Best Medical Science Poems
You swallow billions in cash, yet your assault strengthens,
everything with life now stands on one side against you
but your unpredictability is what gives you this audacity.
Your sarcasm and indifference to mankind
may seem to amputate medical science
but even on wheel-chairs,
we will hold hands together, never giving up.
You now pass through numerous gates
to the fat, slim, male and female;
to the adults, kids, rich and poor;
to drunkards, smokers, abstained or perverse;
to the omnivore, vegan, sexually active or not;
to the religious, spiritual, free thinker or non-thinking.
You shoot them all in an unfair rampage
making the task so herculean for you to be controlled.
Your spread plays the gruesome music of death
inviting the straws of extinction to sap life out in slow sips.
The more your covered distance, the more your torment.
Towards the end of the road, your merciless afflictions
are an indication, nature can acquire a bad side.
You come with a red card held by a fatal hand
then go with a white one with the inscription of a soul.
All humanity fight, but our blows seem not to reach you.
For long, we’ve taken your jabs
and being on the receiving end is becoming so protracted.
But we’ll hold steadfast, never giving in to a knock-out;
staying strong, united and hopeful,
that someday, victory will be hope's fashion
for the new dawn to be here permanently.
AU COURANT AU FAIT – THE HEART OF IMAGINATION ABREAST
The invention of the automobile is a thing to ponder. In words of the heart of imagination, the temperament wonders why divine providence gave the sense of knowledge of those natural resources that predefined the automobilist. Medical science is even more radical to design machinery that tells about our brain and body. Hardly conceived is their intelligence, the questions are answers hidden.
I imagine that deity would be exposure to another vestibule with biblical emergence.
The status of a country being oppressed is imagine by who defines the Antichrist. We have seen in the time of Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, and now reign Vladimir Putin.
Can you imagine the words to define suppression with the heart of a warrior depicting the coming mêlée?
The imagination portrays the brilliance of today to evolution and the procreation of humankind. What do men seek via Social Science? A world that is no longer divine, but a mind that divides to discovery a new way of life.
I imagine that divinity is vested on earth because of lack of appearance of a known God.
The imagination questions prior occurrences aboard and at home. We are our insight and inspiration via an unknown God.
I imagine that religion imperceptibility will become a theological pre-cognizant of The School of Social Theological Studies, which is demarcated as the heart of imagination discerned by word utilization.
Do you imagine the same?
Are similarities being disseminated?
Facilitated via a school of thought, suppressed knowledge will come forth to take the outer limits to higher grounds.
Were heavens are immortalized.
In essence, these words have been pre-constructed to pre-define the heart of imagination.
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Penned on October 18, 2014!
Zika Virus End Within Sight
For far too long we have been at the mercy of tiny little creatures from hell..
Specialised tormentors that seek and suck blood from victims in order to procreate…
Being mosquitoes, their insidious bites and itches are most irritating to our toes…
Each time they make a bee line for quick nip of blood letting , much to our woes..
Given the many varieties and types of these irritating flying insects…
It is most abundantly found in many countries, especially in the tropics…
Besides interrupting sound sleep, these hellish insects spread dangerous diseases…
Central to all of these deadly diseases is the spread of the flaviviruses…
Now this is a family of dangerous and deadly viruses borne by mosquitoes…
If these viruses are a danger to the mosquitoes themselves, we can rejoice…
But the Almighty God in His infinite wisdom has deemed otherwise…
Mosquitoes are carriers, they are the vessels to spread the diseases worldwide..,
Latest World Health Organisation alert has awakened the world all over…
Zika virus is afire, spreading and infecting the human population many times over…
Health and hospital authorities are swamped with increasing numbers of Zika sufferers..
It is a worldwide call to be vigilant, microcephaly in new born babies a consequence…
Today there is some good news to the end of this Zika tunnel of health concern..
The proverbial light at the end of its tunnel of darkness and its dire consequences…
Careful research on a group of volunteers isolated for some intensive clinical monitoring…
Has yielded very promising results that might well signal a momentous medical breakthrough..
As the world awaits for more conclusive and definitive measures to counter the flaviviruses..
Hopes are raised that in time, medical science overcomes all variant forms of the flaviviruses…
As we continue to hope and await the latest drugs and medicine to be readily available..
It is vital we try to minimise and eliminate the mosquito menace at home as far as possible…
http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2016/03/18/works-100-dengue-vaccine-is-effective/
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.
I lie prostrate on my bed, breathless and afraid,
Emotions fly through my head, feel dismayed,
Forsaken by God even though I prayed
I weep for the tomorrow's I will not see
A smile lit up my face, doctors want to try a new something
A break through in medical science needs testing
Would I agree they say, I said I will try anything
Looks like God listened after all
My destiny now lies in the hands of science
Feeling gross but will stay compliance
Will get better, I mentally say in defiance
Tomorrow is just another day
I cry out as the drug brings pain to the surface
A rash appears, itching, red, inflaming the epidermis
Am I allergic to this wonder drug, I dont need this
I awake feeling better, I give thanks.
Written on 14/5/2018
chosen title... How I feel today
Contest Rhyme and Refrain sponsored by Broken Wings.
LIFE'S REASON?
Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.
Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.
To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat
in defiance.
It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.
The past three months, since November
I have had a terrible cough.
It serves no purpose, there is no mucus and no echoes in my chest.
Just a dry, pointless cough.
The Doctors tell me it will pass, my lungs are fine.
"Loads of people have got it."
How many people?
No-one I know suffers from it.
They say there is nothing they can give me.
There must be, what is modern medical science for?
I just want to feel normal please!
This cough, in certain ways though,
has been a blessing.
It meant I could no longer smoke lovely Marijuana.
This has led to a 'clean' mind and life.
Being clean is rewarding to my thoughts.
The point I am at in life, requires I stay clean.
Except for a cough.
I can sort it all out, fortunes, plans and dreams are aligning.
This cough has become a part of my everyday life.
I am aware that every-time I splutter it out,
I seem infected and ill.
This is not contagious, I swear.
My body I leave
to medical science
to prod and dissect
to look at and inspect
let's see
if they can
make more of me
than I ever could.
Sometimes the child limits his growth
a friend of mind could not read
asking him why he stated
"the more you learn"
"the more you have to argue about"
People act on their beleifs
violence, corruption, inhibitions
all come down to your inner beleifs
as a child Dave developed this idea
The more you learn
the more you argue
granted it was wrong
his life is full of arguements
My son was also very talented
always got A's going through school
he had the ability
to become anything he wanted
yet he developed the idea telling me
"There is no point in studying
there are qualified people
that can't get into work"
Granted he was right
pointing our that two trained
nurses where working at
a supermarket
sometime if we over train
in one field
we find two many people
for the jobs we can supply
yet apart of me knows
those girls with the nursing
qualification could have travelled
could have found jobs
Knowledge leads to success
I wonder what those girls are doing now
bet they don't work in the
supermarket any more
A fiend of mine trained up
in medical science
he wanted to help overcome cancer
but that is not where reality placed him
now he helps design
systems for immigrants
coming into the country
he found a good job
perhaps not what he dreamed
but still it lead to his success
not that my son didn't succeed he did
he found a job in management
has a son and knows how to enjoy life
I don't see him much
but I am still very proud of him
life does not give you
every thing you dream
sometimes you wake up in the morning
and find the unexpected happens
sometimes it's better than expected.
This joke has worn thin, it’s a membrane of gauze
which insulates feelings and never gives pause
to express the frustrations, self hatred and fear
of existence defined by lung-blood and beer.
Each day is a nightmare, each night sheer hell
when I can’t rid myself of the memory and smell
or the stress and the strain of a pointless day’s toil
in a cracked sort of twilight that tastes of dead soil.
Anaesthetized, programmed, my mind running cold,
fixed smile on my lips that feels centuries old;
through urine and faeces and bile and despair
I try hard not to tear out what’s left of my hair.
What a mindless profession I’ve taken to heart
in this war of attrition that rips lives apart;
there’s no wisdom, no succour, no comfort to give,
no cure for the stricken or chance they will live.
Brain cells are miasmas of stark atrophy,
behaviourally slaughtered, wild thoughts roaming free
through a fairground of broken up structures and dreams
in a wasteland of dopamine ricochet screams.
Dazed and confused and disorientated,
the crippled and aged whose minds have stagnated
in leather bound skulls housing dull vacant eyes
as they stumble their way to a thoughtless demise.
King Solomon, people, don’t live in this place,
we pretend that he does but it shows on my face;
I’m deluded and burnt-out, a white coated shell
and if anyone cares here they’ve hidden it well.
Their time was up years past, they’ve only reliance,
preserved and half pickled by medical science;
a loved one, a husband, a wife or a friend,
parked up a cul-de-sac, right ‘round the bend.
Yet they’ve lived more than I have, these sad walking dead,
I’m the garbage man mercenary perched at the bed,
I am lifeless, less feeling than they’ll ever be:
if you don’t fool with dead things then don’t fool with me.
Why’s there so much clart along with your message?
Why does your face rage with indifference, stare?
When will you realise you’re validating such ullage,
You’re propounding concern, not honest, but a glare?
Are you talking to me just to direct and set my beliefs,
To imbue, give an understanding of Jesus that won’t fail?
Well, I’ve read the bible and know what I think, my sheafs,
And would not like anyone to quill or administer ail.
Talking to people for a subsidiary reason is wrong,
The same subsidiary reason every time unspoken, unsaid,
But fluently promoted by ministers and brothers in song,
In friendship conversations this purpose is hot and red.
The purpose Christians talk with you is evangelism,
Not purely for interest, concern, love or admiration,
But they need to latch onto others in deviant egotism,
Onto the others in your life, relationships common.
It’s not fair, their dependence on your selfless synchrony,
Their bill of rights which says they can presume, prod,
Their reputation as caring which supersedes all disharmony,
Their statement as knowing the way that’s true, not odd.
I know what the truth is, my atheism was never a fallacy,
It’s implications spread like a watered ivy on a stone wall,
Giving me evolution theory, the sciences of no discrepancy,
And medical science which saves in its standing so tall.
Popular Mozart melodies are playing on a low loop.
Five people tense as a clinic nurse
calls us in or leaves us hanging.
I know the drill,
she’ll lead me reluctantly to the scales,
the usual sighs of ritual humiliation;
“Are you 6 foot” she inquires
looking at the chart skeptically.
I don’t tell her that for the last 10 years
I have been shrinking while my bull neck
sinks lower, torpedoed by a laptop navy.
In the Doctors examination room
I slump worry and hum.
I know I will be there for a while,
long enough for me to scribble this poem down
in a dollar store notepad.
Back home I will spell-check every other word -
my mind was on a lump in my gullet.
After much examination
the doctor declared that I have a bone in my throat
one unknown to medical science;
at first she thought it might be a chicken bone
but it waggles only when I talk
and spins when I write.
Apparently there are strings attached to it,
something is pulling at that little bone.
When x-rayed it dances a jig
as if to entertain.
I’m still waiting for a second opinion
though I must admit I am enjoying
being the unidentified voice
of my muses little pinky bone.
Like a black snake hidden in pitch dark,
Unseen from the deep a big white shark,
In broad day light, yet invisible in China,
Strikes a virus called the deadly Corona.
A cough, a sneeze then high grade fever,
Short of breath, wheeze, in bed for ever,
If you are lucky you may soon be right,
But unlucky succumb to its deadly might.
Let’s pray for the victims of this malady,
Let’s hope medical science finds a remedy,
That will save humanity from another threat,
A new plague to conquer our main target.
A life Time
How long is a lifetime it cannot be measured in years
my brother died young yet left behind five children
and I was born a weakling – he will never grow old
doctors said- weak heart and pacemaker, I’m kept alive
by modern medical science and have lived to get old.
I know the end can strike anytime anywhere, but I will
not think about it. However, long my life- time it has been
short as I leave nothing behind to be remembered for.
“As my father said”, a made up lie, no one will have to
make up stories about me