Best Neurologist Poems

dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease

dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s...

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Dedicated to my son, my heart, my Kyle


As infant, he was a smile and precious dimples
  who had experienced no day or night simple.
He constantly battled while growing in the womb
  in order to cease death's increasing threat of doom.
He battled inside the...

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On that fateful day in August arriving late, so unusual for me
For I am always early; did I know deep down what the verdict would be
As soon as I walked through that door, the neurologist told me my fate
I had Parkinson’s she said; a degenerative...

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My accomplish are very small throughout the  daytime
Senior and retired, I have to remember to make sure I don’t forget to take my pills
Memory is short and cannot  focus

Seven fifteen  in the morning comes around very quickly,
especially when I go to bed...

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I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the...

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The neurologist hung me out to dry
“No cure,” says he as I hang by a thread
All dressed up and wanting to fly
Took torturous tests that I did dread
What?  No means of comfort? Have I misread?

Like a kitten on a hook, I hang and wait
Please...

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I went to buy an R.V.
They said all I could afford was a Lose-a Beggo.

I bought a pair of alligator shoes.
But then I started wandering off into swamps.
Finally, I had to toss them, they were
really biting my feet.
I got arrested for tossing
an endangered species.

I got...

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"Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." Psalm 106:1 of the King James Bible*

“He will progress toward retrogression…”
oh, gloomy tidings --- verily heart breaking news 
I was confronted with, more than a...

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Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat 
twist and yank and pull
through smashed socket
cracking temples in a vice grip
hammer through bone and gristle

take that sharpened fork,
heated sear my tender neck 
claw it off my tightened shoulders,

dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth 
every nerve alive
flesh...

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Left

© By Holly W. Schwartztol

Early on that morning
I wracked my brain
Trying to solve
A computer glitch

As I left the wretched machine
I rose and felt suddenly dizzy
And as the room spun

I chided myself
Saying this isn’t worth
Your having a stroke

I lay down on the bed
Listened to a disc
That...

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Delightfully coloring a butterfly drawing
my child, secured in his custom-built wheel chair
grips, midst obvious struggle
his yellow crayon…

Wow… he’s enjoying his creativity-schedule
as he painstakingly finishes his artwork
along bugging restlessness
overcoming “butterfly-in-pupa stage” syndrome…

Soon with glee-filled countenance
devoid of bashful gesture
he shows me his masterpiece:
a glowing butterfly, radiant in...

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part 1 of 2

Annick (my 28 year old sister) came down to NYC, from Boston, for a day visit. It was one of those warm, cerulean days between Christmas and New Years. Annick’s in a surgical residence, in a pandemic, but still somehow, she got...

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My known, soothing landscapes,
grown from my own hues and shapes,
somehow vanquished their view.
Just one more sore blister of news
to aid my staid mind’s gist of confused.
My angered fist punched tears in their wake
before my shock shakily jot them on a list
of all my fear sought...

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At first, I barely noticed your presence
all I saw of you was 
a swift turn of the head
no one else noticed 
but I did
Over time you became bolder
extrovert, out there
then, everyone noticed
when the spasmodic jerking began
I hated you. Prayed for you to go away
but as...

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Being bullied to death by JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY FRAUD it all began with my entering Montez Williams poetry contest after suffering severe mental breakdown writing poetry was comforting healing my son encouraged me to enter and I did 1999 I wasn’t the greatest...

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