Best Medical Poems
There was an old man, to the doctor he went
He needed advice, he needed to vent
He read that he mustn’t have too much to eat
Or his good health, that would surely defeat.
No sugar, but substitutes would be fine
No diet drinks, or beer, or even wine
He stressed out and tried to listen so well
And followed the book, as his friends would tell.
His entire life was spent planning each day
While following every word “they” would say
Then he developed all manner of “ill”
Was sure he was dying against his will.
An autopsy was done, a finding found…
His constant worry put him in the ground!
Reminders we are not finite
Lest we should forget
Time tends to stop and hover
Undetectable
In a slow motion whirl
Caught in an endless loop
Like a 45 record that skips
It’s a typical phenomena
In all hospital waiting rooms
A soupy silence so very palpable
Contemplating the meaning of life
And what is left of it
Prisoner caught in a time warp
While life goes on outside this window
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice
Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see
Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can win
It’s true; home invasions may be on the rise
As smoke from the pot fills up our skies
Children of growers will grow up and use
Trying hard to fill up their parent’s shoes
We work, pay taxes, they rake in the cash
Everybody’s looking for some kind of stash
My stash is my daughter she is also my pride
From her there are no actions I would ever hide
There are two little feet that are following me
Eyes as beautiful and innocent as two eyes can be
Those eyes look at me like I’m Robert De Niro
I’m not just her daddy I’m that little girls hero
Because, I made the changes a man makes in life
I made them for my children and also my wife
I’m at the top of my class and like it or not
I wouldn’t be here, sitting around smoking pot
The Lord is my Shepherd my wife is my friend
Each lets me know there are rules I can’t bend
I talked it over with the Lord and my wife
Everything bad comes with that way life
We no longer choose to wear addicts shoes
But you be our guest go right ahead and use
I bear no animosity I will hold no grudge
I may be a Christian but I am no Judge
Aside from all the Politics this is my voice
I know growing pot is not the right choice
Medical Marijuana is an issue that I have
friends on each side of the table. I think
each side has many valid points. i think
it's an issue that will never be resolved
because the two sides see things very
differently. I have far to much to live
for to sit around high. But then again,
who am I to judge.
I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as what I’m made of.
I see summer in spring.
My eyes touch the sky and sky me.
I feel people staring at me
but why don’t they ask me about my Glaucoma.
My optic nerve, the cable, is damaged
And sends visual information to the brain
And can cause slight vision or even blindness
And am advised to take marijuana,
The most controversial choice
though there are alternative therapies.
I know smoking marijuana has been proven
to reduce intra ocular pressure
and prevents optic nerve damage
but takes a heavy toll
as one has to smoke multiple times a day
for the consistent results
adding to the global drama of medical marijuana.
I am trying it out but…….
Feeling the side effects of depression & exacerbate asthma.
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November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Medical Marijuana by Debbie Guzzi
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The American Heritage Medical Dictionary
defines "Psychopath" in the following category;
"A person with an antisocial personality disorder,
especially one manifested in perverted, criminal or amoral behavior."
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The following is in response to the above anonymously
from one who displays key symptoms of Psychopathy.
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Misunderstood
I'm not prone to violence,
but I have no conscience.
I'm aware of happiness, saddness and every emotion,
but I lack the ability to feel any of them.
Every smile and tear I display I always fake.
I study the behaviour of others and assimilate,
but not so much as a conscious deception.
I'm just desperatly attempting to fit in.
My world is one of me surrounded by alians
whose lives are apparently dictated by their emotions.
I cannot make a connection with any of them
and so I live most of my life in isolation.
I have lost my share of so called loved ones
but I never for a moment grieved for any of them.
One cannot grieve when one does not know emotion.
I have an accurate awareness of what is right and wrong
Like so many I strive to be good. I want to belong,
but I'll never know what it feels like to love, cry or laugh,
and I too have been diagnosed a psychopath.
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We bust ours
To help theirs.
Masters of the all-nighter,
Supporters of caffeine.
Sleep is but another word,
Far less important than fascia.
Pushing ourselves
For that extra tenth of a grade.
Somehow it doesn’t matter,
Those wise-second years tell us.
The boards will level us all,
Make our efforts worthless they say…
Our noses to our 700 pages of biochemistry,
Our pens doodling on our useless behavioral medicine books…
We ignore them, pushing on.
Together we have arrived…
With one goal in mind…
To make tons of money and marry super models…
Err,
To bust ours,
So we can help theirs…
Marijuana puffs
Famed hallucinatory.
Laced with excuses.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 8, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
M edically necessary to help those
A fflicted with life changing diseases.
R ealizing that many suffering
I ndividuals need this legalized
J ust to continue the quality and
U sefulness of their lives.
A lternative medications don’t work, but
N ot having this narcotic
A vailable, many will suffer terribly.
Dwelling in them, a soft hearted soul
Love plated but pain on its core
Moss covered mountains to cross
Full of merciless piercing stones
Mind invested into a battle of memories
Battle with horrible images of courses in diaries
Both ends candles are burnt
To light the way through the six hills of torment
Flooding down cheeks are tears
Shaking rough hands of lamenting songs
Injecting the venom of fear into the spirits
Made to be passed, though hurting beyond limits
Journey of a medical student
Like a terrifying flood to expose the hidden gold
Medical Conditions of Cartoon Characters
By Elton Camp
Barbie and Ken look just right
Cartoon characters are no delight
There is old Porky Pig, if you please
Obviously he has Parkinson’s disease
And just as soon as you see her
You know Olive Oyl has anorexia
Attention deficit disorder has Daffy Duck
Unless he’s treated, he’ll be out of luck
Elephantiasis afflicts sailor Popeye
His arms and legs you can tell it by
Pepe LePew suffers from sexual addiction
Of that fact, there can be no contradiction
Then there’s Sylvester the black & white cat
A severe lisp surely makes him talk like that
There are others who’ll doubtless come to mind
Whose bad medical problems it isn’t hard to find
Medical Field Of Dreams
Doctor Duit and his staff say
There is no cure for life or life assurance
For all things medical and medieval
Take 2 aspirin and call us in the morning
Leave divorce and other sorted things to lawyers
We’re headed for the golf course where we belong
When I get ill I see the nurse and her thermometer
In the end I get it with an Obama bill
There is no anxiety, as medical is free, or some such fantasy
If I have to pay, I’ll take another pill
That’s way too much to swallow
Government approval is mandatory
If I don’t comply I’ll simply die
They tell me that I’m well
Which translates, terminal
Nurse takes me to the quiet room
Studies my symptoms, searches for solutions
She asks me for my soul and, “Are you covered?”
“At night when sleeping”, I say
Doctors take to golf course for the cure
For schemes and dreams
They are seen no more
The final health care nightmare is
Illness is what they say it is
According to biblical prognostications and medieval ways
Submitted for your approval
Go home and pray for health
There is nothing like that here
Nurse says to me; “How will you be paying for this today Mr. Functionary?”
“Why, with my life of course and not a penny more.” I retort
The Medical Emergency Bracelet
By Elton Camp
Many wear bracelets, others to apprise
What to do if an emergency should arise
“If you find me in trouble, please if you will
Under my tongue put a nitroglycerine pill.”
“I am extremely allergic to penicillin, you see
Just one injection could very easily kill me.”
“I suffer from an extreme form of diabetes.
Remember that fact when you treat me, please.”
LeRoy decided it’d be wise to get one too
For the one thing he needed someone to do
“If you find me lying helpless at your feet,
Before all else, my browser history delete.”
Here I sit again once more
Another doctor visit today,
More lab work and tests
I just want the pain to go away.
One doctor says its this
Another says its something new,
I'm still left without any answers
While over the weeks my pain grew.
Is this all such a mystery
Are things really so complicated,
Tell me when i'll find this out
Will the pains to the results be related.
Many have faith in medicine
Say doctor's were made by man,
Why do they take their precious time
This is something I'll never understand.
I'm finally in an axam room
Told the doctor will come in a bit,
If i wasnt in so much pain right now
I'd walk out and say forget it.
It’s not rare ; it’s a common plight..
Best way to start a good fight.
There are a lot of studies about diseases,
Symptoms include coughs and sneezes.
Aches, pains, fever and depression,
Even fetishes and obsession.
These symptoms may include sundry conditions.
Including vomiting, diarrhea and other emissions,
But by far none can cause more pain suffering and miserablearianism,
Than an attitudinalistic condition called Bichyinthemorningtarianism.
Be on guard and keep way clear of that patient please.
It is, after all, a highly communicable disease!
Medical Marvels
Medics in a clinic in Honda,
Columbia – way south of our border
Helped a young woman who’s HooHa
Seemed a bit – well – out of order
It seemed she had green vines protruding
Where green vines should never have been
Twas from a potato now sprouting
That her mother had had her place in
Her mother said it was protection
An organic grown IUD
The sight of a vine from that region
I know would sure do it for me
The doctors said it was unhealthy
Removed it and all of its sprouts
They said she was now back to normal
But me; well, I still have some doubts
Another young woman in Bishkek
Somewhere in Europe I guess
Complained of severe stomach cramping
And seemed to be under some stress
She had a bad habit of chewing
Discarded hair and her own
And all that hair she had been chewing
Had gathered in her stomach zone
The doctors performed hair removal
An 8.8 pound ball of fur
She’s since cut her hair in a pixie
In case the urge should reoccur