Best Under The Knife Poems
Others, and my children, wanted to understand the meaning of life.
As I’d recently had surgery number 7, yes, gone under the knife.
It’s simple, you see… And it’s not so very hard to believe…
I once met God and understand, what for some, is hard to perceive.
That while we’re here, Love is what everything is all, totally, about.
We get… so very lost in the every day and the mundane, no doubt.
When almost gone, the love of friends, family, and life is like the sun.
When God asks what you’ve done, as you see the harm you’ve won.
You’ll cringe at those things, not left behind, but what you have done.
You’ll wish you’d stopped, helped lighten, others lifes, along life’s run.
So I’ve decided to make life brighter, if only with a little written fun.
I’ve helped strangers as I can, time and again… while life did run.
And yes there’s always someone we’ve hurt, and left behind in the dirt.
But we must try, and then must ask forgiveness for their, terrible hurt.
We can’t always see, how we hurt others, you see, we live under a veil.
That deadens the sight of what we have done to other’s lives, so all fail.
But we also… have been given the time and chance to do some right.
A kind word, a little help, to change the world, make it, more bright.
The miracles you see, are from others, that want the world, to be…
As God wants, full of love and full of, way more, abundant, good deeds.
We must try to make others smile, if only for a small, brief, little while.
Yes, we must try to make our life better, so to help others, some how.
And we must bow down and give thanks for our own, special, little lives.
For some, their mission is to help others, with them, to begin to thrive.
For some it is more, but with all, a simple spark of hope, takes them far.
Be God’s hand, even in small simple ways, give hope, along the way…
Written 9-21-2015
I just KNEW I was a woman
a woman inside a man’s body
therefore I went under the knife
(My surgeon said it went well)
But when I looked in the mirror
I was appalled and yes, horrified
Even after applying makeup
and donning a push-up bra
I was just plain----Ug-LEEE
(We shan’t discuss chest-down)
Thus, I had a change of heart
I wanted to restore my manhood
and kindly asked my doctor
for a reverse operation...
Wanna know what she told me??
“GIRL, you ain’t got the BALLS”...
Then:
naïve, sheltered, shy
what i thought
i wanted to be -
an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity),
a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife
Now:
brazen, talkative, traveller, open
what i am -
a Christian, a writer (a poet), a model
citizen, prone to psychoanalyse, a mom, grandma,
a wife
Then:
at 5, under the knife, tonsils removed, ice
cream treat; cut my foot in a bike spoke, no dinner
Now:
Wheeled through airport, whisked to urgent care,
ambulance ride to hospital, anxiety led to prayer, peace
as piece of me removed (gallbladder)
Then: single, not wise, average, well-endowed
Now: married a long long time, know things (experience),
endowment’s gone south
Then:
envision wearing a billowy white shirt, sitting in front of window
facing the sea, writing poetry, ink dry
Now:
Anytime, anywhere, wearing anything or nothing at all,
ink wet as muse sees fit
Then:
face to face friends, cord attached to wall, cell of my own
making
Now:
poetry friends all over the world, poetry transports with
my fingertips
Then:
Mom, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents
Now:
Deficit of loved ones. Looking
to the future in bright new faces
Then: reaching inward, wanting love Now: reaching out, loving
Going further: reaching ever upward, in word and deed
I am entitled
to die, once,
and see my Lord and God
12/30/2022
Then and Now
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
There was a Homeless guy on the corner holding a sign
It said I need some help, I'm running out of time
So I stopped and asked him, how come and why
He told me he has cancer and he might have to die
He needs to have surgery to remove a tumor from behind his eye
Should I believe him, it could all be a lie
He said he has three kids and a wife
And can't afford to go under the knife because of the price
If he doesn't get it done soon, he will no longer exist
I had this overwhelming feeling to help, I just couldn't resist
The tears in his eyes made me believe he was telling the truth
I know longer needed anymore proof
He said he was unable to work due to his condition
The tumor had started to make him lose most of his vision
So I pulled out my wallet and I helped him out
Isn't that what kindness is all about
I hate to see people go without
They are people too, it's the least we could do
Even if what there telling us, is not completely true
Faith in humanity needs to be restored
So please everybody, jump on board
There down on there luck and need a little help
Have a little sympathy, the kind that I felt
scars running up and down my arm.
Making them count, I wonder if ma has noticed.
How long can i say there cat clawings?
Scars running up and down my arm.
showing weaknesses, showing power.
comforting, relaxing, deliberate, slow.
Scars running up and down my arm.
pressing harder and harder, loving the feel of an angry pulse in my arm.
A little bit of demon inside of me, bowing down to me.
Scars running up and down my arm.
I am the master, I am the blade, I am the cutter of a lost little girl.
I bend under the knife, pressed until my skin fails, Luscious red ink comes
from me.
Scas running up and down my arm.
remind everybody of my past, of my love, of my addiction.
It all flows inside of me, churning in despair and desire...
Scars running up and down my arm.
It all happened with the knick of a blade.
Blood, sweat and tears
Through Christ Jesus, we can conquer our fears
Through His death, we can discover a new breath of life
His life was put under the knife
This was to give us new life
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Death could not hold him
A new family was born and grows forevermore
He is the cure to our deceitful heart
He did His Part and
He will be praised Forevermore
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Paid in fulfil to bring us back to him
A Marine
By Joeysguy
This fellow at the age of twenty
A Marine he became to be
He was no different than any other Marine
He stood proud, he stood tall and he was lean
He vowed
That he would make his family proud
After finishing his training he was hurt
An accident left him bleeding, broken, and in the dirt
Was someone watching over him that day
People wishing him well with lots of kind words to say
Off to the hospital where doctors put him under the knife
He had a few set backs, he’s learning new ways of life
He lost the ability as a Marine to go and fight
For a new career he has something else in sight
So many people’s hearts he had won
Everyone is so proud he’s far from done
Not much matters when it comes to size
He still stands tall in our eyes
I know he has more to give and he’s not done
I know this, because he’s our grandson
We wish him much love
From one of us here and one of us from above
I relaxed on the couch to feel at ease,
the psychiatrist sat across from me.
This wasn’t any normal physician-
He was my subconscious personified.
A flow of panic surged through my body-
Beads of sweat slowly trailed down my face-
My heart began beating erratically-
My eyes darted in search of an exit-
There wasn’t an exit available!
The sense of fear was running down my spine,
I’m trapped within the walls of my own mind
taunted by the horrors that lie within.
The psychiatrist peered through my file
his eyes scrutinized every incident.
I coughed to break the silence in the room,
but it still constricted the atmosphere.
He initiated conversation:
a trivial attempt to gain rapport.
We discussed my past and current events.
Each story was surgically dissected;
it was torture being under the knife.
I was wide awake through the incisions;
helpless against the tools of a madman.
I grimaced through the pain of memories-
I opened old wounds then they were sown shut-
I’m plagued by a beast that lingers inside-
I need to run before I’m devoured!
My inner turmoil came to a close;
he arrived at a clear diagnosis.
He noted the cycling mood changes:
a constant battle between highs and lows.
The faulty sense of attachment issues
bred in from a childhood beginning.
Sporadic moments of self-destruction;
accompanied by parties and drinking.
The guilt from burning bridges to loved ones
constructed my imposed wall to the world.
He told me he understands my poems
and the theme behind each one I wrote.
From the introspection, private musings
love, temptations and whimsical humor;
it’s a way to channel my redemption
to add a purpose to this unhinged life.
The meeting was officially over.
I unraveled a new revelation:
I’m a continual work in progress
finding my road to a recovery.
Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I Thank-YOU for YOUR Prayers,Hugs,and well Wishes. A Very Special Thanks to Eileen Ghali
Gail Angel Doyle, Colleen Bono, Light and LOVE Deborah (Guzzi), Xegrakio POETESS, S-N,
(Suzanne Delaney), My little Sister - "Mandy (The Golden Girl) Tams), and the Matriarch of
the SOUP - "Linda (PD) for YOUR Inspiration to Phillip. He did all Soup Mails, Blogs. and Comments, while I was away. Your probably saying "should this be a blog? Yes it should be but I promised Phillip I would leave his blog on until Tuesday. He will be a SOUP member by then. He was very Impressed with the above mentioned POETESS' POEMS. Phillip will be only the third student that took an interest in POETRY. Some of YOU may remember POETRYSOUP Member, "Kenny The Fledgling POET. He has 4 POEMS on Site. I will be writing a Blog next week about an experience I had under the knife. Again I Thank my Family of Super SOUPERS for the LOVE YOU have showed me. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
Gray sky’s warm tear drops sad heart
Why do I cry on sight of a blue moon?
There are no flowers to soon to bloom
When is the sun going to shine?
Cloudy days bring rain to my
face
No ray of hope to bring me out of my depression
My sad eyes no longer smile can’t walk a mile
As fast as I use too weak to run away
Must face the noise in my head the tear drops
Cloud my vision the sadness much too deep
To find myself to profound are the scares that I wear
And the pain I can’t not bare to see myself in despair
Broken not ready to be spoken and fix
What’s inside my head the scares have not heal
What I feel is lonely and sad who can I turn to
Who can I trust to pick me up when I stumble and fall?
When those I trusted let me down believing all is fine
I wear the scares black and blue all up and down my arms
On a bad day silent tears comfort me
I am a mire reflection of myself no longer fiscally strong
A reflection of past memories a stronger me happier days
One day at a time fills my days sadness concludes my nights
Worry and despair takes my sleep weakness takes my energy
Aim fading like in eraser used on a sheet of paper
Where is my resolution my conclusion to my dilemma?
Some might say feeling sorry for my self is too easy
Not use to easy nothing came or comes easy in my life
Still I manage to pick myself up not completely healed
A mirror of scares reflection
of past times
Fighting to get back what under the knife took from me
Impossible time to move on easy said than done
Half the person I use to be looks back at me where can I go
When the black clouds fallow me trying to claim
Victory pill popping white coat visits
Stress burning a hole in my head half the person I use to be
A mere reflection looking back at me
Where did I go that early December Morning?
Love ones wait hours gone by to awake not the same
But half the person I use to be no passion lights gone dim
Still fighting to get back to myself and I separated
By health related issues to deep to come back from
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
In the pout of the lips,
The curve of a shoulder,
Fresh flesh of the young,
Beauty’s elitist domain.
Eyes sparkling and huge,
Skin free from life’s pain,
No creases or lumps,
A complexion of smooth porcelain,
Ageing the ultimate crime,
The real woman’s shame
Beauty and youth are for sale,
Go under the knife, get some more –
If Beauty is only skin deep,
Ugliness goes right down to the core,
Look 50 when you’re 70,
No need to grow up or behave,
Perfect geriatric Barbies,
Pouting dead in the grave
So as not to come under the scrutiny of an oncologist,
Each six months to check my moles I visit my dermatologist!
His exam is as thorough as that of an investigative criminologist.
Sometimes he'll take a biopsy and forward it to a microbiologist!
Many times he's had my moles zapped by his electrologist,
Or provides an RX for medications from the pharmacologist!
If he suspects any cell abnormalities he'll call in his cytopathologist,
Or send me down the hall to consult with his peer, the etiologist!
I don't want to come under the knife of that "cut-up", the pathologist,
Nor do I want to be listed in the obituaries by a passionless necrologist!
To keep this old frame free of moles I have no faith in a cosmetologist,
So, I'll continue to bare my hide for inspection by my dermatologist!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Nikko Palmario's "Holy MOLE-y!! Contest - August 2010
Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I’m in need of your advice,
My boyfriend is a swinger and he isn’t very nice.
I’m a Proboscis Monkey so I exhibit a very prominent schnoz.
And the proposition that he put to me caused me to take pause.
He said that I’d make a perfect mate if I’d under go a tweak,
He wants me to go under the knife and get a larger beak.
But the nose that I was born with is my pride and joy,
And I really don’t want to change it especially for a boy.
He tells me that he loves me and that he’d immediately propose,
If only I would agree to see a doctor and get a bigger nose.
My Dear Gentle Nosey Nelly here’s the reply to your query,
I’m afraid that your boyfriend doesn’t see you very clearly.
If he did I am sure that he would see you as more than just a nose,
There is much more to a woman than the parts that she’ll expose.
So if he hasn’t figured out that what’s important is your heart,
Don’t let yourself be persuaded by him to change your body part.
Unless altering your looks will somehow bring you satisfaction,
Because his view of perfection is nothing more than an abstraction.
Be happy with who you are, a proud Proboscis monkey,
Just make sure whatever you do you don’t let yourself get chunky.
“First I was afraid, I was petrified…
I WILL SURVIVE”
I can still hear those words going through my head…
Cancer
We don’t know how long you had been lurking
But like a silent thief in the night you crept into our life
Turning our whole world upside down
So many questions
Can it be cured?
Will the cancer be eradicated forever?
But no one can give a definite answer
So many things to consider…
As the side effects of any treatment can be so cruel
But tough decisions would have to be made to save your life
We could only hope and pray you were one of the lucky ones
Before you went under the knife
You said these words to me…
I WILL SURVIVE
Two and a half years later you remain cancer free
Dedicated to my husband and anyone who can relate to these lines
Unhinged Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Lyrics quoted from the song I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor
26~08~16
When her vision began to blur
She thought a trip to the Optometrist was the cure
But upon her visit she got bad news
It was a tumor that was blurring her views
She would need a neurosurgeon
To correct this situation
Her surgery was scheduled in two weeks
She hoped the outcome wouldn't be bleak
Family and friends gathered by her bedside
Prayers and tears were supplied
Everyone seemed calm, though they were in shock
Suddenly.... she was awoken by her alarm clock!......