Best Clinical Poems

After he was shot,
the doctor told her he would die,
he let her cry,
deep, heaving moans,
heart-wrenching groans,
pain that carried fear
beyond the realm of sorrow,
her son was...

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An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and...

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I feel privileged.

I have been chosen by the Government 
as part of a group testing something called 
Edible Clinical Marijuana.

Honestly I half expected it to...

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Psycho Evaluation



    Physically unable to deal with all this stress
        a clinical Psychiatrist said that...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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It was a beautiful sunny morning so quiet and so still
As Sir Tom's Marmite army, charged up Tastebud hill
Queen Debs vast Vegemite army could see...

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Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor

Pain...

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Admittedly a little bit of me can see I have an ability
missing ambition to mission living submissively in submission,

If I believe built into me 
a...

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driving to work is a regular part of the day for her,
but the specialised hospital is too far -
twenty-five days, exactly at nine!
the best option...

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"You'll find more peace in your life if you refuse to listen to idle chatter."
          ...

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It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist...

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Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,

A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with...

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Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!

Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last...

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It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier...

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THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)

In Italy a glorious Voice 
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty

When we sing...

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