outgoing, sweet, and caring
The best friend anyone could ask for
We all think of you every day
We reminisce in memories
Playing outside with you
Jamming to music
So much fun
So playful
So pretty
Why did you leave us?
poem by Breanna Schwartz
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Belinda
Death comes by man but,
Belinda is my lover so sweet;
In this life,
There are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies:
But, i will always remember Belinda.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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