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Health Christmas Poems | Christmas Poems About Health

These Health Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Health. These are the best examples of Health Christmas poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | List |

10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


Details | Light Poetry |

Yuletide Recovery

About five years ago, I had a surgery and wrote this while in the hospital. I actually 
quite enjoyed myself and the surgery was not painful for me at all! Just came across 
this in my files and thought I'd throw it on here, for anyone worried about surgery 
before Christmas time. It can actually be quite nice!

(Sing to Jingle Bells)

Refrain:  Oh, IV drip! I sit and sip a juice or diet Sprite.
With each meal, I’m sure to feel more and more all right.
Oh, Bless my soul, remote control right nearby my head!
I watch TV, though groggily, right here from my bed.

1.  A day most winter-y, I came for surgery.
But I felt nice and warm as drugs went in my arm.
It’s been so comforting to not recall a thing.
Of pain I hardly can complain while I’m recovering!

Oh. . . (refrain)

2.  I’ve been here just a day and sure enjoy my stay.
I just turn on a light and take some time to write.
I’ve not yet had to pee.  It’s being done for me!
Too bad this visit’s not all free, it’s like a luxury. . . 

Oh. . . (refrain)

3.  If I keep doing well, I’ll have a great Noel.
I’ll leave new and improved, this catheter removed.
My hysterectomy is what’s the best for me.
So minus “womb” I’ll leave this room and Christmas merrily! 

Refrain:  Oh, IV drip! I sit and sip a juice or diet Sprite.
With each meal I’m sure to feel more and more all right.
Oh, bless my soul. Remote control right nearby my head!
I watch TV, though groggily, right here from my bed.


Details | I do not know? |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






Details | Free verse |

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | Rhyme |

Trim Mr Claus

Trim Mr. Claus

Trim Mr. Claus the headlines all read
Trim Mr. Claus the doctors all said
Trim Mr. Claus or he’ll end up dead
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus what’s that all about
Trim Mr. Claus he’s diabetic no doubt
Trim Mr. Claus he probably has gout
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus and cut off that beard
Trim Mr. Claus that’s the part children feared
Trim Mr. Claus the critics all jeered
That fat guy has got to slim down

And now that the country has all gone PC
No one gets away with living life free
Everyone answers to the powers that bee
That fat guy has got to slim down

Mdailey


Details | Rhyme |

All I Want for Christmas is a Miracle

All I Want for Christmas is a Miracle

it was late one night
december twenty-third
when a little boys wish
was overheard
she walked by his door
to hear the prayer
as he asked god
why life wasn't fair
she heard him say
Iv'e been so good
and asked if santa
somehow could
make mom healthy
for christmas this year
and those words kept echoing
through her ear
she cried herself
to sleep that night
knowing her cancer
was winning the fight
the doctors had told her
her chances were slim
of finding the marrow
to help her win
but she kept her hopes up
if only to hide
the pain the suffering
and the turmoil inside
if there was a santa
she knew he'd come through
if only a little boys
wish would come true
when christmas arrived
on the eve of the day
he stood by her bed
and asked her to say
i truly believe
in good old saint nick
she whispered the words
then fell asleep sick
that morning he awoke
to a knock at the door
santa was late
but it was him he was sure
he opened the door
and took a quick glance
it wasnt a sleigh
but a shiny red ambulance
it wasn't the fat
jolly man in a sled
but a man dressed in white
with a cross that was red
the doctor had come
with news that was great
they'd found her a match
if it wasn't to late
they loaded her up
with the boy by her side
rushed to the hospital
and took her inside
by the time it was over
christmas had passed
but the miracle stayed
she was getting better at last
she looked from her bed
at his worried young brow
she said that he saved her
but she didn't know how
he looked back up at her
then smiled and said
it wasn't me
it's all in your head
miracles are born
from believing inside
and when you truely believe
with your heart open wide
santa can give you
what you want most of all
for the spirit of christmas
is not found at the mall

By: Jeremy Siedlecki


Details | Free verse |

Mental Victoms Part II

There is a girl a now
shes almost gotten away
played the game 
jumped through the hoops
told me some secrets
while she was there she was sexually assaulted
hey i don't pay taxes 
so i don't get to choose the channel 
i want to watch on the televisions 
that are there for the patients
i might be crazy but you know what
i can still remember what my delusions 
are and what the reality is on my better days
for me its like a movie or a song stuck in my head
sexual assaults, and a place to be toyed with, a place to go to die from the age of 
16 until you die, a place to run from the insanity you witness to be brought back 
and punished with the fact their lengthening your stay and upping your poison 
that doesn't heal!!!!

A boy singing in his room
louder
too loud to keep the peace of the unit
was sent to maximum security for just that reason
neighbored with man in shackles and chains
just after Arthur had died
and Andrew ran away
he sang his songs
and one day couldn't get coffee out of a coffee pot
so he twisted the lid
to ease the flow
and guess what
he got a needle in his butt

and the doctor lied to his father about the whole ordeal 
and for two weeks after he could no longer participate in gym activities
later that Christmas 
they threw his Christmas cards away 
saying they were fire hazards

opening the blue pages dialing number after number after number
to report leaky pipes the sewer smell
I'll tell you one thing about those power trippers
the people that work there make it very obvious
they only work there because they are afraid to quit
because they fear they know too much
they are addicted of the group mentality of forcing medications upon those who 
don't want it

I've never seen something so ugly
some things in reality are there for reason
some things are there to be changed
but when something creates so many causalities and this is just a few
which i will explain,
one was addicted to drugs
one was probably in need of help
and one was me
but we are all victoms a  who gets away
in sickness or in health
 would rather die in our hallucinations and illness
than be brought back there
to go through than level of torture to be brought back to the next nightmare
the psychiatrists call better



makes me wonder why soo many of the ill find hospitals just another political 
war zone we are all innocent pawns of some unholy war game people with 
money.  I will find ways to turn the tables, this i swear