Best Paramedics Poems
This is a well deserved tribute that I'd like to share
For those wonderful people working in our health care
Doctors, nurses, paramedics and admin staff too
Auxiliaries and cleaners risking their lives for you.
All over the world ex health staff answered a call
To form with ex colleagues a formidable wall
Against the Coronavirus that's bringing death and misery
Infecting thousands of people in every country.
Many people have come forward offering their services too
Performing none medical tasks that nurses often do
And those vulnerable people who are living in isolation
Looked after by volunteers bringing food and medication.
Father Beradelli an Italian priest his life he did give
Refusing a ventilator so that a younger person might live
The list of good deeds by strangers whom we'll never know
Would fill volumes of books and continues to grow.
The army, police and fire-fighters are playing a part too
Trying to keep some normality for me and for you
Shops and supermarket staff too are on the front line
Delivery drivers moving goods to secure a lifeline.
There are many more unseen heroes not mentioned here
But memories of their actions we will always hold dear
You the reader can play your part even one small kind deed
By helping neighbours and strangers in their hour of need.
Written on 27th March 2020.
Categories:
paramedics, people, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
He’s 85 and he says he isn’t going to die.
Stooped over very badly, maybe two feet shorter now
than he used to be in his prime
and walking very slowly with his cane,
he insists on opening his own doors,
saying this while breathing heavily.
He refuses elderly care and drives a car.
He tells us he is never going to die.
Two surgeries since Christmas (nearly dying on the table);
two visits to ER this week alone;
with blood pressure so low it’s fightening,
oxygen the lowest of the low,
a pancreas with blockage, unhealthy lungs
and a heart that seems to scorn
the pacemaker recently therein inserted,
he tells us he isn’t going to die.
He says he wants to get around
to working on his beloved stained glass projects,
but they stay in his garage,
for he’s sleeping more and more.
He says he wants to write his autobiography, for
his life was fascinating; he invented things,
started up a business and had his dream house built.
Always he said he would not die.
Tonight he’s in ER having a cat scan.
He fell against his bathtub very dizzy, then threw up
and finally decided to call the paramedics.
Doctors can’t seem to help him further.
All that they can do for him they’ve done already.
He told us lately he’s been having dreams
about the wife he lost a year ago.
I bet he’ll say tomorrow that he’s never going to die.
(Written March 3, 2019 about a man well known by my husband and me. This year he is 86 years old and working on his stained glass projects)!
Categories:
paramedics, death,
Form:
Free verse
THE NEWS
____________________________________________________________
Life Defined by Moments Blindsided
written by The Broken Hearted
Read the news today. There is blues Obituary
today. Agony in whatever we choose His life was extraordinary.
today. Is there no other way than Proud family, wife named Glory
to escape the day? Why did you have His children Edward and Tory
to end your life this way? Too many Died Monday first of July
have to question there own sanity Police give no reason why
taking your own life, is it vanity? Service will be held at one
Trying to control your own calamity? a potluck diner after it is done.
Why didn't you just converse with ________________________
somebody? Isn't that how it is
suppose to be? No one is suppose JOIN THE ARMY
to feel so alone that they end their
own life. What are we going to do A Bright Future
as society? It is paralyzing to think Awaits YOU!
of what could be, when we take to
the destruction personally. It is not ______________________
suppose to be that way. Pages ripped
away, the book is close and can't be oil change
replayed. A story over and its gone. 14.99
___________________________________________________________
POLICE BEAT
Police arrived on the scene shortly after hearing a gun shot fired on the second block of Hayes Road. A male was found deceased with a self inflicted wound to the head.
Cat in a tree on Main street. Firefighters, paramedics and officers dispatched. Cat is safe without injury.
_____________________________________________________________
WEATHER Lottery Numbers
Partly cloudy with chance of
thunderstorms. 85 degreess 6, 42, 66, 81, 89 01
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Folded away, tossed aside, no longer in view.
Nothing else printed, nothing else said about you.
We'll probably move on, we'll probably heal,
and we'll never have known what you feel.
Categories:
paramedics, suicide,
Form:
Shape
24 PROMISES
Waking up in the arms of fire.
Ashes all around, burning picture frame.
I see nothing, the night is dark as can be.
I look up and see my father crying over me.
At this moment, I'm confused.
"AM I DREAMING!"
"AM I!"
I feel and see the tears falling from his eyes.
Without hearing him talk,
I PANIC ~
~At this moment. I feel my whole world collide~
Trying to talk, he whispers words,
Saying, "It's your mother!"
He mutters, them words I don't want to hear.
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
My heart drops onto the floor.
One long drop, I can feel everything in me wake up.
My blood is rushing, my bones can't stand still.
These tears, falling from my dad are real.
*I'm not dreaming* ANYMORE!
Without caring to put my shoes on,
I rush into my car and make it to mother's house.
The hours began to drag.
I got to see her lifeless body on the floor,
The paramedics setting her onto a gurney.
I jump on the ambulance,
Yelling at my mother to wake up.
"WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP!"
She can't hear me,, cause I'm crying.
At this moment, every minute felt like an hour.
**I actually felt eternity, just by holding her hand.**
Arriving at the hospital.
I try to pull myself together.
Now her body is attached to life support.
I'm thinking she will pull through.
She always pulls through.
I closed my eyes, and told God,
I know I don't believe in miracles, nor will I ask for one,
Don't take her today or in that way.
Let her go on her own.
My eyes were close so tight,
God allowed a vision in my mind.
"My mother waiting for me on the other side"
I refused to let them remove her off LIFE SUPPORT.
Leaning over her lifeless body.
I whispered one thing into her ear,
I told her, my son's birthday near.
I told her you never were there for me,
Stay for his birthday, then set yourself free.
Hours, and hours past, she made it the first day.
Another 24 hours past, she stuck around another day.
Another 24 hours past, now it's my son's birthday.
Not another hour past, she decided to go her way.
She left without saying Goodbye...
I cried,
Ever since that day, something inside died.
by;p.d.
Categories:
paramedics, body, dad, death, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
June Second at the beach we played scrabble
He protested the use of “ode”
I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe”
With friends we laughed the entire way home
And when they left, Daniel proposed
He tied a string 'round my finger, said it would be replaced by a ring
It was the Third of June
(another sleepy, sandy Florida day)
When Daniel picked me up for a dip in Dog Lake
I suggested we swim across
He was reluctant, but swam anyway
Reaching the middle of the lake
“I can’t make it,” he called to me
“You’re kidding,” I laughed, turning to see
Daniel splashing futilely
Although I tried to pull him to shore,
We crossed underwater plants
He must have thought they were snakes and broke away
Dark water with tannic acid
Where did he go? I screamed for help
The search was underway when paramedics arrived
Linking hands, everyone walked into the water
But it was Daniel’s friend Art who found his hand
“It was like he was reaching out to me,” he said
Of course, it was too late
My sweet man had met his fate
And I made a vow
Every June Third, I drive out to Dog Lake
Remembering the good times we shared
And praying Daniel found eternal rest
*Entry for Joann’s contest. True story.
Categories:
paramedics, lost love, dog, dog,
Form:
Free verse
I have no idea what compelled me
To wonder what my future held
The craze about finding my tomorrows
To view delivers meld
So I decided to decipher my wants
To a Highland Seer I went
The desire to dispel my haunts
Kawasaki 500 sent
v
Sit down and close your eyes
Put your palms on the table
Whilst I shuffle your future be
And allow the cards to enable
.
Silence befell my ears
Thrilled, he spoke about my past
All through my childhood years
To be honest, I'm left aghast
v
He smiled at me as he wrote
Requesting I read it later
He wished me on my journey
This Seer, my future translator
Good evening, from the Highlands News
As we report on a roadside crash
A Kawasaki 500, has left the road
An Ambulance in Emergency dash
To the Hospital the News Crew followed
Having caught up in this saddened case
They were told of what was told inside
In tear fear fold explained
In pain, he whispers into the Paramedics ear
Please read this letter to me
On the opening of the envelope
There were no words to read
.
Categories:
paramedics, death, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Paramedics…. With this poem I admire and honour you
For the occupation you have chosen
Doing a job that so many of us just couldn’t do
You are first on the scene
Dealing with behaviours, emotions ,wounds
Raw human reality of the ultimate extreme
Absolute panic ,violence, sadness, trauma
Complete devastation of the worse kind
Horrific situations and sights etched eternally in the mind
The job has many rewards l assume
Ones of gratitude,positive outcomes, births
Kindness and great appreciation for the Paramedics worth
Then there are the driving skills required
That alone a dangerous mammoth task
Getting to the scene quickly and safely…. not an easy ask
I have never required an ambulance
Nor had any involvement with one
Yet , l value the Paramedics role above and beyond
Accolades and recognition are more deserving
For the unbelievably important position you hold
What you do in our world is worth its weight in gold
I just want you to know how valued you are
Acknowledging and praising the great job you do
So from the bottom of my heart l say a massive “Thankyou”!!
Categories:
paramedics, appreciation, jobs, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead.
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.
The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My tomb of sleep was my 3 am druthers.
But I called 911, puzzling at my sibling’s stare.
Living and dying from underworld to mountaintop,
the EMTs raised him off the floor like a bag of potatoes.
Everything was breathing pollen and allergen nonstop.
All my raw instincts lacked right or wrong thought flows.
It’s true; I lost poetry. I abandoned my paintings, my pottery,
as though the subverting season of AI sophistry reigned supreme,
as though all creativity was randomized in a human lottery,
as though all consciousness is reduced to a particle beam.
Vacant, these weary eyes roll up in my head.
Vacant, how much long-term despondency to endure?
My brother lives and dies each day in his bed,
defenseless, like a never healing wound with no cure.
My days are distractions, a mad confusing deflection.
I vacated my poetic home, my fireside muse.
I raft the unfamiliar caregiver currents without reflection.
I can’t live forever homeless, maintaining the caregiver ruse.
Sleep now, my brother, knowing life offers you another aim.
Tap resilience from your broken body. This will clear your mind.
My pallet for tending, nourishing, and wiping deserves no acclaim.
Nobody asks for these duties. No one can ever put them behind.
Categories:
paramedics, brother, care, family, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Sirens cut through
the stillness of the night
blinding lights flashing
Police and paramedics
battle to save you
Chest compression
rhythmic pulses
desperate attempts
to breathe life
into cyanosed lips
Now you rest
under a gray granite gravestone ...
I’m bereft, I feel so blue
Blue Contest
1/7/19
Categories:
paramedics, dark, death, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Sorry your kids can't come into
school today
As all the teachers are out on strike
wanting better pay
So are the doctor's and nurses and
paramedics as well
If you are sadly unfortunately feeling
unwell or have any form or other of
medical emergency or have an untimely
fall
As they also want a fairer living wage
to take home at the end of the month
And even if you wanted to go anywhere
and don't have your own car
I am also sorry to inform you that both
the buses and trains are currently out
on strike as well
So it seems like nobody is going anywhere
at the present moment in time
Because you can't or may be unable
to go or get anywhere anyways
And chances are no one will be there
or is probably at and manning their
work stations anyway
As everyone and everyone seems to
be currently out on strike
Seeking and searching for better pay
come what may
Only problem is nothing seems able
to be or is getting done for all and
sundry
And the negotiations between both and
all parties concerned
Don't seem to getting or going nowhere
either
Because and after COVID there
is hardly little or no money left in the
pot we are more so in debt since
world war II
Categories:
paramedics, life,
Form:
Free verse
I met Uncle August on my honeymoon.
I was prepared.
“He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me.
"He’s a cantankerous old man,
so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.”
He was in his 70's.
I was 20.
He was ill.
He was right where I was told he would be,
sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen.
One that had fed large families
and farm workers
for decades.
His arms were spread out to his sides
enlarging his lung cavity
so he could breathe easier.
His head was hung between his shoulders;
a long crooked ash hung
at the end of his lit cigarette
between gnarled and stained fingers.
He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked.
We talked and laughed,
nonstop,
for two hours.
Thirty-seven years later his nephew,
at his long wooden kitchen table,
elbows extended so he could breathe,
Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs,
head hung low,
trying to nap.
Was he remembering Uncle August?
Unable to breathe
paramedics took him away.
He never came home.
His children said their tearful goodbyes —
and now they wait
to take their place
at the long wooden kitchen table.
Categories:
paramedics, death, family, father, husband,
Form:
Free verse
Your tears they were true,
you can’t fake that pain.
The pain of failure, and pain of depression.
Anxiety, and knowing you’re not good enough.
You loved her, and she loved you,
But love wasn’t strong enough to help you pull through.
And the promise ring you gave her,
was your promise of forever.
Only a forever she wouldn’t yet understand.
One.
two.
three.
four.
Now your mother is banging on your bathroom door,
Why are you crying on your bathroom floor?
Why is there blood seeping onto your carpet floor?
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
The words they’ve said,
they sealed your fate.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
The ones you left here,
you didn’t think they could’ve helped.
But now we’ll never know,
How we could’ve helped.
By the time the paramedics get there,
you’re already dead.
No suicide note,
just a lifeless body instead.
How will I know,
what I could’ve done,
to help you from a fate you could’ve overcome.
Categories:
paramedics, death, death of a
Form:
Free verse
braising thoughts arose as my lifeless
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was
thinking merely of beauty
my beauty taken in an instant on impact
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded
by the light the sullen hue
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me
this sereme endeavor captured
my solace for peace although there was no peace
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered
you are his child quickly i responded
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes
she chanted you are woman you are child
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion
i over stand his divine mercy
Categories:
paramedics, angel, beach,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I was commissioned to write this for my brother's church in
New Castle, Indiana. On the 10th anniversary of 9/11 they
will conduct a service to honor those who were directly
involved in the tragedy in NYC and also to honor those who serve
the New Castle community 24/365. It will be copied on parchment
and a copy will be given to each service provider.
On this Tenth Anniversary of Nine Eleven we gather to give sincere thanksgiving,
For those brave men and women who served us that day, the fallen and the living.
They placed service above self to aid their neighbors, community and nation.
Some sacrified all on The Altar of Honor for their friends without reservation!
We also gather to pay tribute to those who serve our own community each day.
So much, so very much we owe each of them - we can never begin to repay,
They quietly serve us in so many ways with proficiency and dedication.
Their devoted families also serve, faithfully supporting their hero's vocation!
We honor the Indiana State Patrol who deserve our respect and admiration,
For maintaining safe passage and keeping traffic flowing, easing our frustration!
We praise the Sheriff and his deputies for keeping things well under control,
And responding to our frantic calls for aid anytime during their daily patrol!
We are blessed with a Chief of Police and his folks upon whom we can reply.
They are true professionals and are quick to respond when things go awry!
Our wonderful firefighters and paramedics serve us with compassionate care.
None can compare to these valiant souls who are ever ready and willing to share!
We laud our magnificent military who our freedoms have so gallantly preserved!
We cherish our National Guard, reservists and veterans who honorably served!
One day upon the brow of each of these elect He'll bestow a royal crown,
Saying, "You, my friend, have served Me and My people with great renown!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
paramedics, dedication, anniversary, anniversary, community,
Form:
Rhyme
Solitary Life story/poem
He was able to get up and was able to walk. Now he
was thinking to himself - maybe I did the wrong thing.
I shouldn't have isolated myself from people. I could
have hurt myself really bad and no one would have
helped me.
He said to himself - I am going to change. I will take off
the fence, uncover the windows and change my ways.
I will start talking to people again and make some friends.
After doing what he said he would - he then went out for
a walk. He first saw the dog that always barked ar him.
He tried to touch him, but the dog didn't barked at him
this time.
He saw the neighbor that always said hello to him. He
greeted her and she didn't answer him. He also saw other
people, he tried to be friendly, but no one talked to him.
As he was going back to his house - he saw a lot of people
going inside his home. He asked them what was going on,
but they too did not answer. They were paramedics and
other people that had gathered around.
Soon he saw them bring a body out of the house. He went
over to see who the dead person was. To his surprise - he
saw himself as the dead man. The fall had killed him...
08/01/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments: The message here is to not isolate
yourselves, from people. try to make friends, don't
be by yourselves. We all need friends. Friends are like
treasures. Sometimes it's better to have friends, than to
have a lot of money and live a lonely life...
Categories:
paramedics, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative