Best Unit Poems


The Unit Circle

It unfurls itself along the x-axis
with a contained passion, fluctuating
between -1 and 1 like a photon
whose brightness is one of an infinite number
of dimensionless values, coherent, distinguishable,
continuous.
It is counterintuitively optimistic; it insists
that half of a pie should be called pi radians.
It confuses to enlighten; it sends our minds rolling
through loops, performing flips and inversions
until we step backward
and see a straight line.

Neonatal Intensive Care Unit Nicu

Neonatal Intensive Care Unit NICU

Are things at times we may be laughing
But never, ever will one be under-staffing
With fewer nurses who were often needed
Assist along a birth that could be impeded.

Then there was the time a son we did adore
By my beautiful wife baby she recently bore
And are glad our son's life God would spare
With Neonatal Intensive Unit who could care.

For a while we had experienced much strife
And a wonderful nurse saved our son's life
Now do see him each time the sun does set
Concerned face of nurse will never forget.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Whose wife is a Certified NICU Nurse
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

The Ac Unit

The AC unit
Cold, Hard
Freezing, Shivering, Dying
The AC unit, The Dials, Bed bugs, Bed sheets
Sleeping, Snuggling, Dreaming
Warm, Soft
The Bed


Unit 47

“UNIT 47”



today I woke up in Riverside               
and took a drive to San 
Diego. there I met a man 
named Joe. he’d taken me out 
to eat ribs. I finished what 
I could of the food but the 
rest I took home. we soon 
found ourselves on the pier 
of the Imperial Beach. 
we talked about the pigeons,
the seagulls and the water 
itself. from our benches, we 
could see Mexico and it’s 
border. as we drank our 
beers, I asked him about his 
days in the Navy. he told me 
after boot camp, he went to 
submarine school. after he 
finished, it was time to put 
his training to use in the 
water. he’d drop into the sea
by day and surface at night. 
he spied on the Russians he 
said, and went from port to 
port traveling the world. the 
year was 1952 and he was 
eighteen. his service was 
over in 1956. on one of his 
port visits, he and three 
naval buddies hit a tattoo 
shop. they all got Thumper 
from Bambi. the price was 
only $2. I asked him if he’d 
ever trade those days for 
anything in the world and he 
said no, it was the most fun 
he had ever had. 

on the way back, Joe 
remembered he had left his 
air conditioner on. He 
laughed with a careless fear. 
“My house is gonna be frozen 
when I get back!” we arrived 
and in we went. the house 
wasn’t frozen but the spy was 
happy to be home. I stood 
proud of my day, spending 
time with a war veteran who 
had gotten a $2 Thumper 
tattoo when he was a kid. 
before I walked away, I
shook his hand, thanked him 
and gave him a hug goodbye. I 
was happy the man from the 
Cold War wasn’t frozen. 
the unit Joe lives in is 
specifically marked and it’s 
number is 47.



By: Chicano Eddie
8-31-2016

Together We Are Unique

TOGETHER WE ARE UNIQUE 
By Erastus "Popyeny" Shipuleni 

It is not about me and you, never been.
It is about us, together as one, 
That together we are unique
Yet together we are un separable

It is not about you neither me,
It about the unit and bold bond
Together we are strength
Share ideas to fight this pandemic 

Let us unite during this difficult moment
Let's work together for the better tomorrow, 
Combine our different ideas, merge as one
We are one from creation anyway
Why splitting ourselves? 

Is this an opportunity to appreciate each other,
or a chance to know each other? 
Although born as unique, still support each other 
Practising humanity. 

Hence, Be alert, Be connected.
Adhere to set regulations 
Practice safety first 
Be safe, stay at home

The Unit of Life

So small, one could not possibly imagine............ 
That you could represent life..... 
you contain so many organelles.......... 
but one of the most inportant 
is DNA.... 
DNA is replicated, transcribed and translated 
into messages......... 
The result structures of cells that make  
you you.............. 
That you are you and no one else.......... 
A defining moment.......


Families: the Most Important Social Unit

Families are the most important social unit in existence on earth today.  For it is out of the 
family that every worker, teacher, preacher, agnostic, librarian, construction worker, mason, 
mayor, Senator, Congressman, President, World Leader, mothers, fathers, and yes, every 
man and woman who fills an occupation (or not) grow to be the individual that they are.

Families are important because the beginning of all feelings originate right there in the 
home.  A newborn child may feel the love and affection of adorning parents.  Or, if the 
parent is a drug addict or mentally challenged, the child will have a different experience, an 
unpleasant one that no child deserves.  We are what we choose.  And our choices teach the 
young ones. 

There are a myriad of variables that influence an individuals feelings of self-worth, good or 
bad.  The family is the place where love and care are learned and shared.  Anger 
management, good or bad, is taught by example.  Manners, good or bad are taught or not…it 
depends.  Everything that a man or woman becomes has its roots in the family.

So, given this, let us all work together as parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, 
nieces, nephews, cousins, and even friends to become the best possible individuals within our 
families that we can.  Let each of us strive for peace in the heart, the home, the city, the 
nations, the world.  Because we are all God’s children.  And we deserve the best possible 
life.  A little bit of heaven on earth can happen if everyone does their part to live, love, 
forgive, and enjoy what God has given them.

Written for the Rambling Poet's Narrative Contest.
Copyright 2-8-10  © Dane Smith-Johnsen

A Unit Must Be Tightly Fastened Together So No Glue Must Be Used and It Is One Tow Three Hop Then

Are you frying today? No? Not at all? An attempt to pull the frying pan out would be better off left alone as other plates could fall. Oh dear. The frying is best done outside then? Yes? Are you even listening to the logic? You are? Really? Wow. Well that makes about as much sense as a conversation between a hammer and a screaming screw. No need or necessity for screw fix, adhesive pastes nor metallic elements. Ok then. Now that is sorted it is merely open to say and state that a single word like bus means a station and a single word like train also means station. Why??Because it does. Irrelevant interference interfering intertwining interesting innermost informational influences. Like pow Pow Pow then? Ok and goose kisses a hare. Sponge tab equals tap tap tap and opened opinionated oversized overspills' are too noisy in a library. X mountaineering z z z z at seven yawning lions looking out of a keyhole to twelve flamingos bouncing on trampoline lake. z

I Plant a Tree In the Unit of Your Soul

i plant a tree in the unit of your soul
i embrace the happiness that refuses to hide in a corner
i loosen up slowly thank in part to the brightness of your quiet genius
i never thought it would be you who lives your life signing autographs of influence
when i wake up every morning, i take in the nature of your smile
heaven is at arm's reach, and God is a gentle peck away
you water the flower in the condo of my mind
what grows, as a result, is a foundation of stability
green i am to your faithfullness and your loyalty
you make loving to love easy and sincere
you make the assurance of definitive truth existant and believable
you make the heartbeat of forever's infinity reachable and retrievable
we do not have to pretend or play some odd and ridiculous role
to honor you, i plant a tree in the unit of your soul....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Unit 8 Chapter Nine

Discect the cetacean on the table
Intercept the axon if you are able
Detect the carcass beneath the table
Protect the deadbeats, as they are unable.

Seven Senators Stood Singing (p)salms!
Shrimp stuffed pie crust often alarms!
consideration only harms!

Boris Yeltzin with upraised Arms!

Unit Supervisor

he sits so smug 
       and condescending there

in his ergonomic, black
       leather chair

behind a slab of tinted
       plexiglass

on stainless-steel, to him
       a touch of class.

Premium Member Unit 119

Independence panacea dashingly suggests
      We purchase our palace hexagonal 
      Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed 
      Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital 


      Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged 
      Wider scope than she ever deserved
      Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
      Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd

    
      Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
      Wears title queen of high hive divine
      Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
      Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119

     

                    
                    Third of February 
               Thank you, dear old Doris

Burn Unit

Welcome to 5th floor burn unit,
UCSD Medical Center.
   This is the sign you pass,
As you enter.

   They ask what happened,
How did you get burned?
   They do this all with 
Care and concern.
 
   On a scale of 1 to 10,
What's your level of pain?
   Your cussing, swearing,
You cry and complain.

   They take me to a place,
They call wound care.
   Nothing here is familiar,
You're not aware.

   Wound care is a special place,
Full of pain and narcotics.
   Stool softeners, I.V.'s with 
Liquid antibiotics.

   They scrub the burns with
Soap and water.
   It's like leading the lamb
To the slaughter.

   The cries and screams,
You can hear down the halls.
   They bounce and echo
Off the walls.

   You come to a place of awe, 
For the angels that work in this place.
   The scrubbing of the burns,
You learn to embrace.

   This is where you find out,
You have nerves of steel.
   There is a method to the magic,
In this place to heal.

    Turbo1904

Trauma Unit

Mental Health Trauma Unit : 
There is a tree of life upon the wall..
Some times bare when Autumn falls ..
I took to creating a scene,  of apples butterfly's birds and singing ..Some  friends were delighted and a new girl came on the block , she wondered like a beautiful colourful fairy,  I'm in love with the world, her eyes shone like moons ..
They took her off for a while to her safe and special room ..
We heard a scream and scrambling 
My friend came running out took her slipper to the tree even the snowdrops she destroyed with ferocity ...
I sat and angered for a while and felt my own pain selfishly for a moment it was her that I blamed...
We sat for many days making beaded bracelets , it was good to see A Woman 
A Genuine 
Lady , kind and caring , a beautiful family ..
I hope the new skill ,the one that I taught,   you'll be wearing one of her bracelets with a kind and positive thought x

Parable paired in a pairing unit, you knead--- A Translation of Nirmalendu Goon


You and your pliant touch lit me up, there my diva, morn.
After the shower, your wet hair and your braid, in trying untangling
Humble effort, down to earth
I rush to thee, my open palm , water soaked paperspace, and
Eyes soothing a time, comforting chime, a return to home, shalom , or even nonetheless, Perhaps
Surrounding you, an empty space,- blossom in eloquence, in me, lingering stay of mine
You and your subtle touch, where you end your earring duo,
Untie your necklace, wrapped around your neck
Time eternal, travels there through the ecopark, a fragrance of hibiscus rosa, pairing me, in pairable , impeccable dwelling reverie
Kiss met there , through a song , as unsung as a morn, unlearned, long gone
A boon of maturity outfashioned the old one in style, dancing diva, the present
In my metamorphosis , silly me, minuscule viral being, touching your eyelashes , gently swing in glum and glee
Of everyday, nitty gritty 
A mourning lover , I cry in my delicate tragedy
The saree wrapped with the edge was my inevitable end, wishfully
I stop my chariot of time and wait there, in the third act
To perceive your duo, decisively
Hopeful you to find yourself, wherever you reach
Enthusiastic me is available there. There.I open my palm , 
my tragedy of emptiness, missed the world, nowhere to find thee.

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