Best Forceps Poems

Intravenous therapy,
She's watching over me.
Grasping my hand,
She whispers, "please dear, count to ten."

Six... piercing paralysis,
Her hand cold as the air.
She lets go, leaving me there.
Alone, squirming, for just one prayer.

Yelling, and screaming.
Kicking, twisting, and questioning.
Nothing happens, its all in my head.
Frozen, welded to my metal...

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I close my eyes
So I can see you
That I'm still in your heart

I clench my hands
So I can feel you
That I'm still inside of you

I rub my heart
To ponder... that you still care for me
I call my soul
To wonder... you're my home in me

You opened...

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I know a place; no one likes to be there,
yet nearly everyone I know has gone
to sit with trepidation in a chair,
and then reclined, each person sits and drools
while helplessly they stare up at the face
of someone who is cramming too big tools
inside their mouth,...

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to happen.
But still,
I can’t get it out of my mind.
The last...

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Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani 

         ...

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As I entered the dissection hall with trepidation
My insides churned with disgust
When I set eyes on the cadaver
I felt scared and squeamish, but to continue was a must

I slipped on my gloves
And held up my forceps in my hand
As I looked around at my comrades
I...

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I’m a revelation, a mutation, a mutilation,
Divine will and hysterical damnation.
One nation under a spell of castration.
I’m the chemical, you’re the academical,
Condemning the notion of free motion.
Polemical
Hearing
Healing
Break through the gold ceiling, persist to steal it.
Stuck in the system.
Dreaming
Not feeling pure.
Imagination ain’t real.

In my defence, I...

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Slide back the action,
The hammer clicks,
Reaction,
Pin hits the primer resulting in a kick,
I exit the barrel causing disruption.

I give no thought to my victim, 
No mercy when I hit them,
Shredding flesh and shattering bone,
Pray one of I doesn't visit your home.

Cold now,
They try to remove...

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With the sun in the forceps 
Of an ageless night, 
The bells at the lighthouse toll 
Until they are merely sterile 
Breaths.  
Occasionally, a ghostly whisper 
Validates and dissects 
Each tear, each truth. 
I can't imagine their loneliness- 
watching light burn 
Until it is...

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Hey s'up Joe? You bring the beer?
Yup, I'll set it here within our reach.
You know, we've been at this a year..
I see you got that last part complete.

This book sure was a nice find, Bill.
Yeah, though I'm not sure about these kits.
What ya mean?. Hand...

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trapped,
safeguarded,
each appendage
secured in amber,
some Jurassic specimen
created for your gaze

you regard me
with a quizzical eye,
comb your notes carefully 
for collected data
on my anomalies

how to straighten this limb,
shape this abdomen,
bend this thorax
to fashion the perfect
exemplar of your
scientific prowess

no manufactured artifice
will satisfy you
you deftly maneuver
and rearrange,
cut and reassemble,
manipulating...

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The world has never been smaller,
we’re making strides for peace,
bonds of trade and the internet
bring us closer, at least.
an age where the old armed conflicts
may finally be no more—

(If your really want a lasting peace,
prepare yourselves for war)

It’s our job to make sure people
do not...

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Those Midnight Infatuations 


 


 


1. 


You're the water  


on the phone Sun 


that I crave. 


To become the 


dopamine blocker  


in my brain. 


 


2. 


I am the minuscule rolled balls    


of lent you pull at  


on clothing...

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Word Painting In Black and White

Cubed ice dismantling the plank bridge with pliers 
made of syrup spilled with a dash of grief and brawn 
the reptilian doughboy mixes up another cosmic batch 
of truth cookies designed to mislead with wishes of 
the big power grab...

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Twisting, spinning, upside down
Scraping, sliding sideways, air bags deployed 
Blackness, calm, conscious, seat belt bound
visions flashing through his brain
Does not know who, someone has bled
Dash lights blurry, silence
"Megan, Megan!"
"Oh, my God, my daughter"

“Forceps..Clamp...watch the heart beat.”
“Doctor we’re losing him, No, he’s back”

“Dad, you’re hurt!!!”
“Hush sweet,...

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