Best The Doctor Poems
So, how long have you been waiting? No, it doesn't really matter!
I just came in the game to quiet the chit chatter.
And now that I am here, where should I start?
First, I'll examine your head, and then I'll examine your heart.
Did you really think that you had the skill to beat me.
Like a student to a teacher, you should be happy to meet me.
Just be happy to greet me, and get ready to get taught.
My assistance should be sought, for those weak rhymes that you brought.
In my medical opinion, you can not pass this test.
I am the best, and I would hate to have to open up your chest.
But, be my guest! R.E.D must mean Really Envies Destroyer,
But I'll take care of that, as soon as Nate the GREAT can Deploy her.
Maybe R.E.D means Really Easily Done
Your defeat will be so fun, since I am second to none.
I know! R.E.D means Reaches Eventual Destruction!
I already started keeping score, and you just got your first deduction.
But, once I destroy you, I will help you get better.
You must follow my instructions, right down to the letter.
My first prescription is called "get a little back-bone!"
Out of this battle, you will be gone, unless you can change your tone.
No battle is ever won before the first word is thrown.
I don't care who I battle! In the end, I will stand alone!
My second prescription is called "get a little more skill!"
Your wounds will soon heal, but come again and you will get killed.
Practice makes perfect, so you might just want to chill,
Because this DOCtor does not come cheap. Can you afford my bill?
My third prescription is a good one called "get a little smarts!"
Or, get carried away on a cart, if you can not play your part.
When I begin throwing darts, I am aiming for your heart.
So, decide if you got what it takes, before you start.
Get these prescriptions filled, then see me in a week,
And, remember, they are good for the healing that you seek.
There's nothing we can do, the doctor said!
It was December, nineteen-seventy.
At once, those words exploded in my head
and pierced my heart- which broke in agony.
How could this be- she's much too young to die
at fifty-four, and I, just thirty-two?
Convulsed in tears, I begged the question, why-
please, doctor, tell me, please- this is not true!
To lymph nodes, bones- the killer-cancer crept-
too late for surgery or chemo now.
The doctor's sad, dark eyes said, please accept
this news I give- which we can't disavow.
She passed away late summer, the next year;
those long nine months- such painful reveries.
Though, forty-nine years now- I still hold dear
my loved, missed Mom- in dusty memories.
July 31, 2020
Contest: Dusty Old Memories
Sponsor: Constance La France
A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR
I had a bad cold,
And my throat was sore,
My husband told,
Me to go to the Doctor,
Before I got flu!
I made an appointment and was due,
To be seen at two o’clock.
I sat down next to a young man,
Who had the pock,
He was coughing and
Spluttering all over me,
Can’t you see,
Don’t you care,
Are you not aware,
That you’re spreading your germs,
All around this place,
He got up with a red face,
And sat on a chair at the back
Which fell as he sat for he was big,
And the chair had a crack!
As soon as he left, sat a lady,
She told me she had shingles,
Just to look at her gave me tingles.
I got up very concerned and ready
To take my next seat
I chose one whose occupant I didn’t suspect,
For physically I couldn’t detect,
Anything visible, she told me
She had swine flu,
And my flu vaccine was overdue!
I shot up and was ready to leave,
But the next patient was a toddler
Who seemed very shy, and I
Did not register,
That he seemed to have lumps
His Mom told me
Her youngster had mumps,
After he had sat on my knee,
And had a chew on my car-key!
I phoned my husband and told him,
That I had been in touch with a toddler,
With mumps,
I could immediately hear he fell down
In the dumps
For he had never had mumps,
And disliked the thought of getting
These lumps,
And of course any repercussion thereafter,
Would certainly not be a matter,
For laughter!
As I was about to leave,
A little girl arrived with measles,
Who repeatedly said
Mom I don’t like needles!
This was too much I was going home,
I opened my bag, and put back my phone.
We both thought it was certainly safer,
To go home and take a Corenza!
So if you get sick,
Try and get better on your own,
Or try to speak to your
Doctor on the phone,
For whatever it was I had,
If I’d stayed at the Doctor's rooms
I’d be sicker, sad
And feeling bad!
Come in Doc, stay a while and please close the door.
Your pills aren't workin..still sore...what? Take more?
Whaddya mean, "Don't worry"?
Why are you in such a hurry?
You just barely came in,
Now your leavin' again!
How much? Thanks for the break, but that bill's still pretty sour!
Been here two minutes...That's makes it 6000 bucks an hour..
Pardon me, what's that you say?
Yes,.... do have a nice day...
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The Doctor Has Left the Building.
People laugh because Doctor Who makes me cry.
But I cry because I am the Doctor,
an outsider wandering through space and time,
exiled forever from the world that created me.
The Doctor killed his people to save the universe.
I killed my soul to save my children.
Companions come and go,
but they never really understand us
---they can't---
and ultimately they return home to kindred spirits
while we must continue on alone.
But the Doctor and I, we carry on tilting at
fate, fighting the loneliness with a joke or an adventure,
anything to hide the pain of unbearable loss
and the festering wounds that will outlast time.
There once was a man most ancient
Who, more often than not, was complacent
He flew through the stars
From Gallifrey to Mars
Protecting we humans most nascent
A trip to the doctor, these days,
Is an ordeal in so many ways
Glued to their computers, it seems,
They never look at your seams.
Electronic gadgets fill the room
No personal talk unless it’s doom,
They’re always in such a rush
No time for issues to discuss.
Next appointment automatically generated
But not to see the doctor venerated,
You’ll be handed off to a nurse prac
That is, unless you don’t go back!
Written December 11, 2022
On the day
When the doctor told me
My whole heart crushed
Melting like snow in summertime
Leaving me to wonder
Was this moment
My realty
A fantasy
Cause even though I don’t go to church
Every Sunday
I knew God wouldn’t plague me
With a curse such as this
I was too young to die
Carry an illness which could
Define me
Would I make it
Is there a cure
Cause the way he was telling me
My diagnosis and deterioration
I wasn’t so sure
So instead of making this a life sentence
My death penalty
I chose to live another day
Not allowing this moment to end my dignity
I knew my life wasn’t destined to end this way
The day the doctor told me
I was a victim to Cancer
I gave the message to God
Allowing him to solve the problem
Provide the answer
Only he could to clear my vision
Cause at this time
Everything was a blur
I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop
I knew he wasn’t done with me yet
I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel
Take a seat, swivel away
Let my coffin bow down a whole 6 feet
The day the doctor told me
Not only did I take heed to what he said
I believed in what wasn’t note
Understanding I had a chance
It wouldn’t be circumstances
Used to close the book to my story
But the reason to live and be loved
To achieve all I ever dreamed of
The day the doctor told me
I had Cancer
I simply replied, “No, I do not”
I have life
A life not complete, nor finished
And after 7 years of living
I am wiser, smarter, healthier and determined
Not to let this Cancer make me a victim
But claim my place in David’s army
Nothing will happen to he who believes
And guess what
I’m a Survivor, I’m Here, and until My God is ready
I am not going anywhere!!!!!
Some people give you butterflies
When staring deep into your eyes,
Or cause peculiar palpitations
Just from your kindly conversations,
But when you're on my mind it seems
You take these feelings to extremes,
One look at me and suddenly
My insides burst with ecstasy,
My tummy's tight, giddy and wild,
Yet nauseous like a seasick child,
This squeezing feeling in my chest
Like carnal cardiac arrest,
Can't fill my lungs with breaths so brisk,
These cramps feel like I've slipped a disc,
One simple smile caused this to start,
It can't be healthy for my heart,
I bump into lampposts and bars
And stroll in front of speeding cars,
You pull me back, check I'm okay
My brain falls out so I can't say,
This strange effect you have on me
Just proves that we are meant to be,
But 'til I work out a prevention
I may need medical attention.
From doctor-trade he takes a leave,
From tiresome work and sleepless nights,
For faking life, the mighty heave,
By wearing cap and creepy tights.
He boards the train in second class,
And stands beside the open door,
But pushed along with flowing mass,
By fighting people on the floor.
The mighty winds through window space,
With fearsome smoke from searing train,
Sprays dust upon his weary face,
And burned his brain, and cloth, sweat-stain.
The boy in arms of sleeping mom,
Then touched his shirt while clapping hands,
But in disgust he place his palm,
Upon his head in unknown lands.
The man with smile, he asked to sit,
And offered drinks to get his trust.
He stood because he thought unfit,
Afraid of men, the gay and lust.
Not knowing truth and world around,
In stop ahead he thought to end,
The long and weary tour he found,
While failing thoughtful task to blend.
He leaned on him to see outside,
Rushing towards the crowded door,
By holding strength with fright inside,
The old man wakes and starts to roar,
"Hey you ugly little creep,
Move away from me, afar,
Are you thinking, I am week,
Then throw away your thoughts, creep.
Faces ugly, little hair,
All you people are alike,
I have a son of your age,
How you push and how you dare?
Do you know he works and earn,
More than you can earn in life,
And he lives a life, far good,
When you see him, you will learn.
That old lady is to blame,
He being now more like her,
That old ugly wife of mine,
And he is now all the same.
She won't cook nor share the work,
All my life I gave them food,
Paying bills while taking blame,
Though I was only a clerk.
And along with her, he lives,
Far away from me, my son,
You all people are alike ,
You all should be killed with knives."
The doctor, saying sorry, goes,
From faking life, the scary train,
The old-man shouting, scaring, goes,
From weird to mad to rabid brain.
©Anees Rahman
Dr. Seuss
Knew how to choose.
Words that would sing
Like buzz, bang and bing.
For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Now, when was the last time we met?
Oh, how could I forget?
It cost you the crown!
Now you're back for more debt?
Girl please!
Last time, I had you down on your knees,
Like a tease!
Don't you remember..or..do you have ALZHEIMERS disease?
Why would you ever want to cross my border
With your little SPEECH DISORDER?
I am the voice,
And you are just the recorder!
As you soak up ev'ry rhyme I spit,
And what you get is a hit,
While you run
And look for your FIRST AID KIT!
Any attempt to slam me is pathetic!
You can't phase my aesthetic!
So, I hope
This DISORDER
Is not GENETIC!
'Cuz, like KAVORKIAN, my goal is to KILL!
So, get this PRESCRIPTION filled,
Pop the cap,
And take all of the PILLS!
The Doctor Sobbed…..By Peter Onyancha
My doctor read
This letter to the letter
Shocked, Sobbed
Dear Doctor, I did –
No ham, doc, No harm
I stuck to the steak too long
Now I go to the prairie
To pick an apple
And stick to it
I have let life to thrive
I have beef with beef
I chicken from chicken
No fun with pork
I poke fun with lamb
Just like that.
No ham, doc, No harm!
I’m done!!
sign me up daddy
one short year,her death is here
brave kid,play some ball
Tony Lane’s Part
Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under,
The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder.
How am I to understand the meaning of what you say?
Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away.
The Aussie looked the Doctor in the eye and here was his reply,
Then Don Added
Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great on the Aboriginal plate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
ps heard Traces contest wants 5 lines about friendship???