Best Transplant Poems
A new heart has been born,
newly form,
emotionally transform.
Its eyes can now see,
university of love has school me,
at night continue to spoon me
and continue to flow like a
stream through me.
Risen through the dark of a night,
real love shines your brighter light,
widen the sight of my eyes,
never to say goodbye.
Love you lift me in so many ways,
inspires my lips to say,
a feel that erupts more and more each
day and like a rain you flood me in so
many ways with the words I often try
to say but I'm now her to stay,
I'm here to obey.
Faith of steel I feel you so don't mind
if I couldn't help but to steal you and
through this life I'll forever reveal you.
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There once was dude named Vance
Who walked around town with no pants
Caught a chill down below
Stood erect, and then froze
Old Vance needed a Hoo Haa transplant
© Jack Ellison 2015
A sip of whisky, a little nipsky-
for my liver this is risky!
Cirrhosis bound, by ultrasound,
but still I feel a little frisky
Does it matter, when to Death are shackled,
and we join earth's Kings and Queens?
Time, the force, we cannot battle-
I've seen it in my Dreams!
I'm just an orphan.
A transplant to this state.
Basking in the sun light, sitting by a lake.
There's people all around me but I know not one.
It's active here now that bass season has begun..
I'm only one orphan on this bright spring day,
captive to melodic birds as they chirp away..
I'm only one orphan befriended by an oak.
It's sturdy branches shield me with their shady cloak.
I'm just an old orphan but nature knows my name.
She calms and she comforts as she brings me peace again.
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
Transplant
They saved him in the nick of time,
By a heart attack, from biting grime
By divinity, a pirate gave up ghost
With “heart” his heart to find a host!
The heart’s cage they cut it through
Infused heart to give pulse anew!
He is now healthy, live and vibrant
By the torque of a heart transplant.
What then could have gone wrong
His is no longer a humble being’s song;
He vaunts, tongue cracking like whips
Dog-tired, it droops outside his lips!
Could he have received a dog’s heart
Shuttering character and mien apart?
Is he re-living his Donor’s idiosyncrasy
Swaying to the Pirate’s foray decree?
Is he led by a lascivious Pirate heart
Lusting for all he left as he did depart?
Will he not re-marry the old widow
To quell the long break’s fiery libido;
Or on the hard floor paddle a table
Like boats when he was a sea rabble!
Is he behaving the Donor heart’s age
That I fear dazzles with reckless rage!
To kind Donors or sick recipients alike
This poem does not hold with dislike;
Ignore the poem as a frivolous affront
To “one man” I’m eager to confront!
***This is a situational poem, bear with me. I have no issues with the rest of Donors (who selflessly part with their valued organs) and Recipients (who have received a new lease of life.)
JM
10th January 2014
A second chance is always there
As God is offering us a second chance
Like vaccination,organ transplant
And test-tube baby
A hope and life is always there
Let's thank the scientists and so God
For the salvation and contribution
For the greatness,devotion and love
Ever found on earth
To fight the devils and the evils
Yup, you red correctly,
this noggin must go
perhaps donated
to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
horridly styled comfortably numb skull,
the source of immeasurable
beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk
nothing boot eve ville
hollow cavity mainly comprised
of wooly webbed weaving waste,
uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill
River effluvium and runoff rotten rill
hence, e'en a think tank
designated as Abby Normal
formerly atop a body named Phil
lip, or Wright winged Orville
one half brotherly duo,
the other sibling Wilbur,
whom both made a mill
yen legends getting airborne their lil
mechanical contraption
atop Kitty Hawk,
North Carolina with bi sic kill
mechanical aptitude,
when born aloft Kill Devil Hill
synonymous making fin hushed
blue prints emulating
flying fish, whose grill
like cartilage backbone
precursor to Evil
Knievel, who soared
on his motorcycle a devil
lush daring stuntman,
whose helmeted crown
full pursestrings muted cavil
ling critics with legitimate enterprise
earning gobs of legal tender,
whence aye aver
his mugshot ought to appear
on common denomination bill
and/or honoring throughout
the entire month of April.
The presence of His Spirit brings about a change
In the new restful place where I begin to dwell
A once ugly place where I should have perished
Is now free from a self-inflicted burning hell
Within my heart is kindled a pure lasting fire
Where once the curse of sin each day would lay
Leaving me ever mindful of your awesome love
Embracing the privilege which in my life stays
For this realm of which I was invited to share
Fills my heart and spirit with majestic beauties
And my mind once unruly is now lovingly ensnared
By the blessed presence of Your loves generosity
I am humbly blessed to have this opportunity
One from which I will never seek to turn away
For all I once was has been totally removed
By my sweet Lord’s spiritual transplant today
(November 1976 – A spiritual life changing moment)
I was silent and tranquil, not moving at all,
I no longer needed a lung,
No longer able to move me at all,
I no longer beat my own drum,
On this cold bed of steel in a room full of lights,
Her hands held tight to her blade,
And she cut me in two, my chest fell away,
And she looked for whatever remained,
My heart, my liver, kidney and veins,
She removed most of my bones,
Until all I was was a smile on a face,
A shell of a man with no clothes,
Now I’m all over the place, all over the town,
I think I walk with a friend,
Not resting, just yet, alone with my soul,
Parts of me are still not quite dead.
I feel like a failed organ transplant
In this country, in this world
But it’s deeper than that
In my body, in my mind
I am a miserable victim
of regular heart-transplant
the first heart troubled me
the second was oversize
the third is had ten chambers
It emerged to hearts of today
are no longer biological organs
in functional system of life
I do not trust pastors either
priests tell me own things
three rings I have put on
I’ll hire a spy at any fee
to scribble daily report about
about covert life of my heart
Peyton, a thirteen year old boy
Looks on, pose for a photo;
He’s in for a test with sound health
Going to rejoin school
After long break for crucial treatment
And awesome wait
After the heart transplant;
He looks like a young man of thirty
Peyton, a boy from Ohio near Cincinnati;
Pure in heart, courageous and innocent,
Enters the waiting car for school
And at this all take heart.
But in about two hours
A fresh bud droops lifeless
In spite of all medical aids!
Suffering from birth
Without ever tasting good health really
Without reaching the school afresh
Peyton leaves the earth ever unready!
Born with a heart impaired
He had undergone many surgeries
Remained always under medication
Yet never losing his heart,
He was titled “Warrior Heart!”
In spite of steering life in alert
He always remained joyous
In spite of huge health hazards
Over the years;
He often cracked jokes and played
If not in a hospital or sick-bed then.
Dying he didn’t die till Derek de facto died in accident
.To donate his heart as arranged by his parents
After his death;
Derek relived with his heart;
Peyton’s heart lived while he was gone.
Was it not a great irony of fate
That when he seemed to regain health
His heart would sink
Denying the faith of the optimist?
Could the boy ever know in the heart of his hearts,
Refreshed as he was with a new heart
That the indwelling spirit would reject
The gift transplanted?
With a child’s innocence
He must have failed to guess
The severity of the design
Of the indwelling spirit.
Courage, patience, perseverance and joyousness
Which the boy had exhibited throughout his life
Proves that he was watched
And helped by some angel
Throughout his life’s journey.
An Indian would perceive it
The result of Karma of earlier lives
A short cut route to reach the goal
As for him the Divine designed.
Oh the jewel of a son divine designed!
Suffering yet enjoying life
You taught us how to suffer
And yet win over it.
driven from the boonies,
from the sticks,
from the countryside &
into the heart of the cities
where the pulse thumps against the brain
soothing the heart simultaneously with the
guaranteed promise of
an infinite energy &
an infinite wealth of interesting things to
sink one’s teeth into,
the mouse takes off their overalls,
throwing on the noir garb to blend in with those
contentedly covered in pollution---
and the country mouse, s/he does her/best
to breathe above the water
looking for a job without city experience
flexing irrelevant college degrees in the face of
those who have seen & heard it all &
when finally coming upon something that will
barely pay anything,
of which s/he is highly underqualified,
s/he bows to the overwhelming will of the
behemoth &
lives to reap the benefits of being at the
center of the heartbeat
for one more minute---
but the transplant, s/he grows weary,
because the living costs go up
but no one ever offers more to her/him &
as new blood from all over the world pumps in,
s/he begins to forget why s/he came here in the first place,
doing all that s/he can to stay breathing above the water,
getting a second job to supplement the worthless first one &
living hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
while the college loans come knocking at the door
(and they don’t give a *****how hip ya think ya are) &
s/he ain’t getting any younger---
the water begins to flood in the mouth as the
arms begin to flail,
gasping ensues,
the water gets into the lungs &
the city laughs in the face of the little mouse on her/his last leg, saying,
“this place ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
Transplant
Beyond the shadow of a doubt -
Where corners hide uncertain fears,
My heart lies torn and slowly shatters -
A dreaded beginning draws ever near.
Choices ripe with steadfast daggers,
Await me in unconquered place.
Controlled, contrived, complacent smiles
Shall mask my now crestfallen face.
Patience, courage, see me through,
Weary heart, must find the will
To flee from home and security,
Shadow dreams I now must kill.
I welcome risk and weather falls,
Bruised, not beaten and soon shall rise –
Above the shadows, above the cold,
Petrifying this part that dies.