Best Treatment Poems
I'm sure this has happened to most of you
You come up with this brilliant thought
Before you have a chance to write it down
It vanishes like a shot
You try and try so hard to remember
This amazing new invention
But your mind's gone south for the summer
And has no capacity for retention
You start to sweat and feel the panic
It was a marvellous new discovery
It was going to change the way of the world
But the odds are slim for recovery
You consider the electric shock treatment
By sticking your finger in a socket
Thought better of it coz your hands were wet
And your hair would take off like a rocket
So you resign yourself and figure it's gone
Suddenly it pops back in your brain
The thing you were trying to remember so bad
Was your mother's and father's last name!
© Jack Ellison 2013
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Just one look .... No words needed .
Inspired for Linda-Marie's epigram contest .
I wake up early Monday morning
still cold and dark outside
eat my breakfast, take my pills
sit and wait for my ride,
arrive at the center
get comfortable in my chair
like I do 3 times a week
thankful t hat I'm there
I come to every treatment
I never show up late
I eat a healthy diet
and watch my fluid intake
This isn't the life I chose for me
but I have to tell you this
I wouldn't be sitting here today
if it wasn't for Dialysis.
RAIN
rapid rain recurred
riders rushing recklessly
rinsed running ramblers
SAFETY
sudden storm surges
sailing ships searching seaports
survive safely soon
TREATMENT
trace total trouble
test temperature timely
treating tactfully
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Date: 19/07/2020
placed : 2nd
Being in the mind of a savage.
All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.
Being in the mind of a savage.
I destroy, divide, and conquer.
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo,
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor.
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.
Being in the mind of a savage.
What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career.
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.
Being in the mind of a savage.
Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****.
Created a cultural matrix of positive
and negative feelings for me,
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more.
Being in the mind of a savage.
If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality
as they become more bumptious on the streets.
Being in the mind of a savage.
A hidden way
To give hope,
Postpone death
Hurricanes scour
everything they touch,
then rinse and
blow dry.
To all the employees of Cancer Treatment Center of America Southeastern regional Medical center
With all of your smiles and kindness and splendor
I would like to say thank you so very much
It has been many years since my heart has been touched
No matter the employee and no matter their rank
And this is the reason I want to thank
I haven’t been treated this nicely by anyone in many years
And all of your smiles and kindness never brought a tear
Any concern or worry that I may have had you quickly put to ease
All of it you resolved and it was not a tease
Any time I had a question it was answered right away
And because of all this it always made for a great day
All of you seemed to care about me though
Even if it was me that you did not know
If I didn’t know better it would seem we were all long lost relatives
All of you are very nice and none of you negative
But all of your smiles and kindness made it almost seem like heaven
All of you nice and pleasant
Never have I experienced such compassion and care from total strangers not known
But the way all your employees acknowledge us all does not leave us alone
So this Medical center is simply the best and the nicest of them all
No other place is at all like this I recall
And all of your employees will never forget or fail
Any of the patients whom they treat exceedingly well
WRITTEN BY MICHAEL JAMES KOLTER
When you tell a nine year old boy his mother is having shock treatment He might pretend nothing is happening Or he might remember Boris Karloff on a table in a lightning storm With the monsters large hands twitching in the shackles He might stay awake all night listening for shuffling down the hall And teach himself to breath softly under the covers I know I did and when my mother came home She never looked or acted the same again And from then on The smell of my mothers channel #5 and Frankenstein where connected forever
All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes
A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.
Left a comment on her poetry site,
a rating good and criticism light;
other readers had messaged there,
most praiseworthy, which was fair;
and she answered, nearly them all,
but to my note she let silence fall;
why this treatment, I couldn’t tell,
at least some reply like “Go to hell.”
Inspired by the feeling I get when I leave a comment or two, or perhaps even a bolder message rather than noting something for everyone to see, and all you get is stone silences, and you wonder if they read or saw it, surely they did, or if they didn't like it or if they didn't like your face. I'd rather get a sharp rebuke than silence.
Beauty wraps freedom
in love's peaceful justice arms
or suffers ugly.
Within the confines of my nearest Zoo,
There’s a place that’s off limits – it’s not for you.
It’s where the animals go for therapy,
As animals have issues just like you and me.
It’s here where all the animals can go and chat,
To the zoo’s therapist, Beatrice Bat.
Beatrice will listen whilst upside down,
As animals express themselves with furrowed frown.
The first patient that’s in to see Beatrice today,
Is Harry the horse who has an allergy to hay.
Beatrice listens to Harry, and then she thinks,
“Take hay fever tablets Harry – take with your drinks”.
Next in its Eddie Elephant, addicted to booze; he’ll use his trunk,
To swig down gin and tonic until he is drunk.
“For a small subscription fee that this clinic will pay,
I’m sending you to Animal Alcoholics Anonymous – the AAA”.
Beatrice shouts “Next”, and in comes Gary giraffe,
“I’m scared of heights” – “Scared of heights? You’re having a laugh”.
Beatrice uses hypnosis to alleviate his frights,
Of living his life being so scared of heights.
Belle the baboon is next looking rather glum,
She’s getting bullied for having a hairy bum.
“In order to get the other baboons to behave,
Belle, all you must do is give your bum a shave”.
Last to see Beatrice today, is Suzy Sheep,
An insomniac who cannot go to sleep.
“Count your flock Suzy, count them one by one,
And in the land of nod, you’ll soon be gone”.
Beatrice is happy, for her days work is done,
She finds helping her patients rewarding and fun.
Alas, poor Beatrice has no-one to tell when she has her own need,
Being upside down, it’s not nice for Beatrice when she has a nosebleed.
As one freshly released from Bedlam
He asked her, intending no harm
"Can I kiss you madam"?
As if he were her Adam
Her fist fell on his cheek ‘dum’ ‘dum’!