Best Checkup Poems
When I was 12 weeks pregnant
my husband and I found out news
News that would change our lives
Shake our entire foundation.
My first son
my loved
Wanted
Long-waited for child
had local exstrophy
During what we thought was a routine checkup
We found out that his lower abdominal wall had not formed correctly
He had a mass as big as his head between his little legs
In the ultrasound
I could barely see his legs because of it
His tiny feet were already clubbed
His spinal cord was tethered
The doctor told us he would never walk or have a functioning bladder
A week later
The situation worsened
We found out his kidneys weren’t working
His lungs wouldn’t develop
After eagerly preparing for our first son
My husband and I
Found out he would die by suffocation upon delivery
If he survived that long
Faced with horrible and difficult odds
My husband and I did what we knew
What was best for our son
Our family
We made the decision to end the pregnancy through abortion
My husband and I loved our first son and wanted him dearly
We named him Thomas
I will forever mourn him
The decision to have an abortion challenged my beliefs around life
My faith
But I have never for a second doubted
This was the right thing to do for myself
My family
Especially Thomas
06122020
Poetry is about faith, a song, and sometimes a checkup.
It’s about that girl on the other side you want to link up.
Poetry is about the beauty of life when you want to grow up.
It’s about lost love and now all you want to do is throw up.
Poetry is about the frustration that makes you want to blow up.
It’s about all those things you just said and you want to backup.
Poetry is about a good night of sleep but you struggle to get up.
It’s about the time it takes you in a rush to put on your makeup.
Poetry is about being stuck in traffic because there's a pileup.
It’s about realizing you should take your car in for a tuneup.
Poetry is about the spring fresh air in the morning when you get up.
It’s about enjoying a breakfast together with hotcakes and syrup.
Poetry is about being at your local bank when there's a holdup.
It’s about the police showing you all of these people in a lineup.
Poetry is about family reunions when you don't want to show up.
It’s about all of the gossips, you hear while sipping on your teacup.
Poetry is about going to the doctor’s office to get a workup.
It’s about finding yourself at the local gym, counting a pushup.
Poetry is about all of these emotions that need to be let up.
It’s about writing things down balancing your life to shape up.
Edward J Ebbs - September 13, 2014
Written for a Contest, How Poetry Began
One of my Trolls got a toothache, and I suddenly began to realize, so wise…
No one had had a checkup, since they had come to be with us, poor guys!
Now this proposed a question…Where to go, to a Doctor, Dentist, or a Vet?
Yes, for Dragon, definitely a vet! But who’d be crazy enough, to be so beset?
For the Trolls, that didn’t seem quite right, so we continued to look, farther yet.
But even Grandpa Troll, who is so old and wise, didn’t know, whom we should get.
We looked on the worldwide web, where a Doctor said; we could come, right away!
His name was Dr. Frankenstein, ‘Sorry, we can’t make it, exactly, now, ah… today!’
Transylvania is too far to go, we said, as we slowly, and quietly slipped, off line!
We finally went to our neighbor witch, yes, again! Just to see, whom she’d assign.
She said it’d have to be from the magic folk, we were going about this, all wrong.
She found an earth mother witch, dealing in fairy folk and such, where we belong.
Yes, she was a well-known Doctor, but also a powerful practicing witch.
Apparently, she had found her niche, and we had found our Doctor witch!
So we called her up right away, and she promised to see us all, at once.
I said they were my dependants, you see, but money was not, in abundance.
She just waved her hand gently, and my insurance suddenly had, a paying clause.
She used bunnies to keep the Trolls, happy and rather mesmerized, for the cause.
And Dragon got a rolling chair, to keep him busy sliding, across the floor, zoom!
With each check up, came the same routine, as they came into the exam room.
As they looked around, she froze them with her wand, no muss, no fuss, for sure!
None of them remembered a single thing, as she had such, a gentle Touch, I assure!
The tooth was fixed with the snap of her fingers, this was truly amazing stuff…
She said we were doing great, for a brood like this, can be full of, painful mischief.
In fact, I was the first, human she’d known, who could deal with a young Dragon.
And still be alive to tell… I told her it was technology, a fire retardant suit, and fun.
That made her laugh hysterically, as she then smiled, and she patted me on the back.
It made me begin to wonder… Is there some thing I don’t know about… yet?
My recent encounter, an annual checkup
with blood tests and pressure, my height against weight
are all carried out to check my bits are working
and put back the time where I cross Heaven's gate.
I could tell porky pies* and thus possibly fiddle
the whole diagnosis and how it turned out
but the cholesterol count, and the flab round the middle
meant the nurse wasn't fooled and results held no doubts.
I've got to cut down on the red meats like bacon,
and white meat like chicken has proteins and fat
I thought cheese was OK, but no, I was mistaken
and pastries and biscuits? Forget about that.
So into the future, a healthier lifestyle
me confident now all the boxes are ticked,
you'll spot me, no ignoring the pale looking,boring
guy sat on his own with a celery stick.
( *Porky pies- 'Lies' . Cockney rhyming slang)
It's that time in life where a letter arrives
every year for my medical tests,
and the gadgets are showing just how I am going
but leave my nurse not too impressed.
Sphygmomanometer is the machine that checks
how my blood pressure's going,
I mention it since it may be the first time
that you've seen the word used in a poem.
My body mass index was eight points too high,
not quite enough to be a killer,
but seemingly it's enough to qualify
for a job as a part time Gorilla.
One of her questions is how much I drink
since too much can be terribly bad,
but since I'm not hooked up to a Polygraph
I feel I can lie just a tad.
Cholesterol level is high, she tells me,
and that is what worries me most,
since just one small sample of blood would be ample
to spread with a knife on some toast.
Hear that sound coming from your
television set
Government warning: This is not a test!
There’s no music rocking
from your radio
Only the shrill alert of an emergency signal
indicating transmission shutdown
Better put on an aluminum tin foil hat
to block out the penetrating EM waves
Unauthorized dark-net instructions
rapidly rappelling
over your cranial firewall
Audio emissions
spiking an intrusive breach
Fertile mind-control conditions,
activate the patriotic sleeper sells
Keep the pocketbook within reach
You never thought to ask
how did you get that small scar
on the side of your neck
When you went to the doctor
for a regular checkup visit
Anesthesia clouds your memory,
microchip implantation
not put on your medical history
Audio emissions
now have put someone else
in control of you
Stay on script to the program,
that’s all you can do
Can no longer block
the high-tech matrix
noise pollution coming through
Audio emissions
have made a human robot out of you
Heart Attacked
Early yesterday morning there was a piece of shocking news....
A little boy I know had just lost his loving father that morning..
Admitted into hospital earlier at 2 am for a slight difficulty in breathing.....
Doctor in attendance declared a lung infection was all he was suffering....
But somehow his blood pressure fell and a heart attack happened...
He never made it, declared dead in ICU wad 9.20 am this morning....
Now the doctors let out he has 3 major blockages in his heart...
Expressing surprise that he has been up on his feet up to this year...
This poor departed friend is only a sprightly 50 years old in age...
Goes to show how fragile life can be and how sudden Death comes calling...
Lesson to be learnt, even as one should be there laying in ICU care...
A sudden heart attack can happen and make a mockery of intensive care...
If one is as unfortunate as the deceased so described as above...
Finding out that there are multiple blockages are useless facts too late..
When doctors and medical care has failed miserably as a matter of fact....
All that remains is a valuable lesson for the living and the worried ones .....
Have a checkup of your heart condition before any things drastic happens...!
Into the woods on a bright summers day
With a basket of food for her Grandma
But before she arrived she would pick a bouquet
A gift for her Grandma on this her birthday
She noticed the gamekeeper passing her by
So called out his name as she waved him goodbye
Normally friendly, but today Wolf looked down
As she saw on his face an embarrassing frown
She decided to check if her Granny was up
So she got out her mobile to call and checkup
She heard a strange voice but the signal was poor
Grandma’s voice was too deep, said she wanted to sleep
Maybe visit tomorrow for today she felt weak
This made her suspicious she started to shake
For her dear sweet Grandma should be baking a cake
She decided to call on her friend PC Blake
For her instinct was telling her something was wrong
as she called him to ask could he please come along
So together they wended their way through the wood
Nearing Grandma’s chalet, she removed her red hood
As they reached her front door, heard a voice shout for more
So perplexed and alarmed they went in fully armed
But imagine their shock, not believing their eyes
For Grandma was getting a birthday surprise
Grandma and Wolf stark-naked on the floor
Cavorting and frolicking, they were making amour
So discreetly they left, gently closing Grandma’s door…
8th January 2019
Competition: Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One
2nd placement
A different take on this ancient fairy tale...
Contest BRIAN STRAND YOU CHOOSE
Sponsor Brian Strand
In younger days, my doctor calls
Were few and far between.
A checkup visit wasn’t ever
Part of my routine.
But aging changes all of that
For everyone is trying,
By seeing every specialist,
To staunch the fear of dying.
So now a dermatologist
Will check a brand-new mole.
Suspicious bloodwork? You’re in
Hematologist’s control.
Of course, the gynecologist
Must get a yearly see
And ophthalmologists and those
In rheumatology.
Let’s not forget those stress tests
Cardiologists insist on
And also the urologists
Whose plastic cups get pissed on.
Most gastroenterologists
See clients up in years
And certainly psychiatrists
See seniors for their fears.
I wonder if we might be
Better off just saying “**** it”
For all these doctors can’t prevent
Our kicking of the bucket.
Start
I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign
After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures and fame
As legend goes, every knight must have a lady- love
To bestow his “victories” to her as it behoove
He chose Princess Melania as the apple of his eye
And began his quest with her name as the battle-cry
He persuaded a ‘Sancho’ to be his faithful squire
With promise of an island to govern as his gift to aspire
Obsessed by the chivalrous deeds of knights he read
He decided to ride a horse which was almost dead
In search of the helpless to defend and the wicked to punish
He began his knighthood with a resolve to fight to the finish
He soon discovered that times have changed
There weren’t any country sides where Kings reigned
Nor castles to conquer or giants to attack
His weird armor and battle cries only drew flak
Nevertheless, he charged at a parked garbage truck
Struck it with his lance using all his pluck
Construing it to be an enemy out to destroy him
But, he fell to the ground with a broken limb
Bruised and battered, Sancho helped him up
Took him to a hospital for a thorough checkup
The doctors patched him up and examined his head
Found its content deficient, but permitted him to go ahead
Resuming his journey he saw a kitten hidden in a bush
“Let’s grope for the pussy,” he yelled at his horse with a push
The horse galloped fast but stumbled as it fell
The kitten got panicky and fled like hell
It’s enough for the day, felt the Don and returned to his lady love
He took a ‘selfie’ with her sitting on the statue of a dove
He knelt before her and said, “Here are my trophies for you”
Presented the broken lance and smashed helmet, before bidding her adieu.
End
It is the 27th January,
And I sit here all alone
My memories keep me company
Of times not too long gone
Started again just last night
When a show was going on
They call that show the “Heartbeat”
Filmed over on British lawn.
The man whose name is David
He lost his beautiful dog
It died right there so near him
With never a moan or sob
In six more days now coming on
It will be the 2nd Feb,
It’ll be just two months further on
From when I lost my friend
There are just no words to tell you
The lost I feel inside
My wound still hangs there gaping
And festers really wild
One of by biggest worries
Is just how did he die
I know that he was old then
With youth not on his side
The vet said he was quite confused
When I took my dog to him
He said it looked like toxins
Shutting down and setting in
He gave my Zig a checkup
And listened to his heart
He concluded that his tick collar
Could be the blame for starts
But things have happened since then
And I’m really not convinced
I feel that there’s been foul play
From one whose name is Chris.
I know I’ll never know now
What is the purest truth
I really hope I’m wrong here
Why was his end not mute
I miss that dog I tell you
For years just him and I
I had a love I cherished
That shone from those brown eyes
I’ll never have another
That will take my heart like he
He will always be alive here
While I have my memories.
~~Hyper Suggestion~~
I went to the doctors just the other day
It was just for a check up, that’s all I can say
I sat in the waiting room waiting my turn
The magazines were still ten years old so nothing new to learn.
I looked at and started to read the notice board
I noticed the posters with diseases -and they struck a chord
Could you have bowel cancer the first one did query?
Is your poo loose or do you go more often, if so there’s a theory
You might have bowel cancer, check your poo for blood
How nice! I scanned another poster quickly while I could.
Obesity could this be you?
It causes heart disease, diabetes and cancer too.
My eyes scanned the board for something else to read
Ladies have you got ovarian cancer? These signs you must heed
Do you feel full after just a little food?
Do you feel bloated and not at all in the mood?
The bell went my turn had come, I walked through the door
Good morning said the doctor what are you here for?
Well I’ve come for my check up but just before you start
I’ve read all you posters and there may be something wrong with my heart
I turned up for my checkup but after reading twenty one symptoms-and there were more
I now find I’m in here and I have twenty four.
Being Worth Your Salt
The Holy Spirit was speaking to me about being worth
my salt; not working my way to Heaven, it has nothing
to do with that. The Blood of Jesus is the only sacrifice
that could ransom us and pay our debt to GOD.
If you were being indicted on the charge of being a Christian,
would there be enough evidence to convict you? Are we
being so, “worldly” minded that we are no “Heavenly”
good? Are we so caught up with the world and being
“in with the in crowd” that we are not able to tell
someone about Jesus? If the door was opened, would
you be “ashamed” to talk openly about your faith or
lead someone to Jesus to get them saved?
Have people been on their deathbed and you know that
they are not saved and you have been at their bedside but,
didn’t talk to them about HIM?
Have you had someone who was pregnant and was
considering an abortion but you didn’t talk to them about
“abortion” and that it is actually killing a baby and that
it is murder?
This is a spiritual checkup; we have all missed opportunities
but, let’s press into HIM to make a difference in this world!
Let’s, BE SALT while we are still in this world.
God bless, Marilyn S. Jennings
February 5, 2015
The Golden Years
We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured
With these golden years
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age
Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake
Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being
We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us
And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior
We served with experience acquired throughout the years
These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy
With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces
These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age
The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us
With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds
Poet
Masego Nkuna
He was a temporary hookup
He went out like a garbage pickup
He was ugly at most
Tasted burnt like toast
Soon I'll need a medical checkup