Best Infirmary Poems

Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I am still here.

I leaned against the pillar of your soul
And...

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I'll be happy to be a leprechaun
That silly green hat will be worn.
If ye share yer pot of gold with me
A leprechaun I'll be happy to be.

I'll buy ye a pint of the black stuff
More if that's not enough
If ye give me a gold coin...

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This past week it was raining cats and dogs,
prayed about it to not get so annoyed,
one car totaled other in infirmary,
husband tomorrow having triple bypass surgery,
Meow, Arf, Splat go land some more in the bog....

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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing

Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic...

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My bike was transportation; Mom didn’t drive
But sometimes I sped off on an adventure
To Telegraph Hill the miles were only five
Big sis and I made the ride a joint venture

What she didn’t know was the trek was uphill
Although one could coast nearly all the way...

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I am sitting down with my pen,
in a faraway land
For many days, I recalled my memories,
That faded with poor calories
I want to share the aesthetic childhood
spent in the lap of a maternal knighthood.

They are my sisters sent from heaven,
with so many magical possessions 
They stood...

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Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The hour is getting late. 
Fleeting forms across the scene, 
Are...

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Vast hollow hall, ambient glow entering slow on tiptoe
calls out “Hello! is anyone here?” 
Door hinge swing--by sight unseen
peripheral movement from the rear--none appear

One soft nudge connects, then more come next
and next, and next
Voice excited, nervous, bland--man, and man all man
device bubbles hover-crafted,
image profiles for...

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A summoning I’m trying to forget.                                       ...

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Federal infirmary
Cuckoos counting the clock
Helicopter choppers
And interstate police

My baby was thin skinned
Brain drained and paranoid

The cops came to the place
Knocking like street busters
I was sitting cosey like ghostbusters
Door frame, and the letter of the law

This game no more
Dont need to provoke or prove a point
Leave...

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Dedicated to Mississippi John Hurt
...whose melodies were as sweet as bird song 


Oh how I long
For that sweet bird song

Sweet Lord bye & bye

Prop       my       chair
'Neath that old window bare

Sweet Lord bye &...

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If things keep goin’ my way, I don’t know what I’ll do
Maybe I’ll go be a priest in the Church of Déjà vu 
Maybe I’ll court a woman and go to Harvard for a degree
Maybe they’ll cast my carcass out from the infirmary

I remember what...

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Witness to every notable trip
highlighting life and death travelogue strip
I can recount incidents bringing heart-rip
surpassing accidents of fatal engine oil drip
yet expressing to God thankfulness* midst blissful serenity-grip!

Once I served as an ambulance
to the infirmary I lost my balance
propelling mute patients utter remarkable parlance
calling the...

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Agonizing Christmas days in the infirmary
There I was, vanquishing ailment-inflicted misery 
Beseeching the Lord for miraculous victory*
While soberly pondering Emmanuel’s birth story
…marvelously wondrous in human history.

On his intensive care unit’s bed, ailing
Dad groaned in pain, health grievously failing
Afflicted since affected, I hated my own wailing
While...

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Maybe if I shoved
my fingers
down
my throat,
starved myself into the ship's infirmary,
photoshopped my face to a matt effect,
associated with CGI creatures,
wore spandex suits with silver occular vision implants
and died my hair that
oh-so-desired blonde,
came back to you from light years away.
Maybe then
I would be that alien object
that...

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