Malpractice
He was the first to graduate,
top of his class at that.
Male nurse he was,
an oxymoron for the crowd,
but he had stuck with all,
had soon excelled and stunned
the staff and the examiners.
He woke each morning, before five,
slipped in the starched and white
then crowned it all by slinging one
his graduation gift, a bell type, too
across his rigid shoulders, pride
as well as practicality and need,
it was the seal of their approval, yes indeed.
On Christmas Eve, he'd volunteered,
they brought a toddler with a temp of 43,
he called the Registrar to get the go
and drew the morphine into glass, precisely so.
The child soon died, it had been calculated wrong,
the dose had been the proper one for one full grown,
perhaps the doc had figured this one way too strong
but here he was, the one in charge and on his own.
He took a 10, it was the largest he could find,
and filled it carefully, then shot it in his vein,
and within seconds he was screaming, going blind
and then he died because the morphine wrecked his brain.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Jocelyn...
she is pale, white, emaciated,
on that last day, her hands made most of the grips
she did not want Chona to leave her in that room
she wanted more pillows, but then the pain
despite the high dose of morphine
and the softness of the pillows and the coldness of the
hospital ward,
did not diminish the pain until she finally
made the final gaze and said the
last words, a la cell phone
terminology:
i am checking off.Then she died.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woke Up This Morning
Woke up this morning
My dog was dead
Someone disliked him
And shot him through the head
I woke up this morning
And my cat had died
I'm gonna miss her
Sat down and cried
Came home this evening
My hog was gone
The people here don't like me
I think i'll soon move on
And now somethin's happened
That would make a saint frown
I turned my back and
My house burned down
Woke up this morning
My dog was dead
Someone disliked him
And shot him through the head
I woke up this morning
And my cat had died
Don't you know i'm gonna miss her
Sat down and cried
song performed by by Nazareth
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A Full Figured Woman.....
A full figured woman
who is full of love
a woman who tries to fit in
and tries to show emotion
but can never do none of the above.
A full figured woman
who is full of peace
but no man wants to touch her
as if she's some type of disease.
A full figured woman
who puts her self down
who smiles in the crowd
who hurts her sense of worth
when no one's around.
A full figured woman
yes, thats me
i am all the woman i need to be
from the curl of my lips
to the curves in my hips.
Yes, i am a full figured woman
who is tired of being judged
but i will never be ashamed
for having more than one pudge!
poem by Jennifer Foreman
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When Bessie Died
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,
And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;
If the white feet into the grave had tripped--'
When Bessie died--
We braided the brown hair, and tied
It just as her own little hands
Had fastened back the silken strands
A thousand times-- the crimson bit
Of ribbon woven into it
That she had worn with childish pride--
Smoothed down the dainty bow-- and cried
When Bessie died.
When Bessie died--
We drew the nursery blinds aside,
And as the morning in the room
Burst like a primrose into bloom,
Her pet canary's cage we hung
Where she might hear him when he sung--
And yet not any note he tried,
Though she lay listening folded-eyed.
When Bessie died--
We writhed in prayer unsatisfied:
We begged of God, and He did smile
In silence on us all the while;
And we did see Him, through our tears,
Enfolding that fair form of hers,
She laughing back against His love
The kisses had nothing of--
And death to us He still denied,
When Bessie died--
When Bessie died.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Do Not Resuscitate
Saturated in morphine
breathing like a hurt animal
maybe somewhere deep down
at the bottom of the mineshaft
a little light was flickering.
We spoke to her, sometimes loudly,
We held her hand and felt its warmth
We stroked her hair.
We expected the end in hours or a day,
More morphine and more wild animal rasping
on into the morning and the next morning.
Work days are missed, meetings postponed,
return flights canceled, everyone thinking
please hurry up, and feeling guilty for it,
asking the doctor how long now, and
how could her oxygen level be going back up.
More morphine and more animal breathing.
Just as she lived her life
she would die on her own terms, by God,
and screw us and our goddam schedules.
Sitting at her bedside, I realized
that someone who could be so infuriating in life
was now infuriating us with her death.
My sister looked over and wondered
what I was laughing about
poem by Michael Philips
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The Day Old Shep Died
it's been thirty years,
that he's been gone,
the day he died, brought tears,
all day, i played his song.
for nine long years,
i loved him and he loved me,
the day he died, broght tears,
toward the end, he could barely see.
when he died, i was seventeen years,
my child hood died that day,
the day he died, brought tears,
during his youth, we were always at play.
him and i was, so close in years,
when i got shep he was five and i eight,
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals, off our plate.
he died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.
i can't believe, its been so many years,
i think about him, all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep, was all mind.
of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep,
the day he died, brought tears,
i'll always remember, that dog with pep
in memory of old shep 1946-1960 written june 21,1990
Morphine & Chocolate
Substitute my gloom with happiness
Substitute my sickness with health
Substitute my enemies with real good friends
Morphine & chocolate are my
Substitute, substitutes
Morphine & chocolate can bring me up
Can warm my heart whenever i want it
And every once in a while when i stop and think
Morphine & chocolate are my
Substitute, substitutes
And you can say " hey, we've really come a long way "
And you say " hey, it can only be this way "
You might be careful, it really hurts when it's real
You might be careful, it really hurts when it's real
You'll go down, down, down, down, ooh !
Set the alarm clock, baby
Don't you miss the sun ?
I'm feeling really warm hearted baby
Don't you know i'm feeling like someone
I'm fearing for my life again and i am
Fearing for my heart
Morphine & chocolate could never
Substitute my art !
And that's real love baby x3
song performed by by 4 Non Blondes
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Morphine Chocolate
Substitute my gloom with happiness
Substitute my sickness with health
Substitute my enemies with real good friends
Morphine & chocolate are my
Substitute, substitutes
Morphine & chocolate can bring me up
Can warm my heart whenever I want it
And every once in a while when I stop and think
Morphine & chocolate are my
Substitute, substitutes
And you can say hey, weve really come a long way
And you say hey, it can only be this way
You might be careful, it really hurts when its real
You might be careful, it really hurts when its real
Youll go down, down, down, down, ooh !
Set the alarm clock, baby
Dont you miss the sun ?
Im feeling really warm hearted baby
Dont you know Im feeling like someone
Im fearing for my life again and I am
Fearing for my heart
Morphine & chocolate could never
Substitute my art !
And thats real love baby x3
song performed by by 4 Non Blondes
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Thank You Daddy
Thank you daddy
for staying strong
for not giving up
when things went wrong
when mommy died
you held me and we cried
you raised me on ur own
and since then we've grown
thanks for telling me i make you proud
and I'm most important in the crowd
thank u for showing me u care
and for always being there
everything you do
u keep me in mind
thanks for being the best dad
a girl could ever find
poem by Emily Wimetal
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Childs Christmas
Children's Christmas
Wee loved ones so sincere,
Their happy loving Christmas
Fill wee ones all good cheer.
Christmas fun starts straight away
When Christmas tree, decorations
Show Christmas on the way,
Oh thoughts of Santa on the sleigh
Little thoughts just can not wait
To be on Christmas day.
As we adults think us back on time
To blissful happy childhood ways,
Well we know our childhood days
Filled us in our realms,
And every coming Christmas
Filled us in our dreams.
Christmas eve dreams kids to sleep
Wee heads sleep pillow Christmas glow,
Sweet dreams see Father Christmas
Come reindeer through the snow,
Christmas morning church bell chimes
Ring church bell Christmas sounds,
Little feet jump out of bed
Think Santa been his rounds,
And quickly rush to find their toys
All through Christmas day
Wee hearts just fill in joys,
Every Christmas day the same
Sure look next time and see,
Look wee darlings through their eye
To see all happy full of glee.
And this our children's Christmas
Wee blessed ones so sincere,
Happy loving Christmas
That comes us once a year.
poem by Gerald Follis Lurgan
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Morningside
Written by: neil diamond
Morningside
The old man died
And no one cried
They simply turned away
And when he died
He left a table made of nails and pride
And with his hands he carved these words inside
For my children
Morning light
Morning bright
I spent the night
With dreams that make you weep
Morning time
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
For I recall the words the old man signed
For my children
And the legs were shaped with his hands
And the top made of oaken wood
And the children sat around this table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and that was good
Morningside
An old man died
And no one cried
He surely died alone
And truth is sad
For not a child would claim the gift he had
The words he carved became his epitath
For my children
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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The Music Box
On her dresser sat a music box.
It had been there for many a year.
Given to her by her special one
and now it brought a tear.
For the song it played was as old as she
and she was eighty-three.
Surprisingly it had never worn down
and she'd wind it everyday
It brought to mind the very first time
that she'd ever heard it play.
It was on a Christmas Eve he came
and handed her his gift.
She opened it up and saw the box
and she saw his smile lift.
He took her hand as the music played and held her in his arms.
Hummimg and swaying silently, enjoying all her charms.
Inside the box was his gift to her,
the gift she wore with pride.
It was on her finger for 50 years
and ever since he died.
Now every morn when she opened it
she pictured the scene again.
She prayed the wind-up spring would last
until her days were done.
For there'd never be a treasure like this,
never another one.
And so this morning she opened it
and swayed as she heard the sound.
She touched it softly and said his name
as if he were still around.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ticking
"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school report
"He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught"
So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive
To notify your parents of the manner in which you died.
At St. Patrick's every Sunday
song performed by by Elton John
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Self Harm
Fires ablaze within my heart,
a smile consealing all my lies,
screaming, begging, calling out,
a final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
a vehement covet to end this pain,
this silver blade stays by my side,
because all hope inside has died.
im tempted when he calles my name,
a way out, an escape, an end to shame,
to make it feel a lot less real,
a deal with the devil, in blood must i seal.
They'll say i died of suicide,
but no one knows how much they've lied,
it wasnt a rope, a blade, or pills,
that broke my soul, and gave me chills.
i died inside so long before,
to live each day, an endless chore,
pills could not kill, what was already dead,
a twisted soul, an empty head.
in darkness i wait, in silence, alone,
rose-tintednostalgia, all around me has grown,
i beckon the devil with the key of self harm,
and i open the door for him, with the blood of my arm...
poem by Alicia Tschantre
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Grown Up Christmas List
Lyrics by Linda Thompson
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown up now
Can you still help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown-up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Every man would have a friend
That right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up
Christmas list
What is this illusion called
The innocence of youth
Maybe only in their blind belief
Can we ever find the truth
There'd be no more lives torn apart
And wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
Every man would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown-up Christmas list
This is my only lifelong wish
This is my grown-up Christmas list
Hoo---, hoo--
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Losses
It was not dying: everybody died.
It was not dying: we had died before
In the routine crashes-- and our fields
Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks,
And the rates rose, all because of us.
We died on the wrong page of the almanac,
Scattered on mountains fifty miles away;
Diving on haystacks, fighting with a friend,
We blazed up on the lines we never saw.
We died like aunts or pets or foreigners.
(When we left high school nothing else had died
For us to figure we had died like.)
In our new planes, with our new crews, we bombed
The ranges by the desert or the shore,
Fired at towed targets, waited for our scores--
And turned into replacements and woke up
One morning, over England, operational.
It wasn't different: but if we died
It was not an accident but a mistake
(But an easy one for anyone to make.)
We read our mail and counted up our missions--
In bombers named for girls, we burned
The cities we had learned about in school--
Till our lives wore out; our bodies lay among
The people we had killed and never seen.
When we lasted long enough they gave us medals;
When we died they said, 'Our casualties were low.'
They said, 'Here are the maps'; we burned the cities.
It was not dying --no, not ever dying;
But the night I died I dreamed that I was dead,
And the cities said to me: 'Why are you dying?
We are satisfied, if you are; but why did I die?'
poem by Randall Jarrell
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Part Of America Died
Part Of America Died
Somebody killed a soldier today
And part of America died
The child who shot him won't even be punished
After counsel asks his record not be tarnished
The flag of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried, with him, at his side
Today more of America died
The truck that he rode, was a battlefield too
A respite from a hard day at war
The flag of our nation won't fly at half staff
The purple heart they gave on his behalf
Won't change that a part of America died
Yes, Somebody killed a brave soldier today
It happened this day in a land, far away
While some slept in comfort, at home
A soldier put his life on the line
He answered the call then gave it his all
And on this day much of America died
Jim 1972
poem by James Casey
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All I Wanted For Christmas
All I wanted for Christmas was You
Instead I am here writing about this
Am here stuck in a room fighting my tears
Not knowing when it’ll end coz I have so much pain
Stranded with nothing to think trying not to go insane
All I wanted for Christmas was You
Looking you in the eyes when you open my gift
You looking into my eyes as I smile, you as my favorite gift
Waiting to get you in my arms on a cold Christmas night
Thinking it won’t be so fills my heart with so much fright
All I wanted for Christmas was You
I woke up lonely crying finding I was all alone
All I had was memories from the past waking up to your sweet kiss
This was enough to put a smile on my face today
Moments later I cried realizing it’ll never be the same again
All I wanted for Christmas was You
Your smile, your face more beautiful and brighter than the xmas lights
The joy in my heart knowing I will be with you for life
On every Christmas I thanked God for giving me the gift of You
This Christmas is no Christmas for me without You
Because all I wanted for Christmas was You
poem by Babbz Rangila
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Emilee
Emillee today is the day you end school for you,
Yes your finally graduation
Like the song School's Out
School is out for you
You will love what i got you for a graduation gift
A nice little thing you will use everyday
A little shot glass
poem by Claire Kennedy
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Christmas past
Christmas past
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
poem by Michael Gelb
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