Best Doctors Poems


Dedicated To Doctors Who Are Fighting Corona

Inspiration : Our eminent poet,  Krish Radhakrishnan who is also a doctor handling corona patients. Once he commented that I feel guilty when they give me leave. Another time he commented that some days we are so exhausted that we have no heart to do anything. If everyone followed rules corona cannot spread. This would give health workers much needed respite.
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As you go out without worry
Without precaution, not wearing a mask...
think of the doctors out there 
working hard and day and night 
trying to save every life
It is not easy for them!

Frightened faces all around 
so many deaths in front of them 
just think of their state of mind

Covered by PPE, sweating inside 
mask on face, not easy to breathe
full day handling patients with patience 
life is most tough for them

Still they are doing it for us!
we are duty bound to take precautions
Please think about them before you go out 
Or do any social function

Just because they are good we should not take advantage
suppose they become irresponsible 
say we are tired we are going on leave
Just imagine your plight

A big salute to their sincerity and dedication
working under extreme conditions still they smile to their patients
talk with hope and faith 
this has been going on for months
still they continue to serve 

Being a doctor is not easy
Wear PPE for 1 hour and see
Wear mask at home for 1 hour and see 
Serve a corona patient without thinking of self and family

They are doing so much 
how are we ever going to repay them?
By doing our best to avoid getting corona we can help big way
If all take care, how will corona spread?

Doctors are God to me
Being a doctor is not easy

Premium Member Rural doctors

Rural doctors


In quiet towns where roads are few,
Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue,
There walk the healers, brave and true,
The doctors of the rural view.

With bags in hand and hearts of gold,
Through rain and shine, through heat and cold,
They journey far where need is great,
To serve the towns that time forgot.

In simple clinics, makeshift rooms,
They fight disease, dispel the glooms,
With limited, yet mighty, tools,
They stand as pillars, patient schools.

Their knowledge vast, their skills refined,
In every touch, in every mind,
They bring a hope, a healing light,
To places often out of sight.

For every life they gently save,
In every soul they make more brave,
They build a bridge, they pave a way,
For better health with each new day.

In fields where whispers of the past,
Meet modern care that’s built to last,
These rural doctors, strong and kind,
Are heroes in the humblest find.

So let us sing their noble deeds,
Their tireless work to meet our needs,
In rural lands, they stand and serve,
With endless heart and steadfast nerve.


Written Sept 1, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma

Premium Member - Doctors Without Borders -

We all have the ability to love
                                      It's about helping,
                                        be comforting,
                                       encouragement,
                                         give warmth
                                           and care
                                       or just be there

                               Always have a loving attitude
                        to life and to everything that is created
                           Love is to be a fellow human being
                               Those who stand on love's side 

                                      I want to mention :
                                  Doctors Without Borders









11.04.2018
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Premium Member Doctors

Ophthalmologist
   Checked eyes
   Have styes

Proctologist
   Drop drawers
   Up yours

Plastic Surgeon
   Replace
   Plain face

Gastroenterologist
   Pass gas
   No class

Dermatologist
   All sorts
   Of warts

Audiologist
   Can't hear
   Bad ear

Dentist
   No Floss
   Gross dross

Psychiatrist
   Your bean
   Not keen

Podiatrist
   Big toe
   Must go

ENT Specialist
   Ope' maw
   Say ahhh

Allergist
   Please sneeze
   Don't wheeze

Cardiologist
   Poor bloke
   Had stroke

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

Entry for Judy Konos' "Your Footle Poem" Contest

A Doctors Ballad

I never really understood people until I took apart my old school chum Rick.
Now I know exactly what makes the human heart tick.
The intricacy of the human circuitry is Gods most artful work without uncertainty.
Like a great operatic performance accompanied by a grand orchestra, all our organs sing as one and all together.
To give such life as this in a manor of theatrical grandeur, but life comes at a cost however, this is something that we can not sever, for one soul to live it must take from another.
You see hunting a human is just like hunting any animal, you always track those that are weak and incapable.
I study those that indulge greatly in life's pleasurable sins, I always proceed to take them apart starting with their limbs.
To squander such a gift is a crime against those souls no longer living.
It is a crime that should be dealt with swiftly and unforgiving.
You may find my words harsh and cruel but punishment is dealt where punishment is due.
The scholars and gossips call me a Devil worshiper or a Satanist.
But I am an admirer of God and I dream to be like him, a great creationist. 
To some I'm known as the mad doctor who haunts the river Rhine, but to my acquaintances I'm known simply as Victor Frankenstein.

Premium Member Doctors

doctors--
hollow voices
attached to stethoscopes


Doctors Moe, Larry and Curly Fight Ebola

By Elton Camp

Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared

For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown

Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content

When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed

Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread

Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore

The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand

Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear

Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate

Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new

Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see

An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Health and Wealth-Care Doctors

In this lifeskills class in political economics,
we look at politics as healthy power
and economics as wealthy flow
of cooperatively held assets 
and win/win co-passionate resources,
investments in polycultural symbiosis
and disinvestments from monoculturing politics
bad relationships and nontransactions of hoarding
and competing discommunications
suffering monolithically
Anthro-centric LeftBrain dominance.

This lifeskills class
may also reconsider
where paying-it-forward economics
and democratically cooperating politics
lead to healthier and wealthier outcomes
for society
and all Earth Tribe cultures
than patriarchal capitalist
systemic RightWing trauma.

If economic flow 
and co-investment balancing function
are sacred,
then politically interdependent relationships
might be divine,
designed with therapeutic intention
co-arising positive wealth-care practice.

We might conclude this lifeskills class
for medicinal doctorates in health optimization,
with some split-brain research
concluding that RightBrained politics
can only Be present
with graced ego/eco-proportional presence,
a non-languaged 
embodied 
root systemic
HappySpace of co-empathic confluence 
with Positive Political Psychology.

Meanwhile, LeftBrained evolving economic function
flows from past to deduct-reduct-redact,
then re-language
a lexicon of future's felt win/win v. win/lose
v lose/lose mind/body 
wealth/health frequencies,
stored in dialectical strings of DNA
back through transgenerations of space/time 
co-revolution.

This politics of Right's timeless-present
political grace
informs Left's economic discernment
of sacred cooperative space
as primal relationship of Self+Other,
as Yang-AnthroMind with Yin-EarthBody.

We could conclude this lifeskills class
intending to elect political leaders
to deep listen to economic
nutritional wealth mentors
speaking compassionately
about how to grow healthy
co-empathically powerful
win-economic-mind/win-political-body 
co-relationships

Which may require letting go
of Earth's monotheistic-capitalist
systemically traumatized clergy

Supporting God's BeLoved People
with competitive win/lose
missionary economics, 
silently sustaining
AnthroPrivileged 
trans-phobic 
unhealthy ordained gurus 
and mono-theistic
unwise 
unwealthy politicized thugs.

Premium Member Sick Patients Living and Care Givers Giving

Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can live again,regardless of the condition that we sometimes find ourselves in. You may be in a"Wheel Chair",and think that no one cares,but please put yourself at ease,and be completely aware that you still have "Life there in that "Wheel Chair"! Caregivers give care even if we may be in a wheel chair! Our caregivers really do "Care",for those who are "Bed Ridden",or those who are in a "Wheel Chair"! They know where you are,and they realize why they are "THERE"! They realize that they truly love and give "Loving""Care"!!! We all can look around,and see "LIFE" everywhere! We can look inside of ourselves,and find life "THERE",and in the "Caregivers" that give us "Care"!"Care giving can start inside where "GOD" resides and can defeat the enemy that tries to take our "Lives"! Caregivers are "Blessed" to be everywhere,and "Caregivers" support "Dare to Care"! We dare you to care,and we swear,as "Caregivers that we will"Forbear"the "Hard Work" of giving,kindness,compassion,patience,and tender love to some who do not care:but as a "Caregiver" we "Care"". You may not see us ,but we are everywhere! God puts "Caregivers" here to "Care"! Did you see that "Caregiver watching "Over" "There"? "Let us "Love";Do not be afraid of "Loving too,too,much: Love is "The Fulfilling" of "The Law"!

The Doctors Waiting Room

I am in the Doctors Waiting Room
Waiting for my name to appear on the screen
I’ve been here for twenty minutes
Oh how much longer before I am seen

It’s embarrassing enough for me
Without the whole waiting room learning
That every time I use the loo
My pee has started burning

I sense the receptionist is highly amused
Though she tries to hide the fact 
Then proclaims at the top of her voice
“Sounds like an infection in your urinary tract”

I can see all eyes upon me
As I go to take a seat
So I make my way towards it
While looking down at my feet

The TV on the wall blares out
An advert about a man called Giles
Informing you what measures to take
If you’re diagnosed with piles

There is an air of misery
And impending doom
Everyone thinking of all the flu viruses
Floating around the room

The lady sitting next to me
Stands up and shouts “outrageous!
If I have to wait much longer
I’ll catch something contagious”

A small boy is building with plastic bricks
Sat cross-legged on  his own
While mum totally ignores him
Too busy on her mobile phone

I point out to her
A large poster on the wall
‘No mobile phones ever'!
She says “I’m talking to my boyfriend Paul”

There’s a sudden buzz of excitement
As a name appears on the screen
It’s of someone who'd got tired of waiting
They went home at two fifteen

There is the distinct harmonic sound
Of sniffing, coughing and wheezing
With an equal measure 
Of moaning, groaning and sneezing

A sudden smell of disinfectant
Makes me catch my breath
My mother always said the waiting room
Had a distinct smell of death

My nose begins to run
And I really must take issue
With the man who stole my seat
When I got up to grab a tissue

My bladder's feeling full
I should have gone before i came
I daren't go to the loo
Because knowing my luck, they'll call my name

I really need to go
And decide to take the plunge
So I start upon my trip
Towards the toilet door I lunge

Safe inside the toilet
I am suddenly appalled
When I hear the tannoy whistle
And my name is being called

I pull myself together
And venture from the loo
It appears I’ve missed my turn
Someone took my place, I don’t know who

I approach the receptionist
And say “I really had to pee”
She says “Come back tomorrow,
Your appointment is ten past three”.

Dressed For Death Act One - the Spinning Plague Doctors

Because of sin death enter in 																	Wearing dark wide brim with long blackened coat   														tucked behind crow faced with red evil eyes 															The apple of amber will not keep this doctor away															saw bones bearing a hatchet coming with sweet sachet in beak														for dwelling among the dead the living they should seek														sown in the mouth teaching for to kill and not to heal          													follies follow their wisdom dead flies of the apothecaries ointment 													 Prideful yet they know once to die then the appointment											         			false prophecies of their own making stink to sweet 														supposing double winding serpent would treat  														stenching gray amber the amulet of pomander															wand in hand resisting as Jannes and Jambers															lying healers foaming shame of whales vexed															holding sick at bay while death has its way															black to the shoes the wading death a plague                                                       										so called great men of the earth only deceive   															 taking honor from God with their sorceries                                                           										They to false gods have sown to woes their own                                                         				                               				as the Hippocratic oath they swore															climbing the back of the great whore															hardened hearts whence came the obstruction                                                                                                      						the spirit of egypt pillars of destruction    	                                                                                                                                                                  		Alas dying sinner there is a cure for death
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Poison

A Concealed exercise concocted, 
Wuhan Lab the playground, 
secretive China obliges,
Western media consenting, 
Medical experts silenced. 
the age of censorship,  

Dictators feigning incognito, 
The diurnal and  nocturnal schemes of top players, 
A script before the scourge, 
The drama of emergencies
A death unwarranted 
alternative cure submerged,
 Pharmacopia  playing  god,     
opinions censored, 
Freedom becomes a crime

Men afraid to die,
adorned in masks as domesticated vermin, 
Socialist alarmed at Cowards 
As dictatorship  ascending in western democracy,  
Ignorance elevated as advocate for CDC 
Unending Speculation by tyranny
The weekly changing rules.
Connivers employing Fear, 
Orchestrations and the Mournful diddy 
Alpha
Beta, 
Gamma
Delta, 
and Omicron the game changer. 

Controlling the world by unproven conjectures 
First it was the Mask, 
Then social distancing, 
Sanitize, Isolation without empathy,
The numbers defiant, 
The People's servants globally consenting to experiment 
with the speed of a wing
The Lab Lords  proposed a cure,   
Greed conspired , the masses the guinea pigs, 
Unverified Vaccine,  
defrauding all of the liberty of Choice,
unprofessional medical rape,  
breaking the Laws to invoke their Laws,
Rulers Turned scientists 
Dictator found their Voices 
compelling all to dine in an experiment 
“safe and effective” the chorus of bias profiteers 
Society divided. 
“Vaxxed” VS “unvaxxed” 

All Watching TV to form opinion.
Australia copies UK, 
subjecting citizens to barbarism
America copies Australia,
senseless cohesion in place of Freedom, 
France copying America, 
Ignorant Cops abusive, 
opposing sensible resistance,

The Truckers made a mark  
though clamped down by tyrannical “emergencies” 
The unending Jabs, 
four times in Israel curing nothing,
A false sense of security,
The demand sales pitched 
Experiment over,  The  Data concealed 
To protect a Lie,
A massive Fraud,
The UK law breaker suspends  mandates,
avoiding the sword of Damocles 
And they all one by one taking turns 
accepting failures while others in denial 
ignoring the damage of trial

Doctors' Fee

There are no physicians in the governments eyes.
Just a deluge of doctors who make ignorant cries.
A Health Care that's missing two things from the air.
The first one your health and the other your care.
Doctored for money; morals on the side.
Hypocrite healers; deft with their pride.
Eyes seeing eyes that purge and won't see.
-But a plague of the government and a tax that they fee.

Trusting Doctors

Friendship is a trust amount that you give 
Trust is involved to some degree in all relationships
Do you have to say that doctors are complimented by god?

At the Doctors

I was at the doctors
when I made him laugh...
I said  " Doctor, I need a Heart O'Graph,
With that said...
He let out a raucous roar...
He belly laughed,
snot flew out of his nose
and landed on the floor.
I couldn't miss it,
it landed right in front of me
but the Doctor was laughing so hard,
he just didn't see.

The Doctor said...
We'll need the ECG machine,
then he stood up and stepped
where the snot had landed,
which he hadn't seen.
For some strange reason
he seemed to stay on that spot
for a minute or two,
with his spick and span shoes 
on top of his snotty goo.

He continued walking across the floor
and where he had stepped,
instead of one snotty spot,
there were four !
He was only gone for a very short time,
I sat patiently amongst his slime.
When he returned with the ECG machine,
he said....
" Oh look, We must have snails again,
you can see where they have been ! "

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