Best Surgeons Poems

Honey,
please don't even try to get me interested
in your Cranial Ontology Department.
You know how the name itself
puts my brain to sleep.

Yes I noticed your tendency to snore
when I am thinking out loud,
with tender thoughts about glial climate cells
holding up all that neural landscape in your...

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Hands of Surgeons

Our friend Bob Lynott is undergoing
cancer surgery today at Duke University.

God, hands of surgeons be sure to guide;
Who we trust and on them have relied;
Now is not near;
Our prayers hear;
Give them things needed and not denied.

Jim Horn

This should be sent out to each...

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They want to be brain surgeons, astronauts, movie stars,
NFL quarterbacks, influencers, video game designers, dancers
Their excited energy lifts into a pink cloud of happiness 
It zooms over my head and dances around the room
They share their illusions of grandeur with excited giggles
They are my Girl...

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Surgeons of soundless suffering, led by ministers of madness,
The dead drown whilst muttering of intolerable sadness.

Atop the tallest towers of the dark city
Aloft spires of insanity, so do they weave 
the existential lies of mortality.

Where the living are led to conceive and so believe
That which...

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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie 
Had a habit most folk view bizarrely
Each day before patients lay on his table
He sniffed a line or two which made him able
To slice and dice, hyped up head felt cathartic

Injuries presented, varied and complex
Imbibed biological Bibles, known reflex
Mere matchstick...

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Just testing the night
The surgeons of sky
 to see
a Sky-net so faulted and frank
unflinching but still true

Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night
feeling the texture of it
Remembering you and hoping that you're well

like a stupid loyal dog
a stupid girl remembering

You're a shadow 
that plays...

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Believe you me, are business workers
dealing in raw flesh and bones
but they are often broke
because consumers exist not
in this world of flesh...

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Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away
adding here, subtracting there
bandaging a verse or stitching a face
trying to make plain into pretty
perfection just a small slice away.

A masterpiece is what they seek

A mountain of trash for every gem
cutting and slicing stretching and trimming
seeking the perfect profile or seamless...

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I wait  and wonder
What life will bring
When i am well again
Will my heart sing.

I wait for the news
Of an op to replace
This heart of mine
A new future to face

The surgeon will come
In a day or so
Until i have surgery
Home, i dont go

Must stay here and...

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I’ve only been at my fellowship gig a week, but It’s official, I’m a candy-striper. Sort of, I wear a blue vest, not the old, red-striped dress, but it’s the same job. I shadow my surgeon (Rebecca) most of the time, like when she does...

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A surgeon dreams of slicing livers.
A dentist dreams of teeth and gums.
Proctologists envision fingers
and thumbs....

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