Best Physicians Poems
AFFLICTION?
It is said of young physicians when they first set out to learn
All the symptoms and conditions that known illnesses convey
They perceive these indications each one causing more concern
‘Til they make the diagnosis to their shock and their dismay
They arrive at the conviction
They themselves have the affliction
Now when learned academics write a thesis that proclaims
All white people are infected with a racism endemic
Filled with symptom and with signs supporting dogma that defames
Fragile folk are then persuaded by this plausible polemic
And arrive at the conviction
We’re all guilty of affliction
What could be more direful to survival of this blessed sphere
Than wild nature, once benign, by human feckless acts betrayed!
“See the wild fires, melting icebergs and the hurricanes!”- we hear
Computer forecasts yet sole factors we can truly call ‘man made’
Should we therefore have conviction
Of a terminal affliction?
Data now in a profusion never seen before these times
Flood our eyes and ears and minds in ‘monu-mental’ mind-bate range
Those with focussed strong agenda choose a menu that defines
And steers us, if undiscerning and from reason then estranged
To unquestioning conviction
THAT in truth would be affliction
Categories:
physicians, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
(This poem is political satire;
don't read if you think you may
be offended. No truth in any of it,
considered by many to be
tasteless -- Not meant to be taken
factually nor literally -- Sincerely, Joe)
New strain of Virus detected
just a minute ago! Predominately
in Democrat run cities and states:
Seems to be 3 trillion times more
infective. CDC is calling it the,
S.T.U.P.I.D. Variant. University Staffs
hard-hit! Early signs, loss of Sense-
of-Smell, Gullibility, and increased
fetish for Designer Masks. Best
detected by examination of Cancel
Cultures -- microscopes prohibited
per Fauci. The most vulnerable group
seems to be those who have already
had 4 doses and 2 boosters. To treat
Fauci recommends, 4 doses and 2 boosters
for everyone, preferably administered
as young as the womb to developing
fetuses by his personally trained
omnipotent physicians at Unplanning
Parenthood -- Biden and Pelosi
say, God Bless America!
Categories:
physicians, humorous, perspective, political, social,
Form:
Prose
Faceless killer.
Oh! China, how mighty is your population?
How mighty is your tribulation?
The world may fall today
If not thoroughly washed hands always
If not lemon, garlic, bitter cola and oranges become food today.
Oh faceless killer.
Where hath tho came forth from?
That our ancestors knows not
About your form.
Oh! faceless killer!
Where hath tho came forth from?
That our physicians and scientist
Knows little about your form?
Oh! Mighty China, so big is your stories?
And so mighty is your worries??
The world will not fall.
For we have seen the likes of Ebola
And yet above the ground we stand.
@Solo Man.
Categories:
physicians, 1st grade, encouraging, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
People would do almost anything to make it to the top, even using steroids. This type of drug has been used by all would-be professional athletes and actual professional athletes since the 1980s, even behind the backs of their beloved fans. Professional athletes (Lance Armstrong, Barry Bonds, and the late Chris Benoit, e.g.) have been using a lot of steroids before they wrestled, played baseball, rode bikes, or whatever. Everybody knows that using too much steroids have real consequences, even the the courts are involved. Steroids will make one angry, the kidneys start to shrink, one person becomes aggressive, and so on. Using steroids will also cost one individual's life, a chance to play for one of their favorite teams (Dallas Cowboys, e.g.), family, fame, everything. Another term for a use of steroids by professional athletes is "doping." Sooner or later, their fans will find out about their steroid use. And when they do, the young ones who've looked up to their favorite athletes and trusted them with their lives will have been seriously betrayed. Using steroids is considered cheating, especially when Barry Bonds and Lance Armstrong have been using them behind the backs of their loved ones and their fans. Now I know why I never played sports and/or used any of those illegal drugs, let alone steroids. It seems that these athletes can't even earn their way to the top, that includes not using steroids. The only reason why these professional athletes have been using steroids is because their coaches and physicians told them to, and they really should've got caught making their star athletes use that illegal drug. Even Vincent K. McMahon, who was the chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment (formerly the world Wrestling Federation) had forced Hulk Hogan and other wrestlers to use steroids. All types of steroid use are starting to make everyone very, very sick. Did everyone know that if all professional athletes are caught with a lot of steroids and needles that they were going to get arrested. Steroids are to be banned from all of the sporting segments forever. And if all athletes continue to use steroids to cheat their way to the top, thereby getting more money and endorsement deals like that of McDonald's, Progressive, Geico, and other name-brand sponsors and whatnot, they've got another thing coming.
Categories:
physicians, health, on writing and
Form:
Epic
Physicians
magicians
who work wonders with a pill.
They diagnose
prescribe the dose
and then you get the bill.
Categories:
physicians, funny, health, satire, work
Form:
Epigram
on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and necktie
hammered nails in my head instead
powerful radio transmitter nails
don't get too close I'll bend your spoon
gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep
and a round for my ill-bandaged crew
we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia
don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank
with another specious spectacle
not necessarily Beauty's anointed
but a piston riding party girl nonetheless
I let you touch happy place
and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus
which first off requires a family unit
for the inherent predispositions of childbirth
they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks
so me and my echo are here a little late
and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches
this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage
from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia
a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye
an ancient art form somewhat updated
coordinating the cascades of impulses
yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow
this epic deals with a touchy subject
intercession of the gods
grab your hat mister
we're going for a little joy ride
where anything including countries
can be bought sold and stolen
by the mutilators of comparison
hardwired and proud of it the fools
built for Survival the TV show
but times change and
survival meant finding parking
where one can escalate from emaciation
to farting obesity overnight
unrecognized even when brightly illuminated
we know only one thing for certain
that the Universe is knowable
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
physicians, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Light ribbons in one eye we fear
Precede headache pain that's severe
Drug firms clearly bribe
Physicians to prescribe
Migraine meds but I'll imbibe beer
Authors Note: If you are in a safe place (not driving or operating machinery), this home remedy could be better than what the doctor ordered. I keep a few medicinal bottles ready in the fridge for just such an emergency. Lime is optional.
The clinical trial: An authentic "migraine" headache is accompanied by blood vessel constriction. There can be 15 to 30 minutes of shimmering lights in one eye followed by a headache from hell. Having learned that alcohol dilates blood vessels, one day I tried chugging a beer just after the shimmering started. The lights subsided and there was no headache. Beer just may be the second best medicine ever created.
Categories:
physicians, culture, drink, science, wisdom,
Form:
Limerick
My Laptop has a name
Its Apple MacBook Air 13-Inch (2015)
Its life begins with a disk drive
It got various basic dialects such as C, FORTRAN, or Pascal
It has a random access memory without brain
I upgrade it when the going gets tough,
I hope my motherboard would find a fatherboard so I could have anotherboard
It house input and output devices without having a home
It performs specific operations like physicians
It use a touchpad instead of a house mouse,
If you want to go forward, backup
It can display information in a human understandable form
It got gates and windows?
It’s hardware problems are due to truck driver errors
Sometimes its program is so sick
I feel like shooting it and put it out of its memory
Output and Kaput
It defragmented my entire life
Because I find its faith in technology amusing
The operating table on my laptop is called facebook...
Categories:
physicians, absence, bullying, business, care,
Form:
ABC
I remember a friend
I remember a dear friend, among a host;
A friendship with which I could boast
Among colleagues our friendship was the toast
And our story is still told from coast to coast.
I remember the excitement about your upcoming wedding
It was 2009, and we had all hoped for a happy ending
In October, to Abuja we were heading
Suddenly you fell ill, and it led to the news all mortals are dreading.
I remember how from 2009 to 2012, you suffered
Taking every proposed remedy the physicians offered
Strongly believing respite will come from each new solution being proffered
In the end , it was your life that was smothered
I remember our discussion in 2012, on May the thirteenth
A day before you left - May the fourteenth
The plans we made for our future generations , maybe up to the fifteenth
And how you suddenly left, almost without a hint.
We had talked for about three quarters of an hour
About everything, including your beautiful flower
And how she’d being with you all through, for almost every hour
And in your voice, I had felt a new surge of faith and will power.
You believed that you were healed
That against every ailment, Jesus was your shield
And we all, through prayers, your case had appealed
Yet to the cancer, you finally did yield
Your friends wished your life they could somehow extend
But none had the power over his life, to lend
So, we hope to meet you somewhere in the end
For now, we say rest on in the lord dear friend
Categories:
physicians, bereavement, best friend, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Categories:
physicians, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
“God of all beings
God of all life
in the humanity we
are dreaming of:
Politicians are profoundly humanistic and
strive to serve the common good;
Economists manage state finances with
discernment and in the interest of all;
Scientists are spiritualistic and seek
their inspiration in the Book of Nature;
Artists are inspired and express the beauty and
purity of the Divine Plan in their works;
Physicians are motivated by love for
their fellow-beings and treat both
the soul and the body;
Misery and poverty have vanished
for everyone has what
one needs to live happily;
Work is not regarded as a chore
it is looked at as a source
of growth and well-being;
Nature is considered to be the most
beautiful temple of all, and animals
are considered to be our brothers and
sisters on the path of evolution;
A World Government composed
of the leaders of all nations
working in the interest
of all humanity
has come into existence
Spirituality is an ideal and a way of life
which springs forth from a
Universal Religion, founded more upon
the knowledge of divine laws than
upon the belief in God;
Human relations are founded upon love
friendship, and community, so that
the whole world lives in peace and harmony.”
read a few more books, and you too, can find higher words of wisdom and
humanity... although it appears this consciousness dwells only in a book... sorry
state of affairs for the mockery, that you monkeys, are making of your Creator
Father...
Categories:
physicians, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
It’s terminal….the Big C has struck
Despite these prickly heartdart lyrics, man voraciously yearns for a glint of hope
Incurable strikes the ears, accelerates to the brain, explodes into the mouth
How Long…………………………Now, you always wanted a pseudonym, an identity
Cancer victim, sufferer, prey—slithering around in the soul, you choose dupe
When all is said and done, every person is terminal….Thanks for nothing.
Sucked into the world of lines, transfusions, infusions, refusions
Pleasuring the tiniest chance to trounce it, you drink the nectar of the physicians
Chemo that mass, radiate the hell out of it, pill it to death….
Still there—tumoresque tendrils rifling into the interior, spinally nesting, growing
Fear slinks into the soul---every day you congregate in the Church of Cancer
Singing, praying, finally screaming for respite and release from pain…
Oh wait….the prayer to the medicine man has been answered
Remission you might call it…freedom, thank God
We shall overcome it. Can’t find it anywhere
Uh, oh….back in that cathedral again, the preacher’s been waiting
You won’t last six weeks…metastazing its way, taking you along for the last ride
Let’s morphine it to death. Sleeping, sinking into oblivion
The intravenous morphimic cocktail sucks your heart and soul, blasting the brain.
Terminal
Categories:
physicians, death, depression, health,
Form:
Free verse
Let politicians claim virtue,
and abandon honest men.
Let the poor inherit promises,
and be comfortable servants.
Let the famous enjoy advantage,
and carry no favors in heaven.
Let physicians prescribe hope,
and a worthy price be paid.
Let education forge solutions,
and notorious liars lose favor.
Let simple humanity be rewarded,
and tyranny reap the sorrow of death.
Categories:
physicians, imagination, integrity, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider cats: They school us in hygiene
Licking their paws and their fur shiny clean.
And how 'bout tiny ants, who teach us industry,
Or lions and their bravery--and foxes with their knavery?
But what reason have seahorses to be in the sea?
What can they teach us? How can they enlighten you or me?
Can they sing or dance? Can they 'cut a rug' in the water?
And if they can't, do you really think they should ought to?
Well, please know that things aren't quite what they seem.
Seahorses are special, unique, and highly esteemed;
In the eye of the sea, they're jewels, all sparkle and gleam.
See the distinctive manner wherewith these fish swim:
Upright! propelling themselves ever higher via dorsal fins.
Then there's the spectacle of seahorse sex and mating--
No other males on the planet hold the eggs while waiting
To release them of a sudden by the thousands at a time,
And then go back at it with their 'exes' on the turn of a dime.
All this leads up to how traditional Chinese physicians
Prescribe 'seahorses' for whatever their patients get sick in:
Everything from wheezing and pain to inducing labor,
With TCM's** practitioners, these fish are ever in favor.
It's clear, my fellow humans,
From Peking to Paris and on to Toulouse,
Seahorses can certainly be put to very good use...
*****
...Prompting this little 'caboose:'
Let US ask this question: Is human activity equally productive?
---Or do WE choose to engage in things far more destructive?
April 19, 2018
**TCM = Traditional Chinese Medicine
Categories:
physicians, fish, meaningful, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
The Waiting Room
The April weather shifted high to low,
Exposing those early clout casters
To the concluding bite of winter;
Footsteps full of foreboding
Trudge their last legs up the inclined driveway
To the Doctor’s old house.
A hotchpotch of chairs and wooden benches
Cling to the borders of the waiting room
A ballroom of romance for the sick.
In varying degrees of ill-health
A gamut of the townspeople
Chorus a cacophony of coughs
Sniffling and wheezing feverishly,
While the readers’ digest stale stories
From the well-thumbed publications.
Eyes darting around the room
Surveying the afflicted to kill the time
Conjecture at the probable cause and severity;
Childlike comparisons to ones’ own condition.
A new mother fails to stifle a yawn
Spreading contagion to the assembled
Her flushed snoozing baby
Unaware of her blaming chatter.
Life-weary pensioner invited to the inner sanctum
Chilled to the bone, sciatica stricken,
Accepts the decree of the medic
Without question or comment.
His framed degree, long faded,
Enough to stifle her to silence
His stethoscope, as a Priests garb
To her, underpinning his status.
Two codgers still await their summons
More regularly neighbours at the bar
Boisterously chatting across the room
For the oblivious benefit of the throng;
Socialising symptoms best supressed
Public bravado before their private hearing,
Selective honesty, the order of the day.
Quiet couple with obviously hidden issue
Whisper conspiratorially in the half lit room
Embracing the background murmur
And the dimness, aid to their privacy.
Vice-Captain of the junior team,
Fit, and embarrassed at his minor disorder
Conjures up exaggerated “near death” vocabulary
For future reportage to the team
His shame cajoled into the ether
By his twisting of the physicians’ imagined words.
And all the while the waiting room remains
Constant, a silent witness to all ills.
Categories:
physicians, health, humorous, life,
Form:
Free verse