Best Diagnoses Poems
Gary, you are my little soldier boy,
who died on Veteran's Day. ('83)
My sunny, golden-haired soldier boy,
that I still miss in every way.
You had just turned 13,
getting interested in girls.
When CF took you from me,
my heart, like a flag, unfurled.
You fought CF with every breath.
For 13 years you tried.
And four lung collapses later,
after each one, I said,
"Son, you will survive."
Oh, how I lied!
Now, no more hugs and kisses,
No more birthday wishes,
I watched you go
and please God know,
Heaven, receive my treasure.
Author Note: This poem was written in memory of my son, Gary,
who died of Cystic Fibrosis at 13, in 1983. I honor my soldier who so valiantly
fought his fight on the battlefield of a life threatening lung disease, which fills the lungs with sticky mucus and makes it difficult to breathe. With all CF children,
they struggle with every breath they take just to breathe! My son eventually
started to have lung collapses. He had four before the last one took his young life on Veteran's Day weekend in 1983..(Read my poem "A rainbow Glitters")
I wouldn't be a poet today, if not for my son. He was diagnoses at age three.
As I sat by his hospital bed crying, I reached into my purse for a tissue, but
instead, I pulled out a pen. I thought to myself, "Ok, God, I get the message.
You want me to write and not cry." So I wrote my first poem that night, "Not
MY Son!" Which eventually got published in Elizabeth Kubler Ross' Book "On Children and Death." Later, I wrote humorous poems to entertain my son, who
was often to sick to go to school. And I'm still writing my poems today.
Categories:
diagnoses, child, death, remember, boy,
Form:
Rhyme
N Naturally caring.
U Understanding and Kind.
R Realistically diagnoses
S Sees things others miss
E Enthusiastic about helping people
Categories:
diagnoses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Acrostic
She tells me,
Of the belt of hunger that clings to her waist,
Of how it's only ever loosened by rampaging and rummaging through waste.
She tells me,
How her journey through payments, predicaments and pavements make her tire,
How her cracked feet and wracked heart are passed by Tyre after Tyre.
She tells me,
About the intricate diagnoses and prognoses that riddle her every fiber, vessel and vein,
About the cardboard pleas and pleads that have all been in vain.
She tells me,
That this is the existence her weeping womb has bred,
That her hope for her successors is that they may succeed her in the fight for bread.
She tells me,
Her name is poverty.
Do you remember her?
Categories:
diagnoses, loss, social, sympathy, riddle,
Form:
Alliteration
We all pay for dumbing down
educational standards all around
from thriving metropolis to sleepy small town
Incompetency reigns throughout customer service
Doctors' inaccurate diagnoses make patients nervous
Corporation mission statements, worthless lip service
It starts in the classroom, where teachers won't demand
if you want to say something, first raise your hand
Then later on, when rampant cheating's ignored
which leads to society's ox getting gored
So, let's stand up to teacher union's bureaucracy
Their idea of excellence - in truth, mediocrity
Insist on high standards, from grade one through university
and say No! to preference based on 'diversity'
Categories:
diagnoses, america, betrayal, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Here is the ballad of Web MD,
Self-diagnosing terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
Let's do our own diagnosis,
Teach yourself self-hypnosis,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
Let's sing our ballad of Web MD,
Sure we've got terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
That was the ballad of Web MD,
What are today's self-diagnoses?
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond!
Categories:
diagnoses, books, internet, sick,
Form:
Free verse
I have new boobs, AKA ' belly boobs 'if you will
Diseased ones whacked off, belly fat fill the void
Would really rather have had hemorrhoids
But that wasn't my reality, no triviality
for sure
Got a great deal though
Two for one, cancer gone and tummy tuck
Found the best plastic surgeon by luck
actually he found me
Post op, proud surgeon praised his work
They look amazing, I did a great job
You could wear a bikini with that tummy so tiny
Ahh---no
You would think if you had a belly ache it would be in your boobs
but it's not
You could get stabbed with a pencil or get drawn on with stencils
But at least something is there to give some shape
An absolute TEN I would rate
They're kinda lumpy and bumpy
but help me not look too frumpy or dumpy
in my clothes
No more ultrasounds or thoughts abound
of careless cells placing one in peril
Or biopsies or missed diagnoses
Leading to destruction then autopsy
Disease free--YIPPEE !!
Categories:
diagnoses, cancer, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Fictitious families
Dysfunctional means
Compromised children
Capricious teens
Serrated self-loathing
Culling scarred skin
Dapper diagnoses
Dulling depression’s din
Psychotropic pulses
Sedentary screams
Subjugated subjects
Catharsis of dreams
Dusk dawning
In convenience’s vanity
Vociferous voices
Pilfering sedated sanity
Slurred smiles
Lithium lies
Hanging from vestiges
Suicide survives
Categories:
diagnoses, childhood, death, family, health,
Form:
Quatrain
There is an electricity in the air tonight
Storm clouds hover above
A wicked calmness lurks around
Something evil from the spawn of hell to come
The quietness is crazy
Like nothing ever heard
It deafens your eardrums
Without making one sound
The hair on your arms
And the back of your neck
Stands up straight from
Something cold and unseen
Pins and needles
Scratches and bites
Take over your flesh
You can't see why there's no light
Anticipation it rises
Much to your surprise
You just want to leave this place
You just want to run
Your body it's frozen
You can't move an inch
Your heart you can hear it
BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT
Now comes the sweating
Your muscles they shake
Trembling uncontrollably
You feel you could faint
Your vision it's tunneling
You start to see little stars
Suddenly it's lights out
You've just hit the floor
You wake up in a strange place
All strapped to the bed
The doctors they come in
They've brought you your meds
Insane is the diagnoses
They say you need rest
But sleeping is when your most valnerable
To your demons within
Categories:
diagnoses, allusion, conflict, crazy, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
somethin' ain't right
somethin' ain't cool
my head's poundin' hot
need ta see somebody who'll
be able to give me a diagnoses,
to tell me my likely prognosis
'cause I jus' don't know what to do,
I think I got the subliminal flu
below the threshold of perception
I'm chilled hot an' shakin' over
I think I've contracted self-deception
moreover, I'm sure I've got overexposure
I can't sleep, I obviously can't dream
my palms are sweatin' wet 'n' sticky
ain't nothin' like what it really seems
my mind, my brain, my god! I'm sickly!!
my chest is palpitatin'
my eyelids are justa flutterin'
the whole damn thing's so aggravatin'
I wish I could jus' stop this sufferin'
you think "it's all in my head"
and I hope that you'd be right
'cause if it moves into my heart
I'll be dead before midnight
"breathe" I tell myself, "jus' breathe"
it'll be alright if ya just chill it
just fall in bed or jus' crawl underneath
better thrown for a loop than thrown for a fit
Ahhhh, now -- inhale -- breathe again
that's better, s l o w e r...ok now
- sometimes bein' me is just a bane
but thanks, I'm better, recoupin' somehow
I'm gettin' back from this virile attack
© Goode Guy 2013-01-22
yeah I know it's spell'd "hypochondria"...
Categories:
diagnoses, angst, health, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The meaning of “emergency”
Should not require discussion.
Ignoring one, you’d think, would have
An instant repercussion.
Today, though, some “emergencies”
Are not what we once thought.
A hospital ER is filled
With those where scrips are sought…
Or diagnoses which, before,
The office of a doc
Would be the place where patients
With a flu would likely flock.
The government “emergency”
Appears to me the same,
A non-dire situation
Called such merely to inflame.
A punishment is possible
For dialing 9-1-1
Reporting an “emergency”
When clearly, there is none.
The time has come for pols to act
With conscience as their guide,
Before a true emergency
The people will provide.
Categories:
diagnoses, words,
Form:
Rhyme
I don't even think about my Arthritis,
Since it was eclipsed by the pain of Bursitis;
And even that barely rates a mention,
Since my neuralgia over rides it's retention.
My fallen arches I barely notice,
Since the varicose veins in my legs diagnoses,
The reason I reach for a sleeping pill,
When I get off my feet and my legs won't be still.
Whenever I find a new pain it's a blessing,
Takes my mind off the other things I've been addressing.
Seems the stiffness and pains of old age are upon me.
I'm just not the spritely young thing that I used to be.
Categories:
diagnoses, old, pain,
Form:
Quatrain
For my free thought anxiety,
I do like reading Web MD,
For medical catastrophes,
But what to do, in reality,
Send them off to a good G.P.,
For accurate diagnoses,
Then stop reading Web MD!
Categories:
diagnoses, anxiety, fun, humor,
Form:
Free verse
He’s a brown dog conditioned
in chains.
He lives with a castrated desire.
His urges are groomed. To be
gentle, he
must be docile. His fangs sink
into the flesh in a red China
plate. He
sucks on a daydream. Fetters
are unfastened in the dark.
Yet he
can’t chase that street .
There’s an ID tag attached to
his neck.
Sincerity is a strain. Even a
Norway rat scratches his sleep.
He can
lunge, snarl, yap, and is proud
of his vigour. But all are transient
illusions. His
hind legs swell horribly. A vet
diagnoses an incurable fate.
Heart-worms of
despair spread in rapidly.
Master shuts gate on his face,
not paying
any gratuity. Wisdom eyes
open in his sultry brain.
Whining is
in vain before iron bars.
He deciphers nonsensical
side of
barking. Dropping past litter
in the doghouse, he limps
away through
experience like an ascetic.
First printed in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
diagnoses, dog,
Form:
Free verse
these well schooled
and vastly trained minds
do confuse me so, somehow...
with their duel diagnoses,
I finally had to vow
to take their conclusions,
with several grains of salt
some seem so ludicrous
not worth to put in my mind's vault
one said I'd be dead soon,
one said that I would last,
he gave me five-to ten years
to him, so simply my life was cast
I could not but help to smile,
these nerdy brains of high grade steel...
so casual and flippant their style
did they think how I might feel?
so I asked for a lolly-pop
a staple for children
in my younger day
not that I wanted to lick it
well, this is hard to say....
I had plans for where to stick it,
so it'd never see the light of day.
Categories:
diagnoses, caregiving, confusion, death, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...
Categories:
diagnoses, angst, confusion, health, life,
Form:
Sijo