Best Ems Poems
UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament
Children
with Wings
and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
their
Memories
Soar
over the
Blood Transfusions
Hospital frights of prematurity
of EMS sirens
HIV trembling tests
Asthma Tents
Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
Sleepless Nights of bully battles
Struggles with Education’s foes
Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
Day night day night day night…unending
and
Land on
Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
or the
Shortage of Cash
for
Trips
Technoshit
New Shoes
New Cars
or other
Dreams
You
Couldn’t
Buy.
Genesis 2:7, Genesis 2: 20-22 (suggested: Genesis 2: 4- end of chapter)
Contest: Breathless, Sponsor: Constance La France
When I checked his breathing,
There was none
I then checked his pulse and there was none,
He was breathless and so was I
My heart was breaking, his was gone
I had never faced this situation before
now, not sure as to what to do
No one had prepared me for this moment in my life
even though I knew one or the other of us would soon be going.
I called 911, and told them that he had been sick
and I thought he was dead
They sent someone but they could not pronounce him deceased
They had to call the coroner
A state of shock had hit me, but I called my daughter
She called my other daughter
Then people started coming in, some who listen to a scanner,
other EMS people who just come
He was breathless, lying there and
I was breathless but still alive, facing life
Without my other half
Voices Behind the Radio
I have chosen to be a dispatcher, working hard to save a life
It is our job to obtain the information from the chaos and the strife.
We do our best to get the location, and the nature of the call
Each call is always different. Sometime we cannot obtain it all.
A patient not breathing, a burglary, or a traffic accident could be the call
We ride the emotional roller coaster, remaining calm throughout it all.
We give instructions to the caller, while keeping them on the phone
Re-assuring help is on the way, and that they are not alone.
With the units enroute, caller still on the phone, we add notes to the call.
We never withhold information obtained, we gladly provide it all.
The Officer needs the address again, the Fire Chief more units to staging
The Medic the nature of the call, it is our job to keep updating.
When we hang up the phone we have done our job, our units are all Code-4
The calls can be overwhelming at times, Sometimes we would like to run out the door.
We have to be ready for that next call, Police, Fire, or EMS
We rely on our training as we strive to do our best.
We ride with you in your Police Cars, Fire Trucks, and Ambulances to each call
We are the lifeline that sends you out each time, and wants you safe throughout it all.
We are usually the face of the department, and the first to be left out
Those faceless voices behind the radio, you depend on without a doubt.
Thomas Nedzbala
Arizona
©2014
Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.
Country Bob's was the last place that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Let's dance.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."
A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She was still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.
When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.
You were fantastic last night, so, I only think it’s right
If I supplement your diet with Viagra and beer."
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.
We're like newlyweds.
I need a break sometime.
She can’t keep her hands off me.
Death Speaks
As I walk through the valley of death bullets penetrate and opens up my chest.
I am slumped on the cement with scatter brain fragments.
Onto the pavement lamented the loss of many benefits.
Blood lines in the earth, embedded blood in the dirt my blood leaks through my shirt.
My life flashes before me as my blood lies beneath me.
The life that I took for granted, everything is now a chain reaction.
EMS tries desperately to save me; I no longer have a heartbeat.
My lungs deflate my chest compress with my final breath.
As my wig is pushed back my body relax, my head react and falls gently into my lap.
I am a casualty lying in these streets, as they begin to throw the unforgettable white sheet over me.
Flashing lights all around me, and I am not talking the paparazzi.
I feel my spirit leave my body my mother cries over me, “Lord please don’t take my baby from me”.
Inevitable death penalty simply unavoidable my life was so predictable.
My father made me a deputy, and life made a man out of me.
A legend in these streets generations of my historical legacy follows me.
I was the big boss chief, king almighty.
Soon to become a distance memory, my flesh is weak.
As the devil stands before me, I am cast into eternal misery.
Bleeding from main arteries I am facing my destiny.
From beyond my grave these words fade.
If I could make these words cry invisible syllables, a justifying biblical miracles.
Speaking in lyrical riddles, my death speaks to every individual.
Today I had the roughest day that I have ever had
Of all the crazy, wacky ones, this day’s been really bad
It started when I first woke up and fell out of my bed
I cut my scalp so deep the blood was dripping from my head
I found some gauze and taped it on until the bleeding stopped
I put the coffee on then in the shower quickly hopped
But then I dropped the bar of soap, that’s when I slipped and fell
I twisted my right ankle and my knee began to swell
I poured some shampoo on my head and lathered up my hair
But some of it got in my eyes and burned beyond compare
Then as I limped out of the tub and went to grab my towel
I noticed something smelled real bad, something very foul
The eggs that I was boiling were now burning in the pot
The house was filled with smoke and the alarm just wouldn’t stop
I grabbed the broom and swatted the alarm with all my might
Instead I hit the ceiling lamp and shattered the whole light
I quickly backed away as glass had flown around the room
The day was only one hour old but I was filled with doom
I opened up the windows and the smoke went streaming out
My neighbors must have called the firemen I have no doubt.
Then in the hazy smoke I got some glass stuck in my foot
I guess I should have sat right down and really just stayed put
The firemen were quick to come, and call an ambulance
I felt like I was in a daze, a crazy dream or trance
The EMS removed the glass that stuck inside my feet
They bandaged up my ankle and my knee, they were so sweet
I guess I just can’t win, so back to bed I’ll go and stay
And hopefully, tomorrow it will be a better day
a parody on song "Winter Wonderland"- inspired by my winter alone in an
unheated house.
"Come away, I am threadbare
Snow is falling....
Where there' be hair..
A cold-as_sed dam_ night
It's really a fright
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
Butt-cheeks gleaming
Through the holes, near the seaming
A nasty cold a_s,
My skin is blue cast
Walkin' in my winter underwear..
In the meadow we can make a snowman
And pretend that he's an EMS
He'll say- "sonny is that really you?"
Or did someone paint you a_s blue?
Later on, I'll perspire
When I light...
My a_s on fire....
It burns so that way
I'm happy so say
Walkin' in my winter underwear...."
There was once a fat mama wearing her bling bling.
She was dancin' the whole night away doin' her thing thing.
She danced so hard gettin' on her groove..
She got stuck and couldn't move.
Poor fat mama had to sell her bling.
To pay the EMS bill, that was there on the scene.
To husbands who are mystified
We offer here this marriage guide.
You'll have the finest union yet
If you accept this alphabet.
A dopt a female point of view.
B e strong, but gentle, kind, and true.
C ompliment her hair and clothing.
D on't let inlaws see your loathing.
E xercise so you'll be trimmer.
F udge the truth and say she's slimmer.
G ems and roses cool her rages.
H and to her your weekly wages.
I nsist you love her every day.
J ust say you're sorry, come what may.
K eep bathed and shaved if you want sex.
L et her select; just write the checks.
M eet no new women on the net.
N o anniversaries forget.
O gling beauties is forbidden.
P ast affairs are best kept hidden.
Q uickly heed her when she bellows.
R arely go out with the fellows.
S hower her with gift surprises.
T ake it when she criticizes.
U se your head; obey her wishes.
V acuum and do the dishes.
W hen walking with her, hold her hand.
X -rated movies now are banned.
Y ield to her as if she's Caesar.
Z ero in on what will please her.
When The Torch Came In June--In Memory of my husband:
Robert A. (Bobby) Burch--Died 6/22/1996
O' June...June...I can't believe how fast time
Has gone. It seems like only yesterday
I held him close...kissed...his lips on mine.
It's been sixteen years since he went away...
That HOT, JUNE, DAY--the Olympic Torch came
Through town. Everone there--needing him too...
He sat down beside me--his face--I knew
When he said, "I don't feel well"--that glazed stare.
Everyone always asked him what to do!
Twice...he came back to assist his own care...
EMS, Doctors, nurses--all were there!
But, still, it was not enough to save him.
Two minutes from the ER--WASN'T FAIR!
'Prayed in the ER as they worked on him...
The people: loved ones, community, friends,
Were everywhere--pacing...standing...crying...
But I kept praying--"Don't let him be dying!"
Finally, they 'called it'...then let me go in...
I kissed him-- goodbye-- but felt they were lying--
Then told our son...he'd not see, DAD--again.
O' June...June...your mem'ry serves quite well...
Wish it'd been me...and he, this story tell.
deborah burch©
5/26/2012
Dizain
If you would pen some poems
Of passionate perfect praise,
And have someone to hear 'ems
To clear their ears from haze,
You'd better put a stop to
Alliteration's touch,
For letters linked a lot to
Are misty much too much.
But if you love a letter
(Let's leave it that it's "L")
And loving "L" is better
Than living long in Hell,
Then let your tongue prolong it,
And let your lungs expel,
The lasting lulls of longing
That through your lips propel.
It sometimes feels like I am the only one on the street
that is suffering from the pain of an addicted child
I know the feeling that this may be the time I lose him
as he lies in an ICU bed unconscious
It feels like I am walking in solitude
when someone asks me how I am doing
yet, I know they really don't want to know
and it's easier just to say "I'm Fine" than tell the truth
It feels like I am the only one in the world who has had to call
EMS when my son lies in his apartment so drunk that
he can't move and a part of me feels like I can't move
I can't go forward and I am stuck in solitude.
Metrics,
Real concs.
Problems,
Solve ‘ems.
Nature,
Culture.
See slave,
Behave.
Faction,
Action.
Mating,
Dating.
Suckle,
Chuckle.
Test tube,
Stat loop.
Scope read,
Nodes said.
Bi drive,
Lat hive.
Theory,
Clearly.
Method,
Deft thud.
Method,
Deft cod.
Select,
Chain checked.
Gather,
Blether.
Science,
Finance.
Science,
Distance.
Freedom,
Kingdom.
Freedom,
Random.
There is No Last Page
Tweet out green songs everyday
Hours always tend to start anew
Endless sensations crowd around
Raring to come to your perception
Evening looks for morning smile
I know you will be always there
Saying sweetly, ‘Here, I am here’
New bowl for old words appears
Old is never slain by swords
Love your mirror, clean it daily
Allow the sun and shade in it
Smell the garden for fragrance
Towards a poem of fluent rose
Pens are ever eager to respond
Across green and red pulsation
Gems flash in the swing of time
Exist and extend, sings the robin
___________________________________
17/01/2017
For the contest, Message in an Acrostic
Sponsor, Kim Rodrigues
Twenty-five wounded pedestrians,
At my door...
Twenty -five
Barely alive...
What should I do?
Call twenty-five ambulances?
Twenty-five EMS?
How'd I ever,
Get in this mess?
Why's everyone always comin'
To my door?
Has it got twenty-five
Pheromones?
Twenty-five scents?
Twenty-five invitations?
Perhaps I've gone mad
And no-one's there
I sit in my room,
And at the wall stare
Till they come to get me
Who-ever they are
If I answer the door,
They'll put my brain in a jar.