Best Ventilator Poems
This is a well deserved tribute that I'd like to share
For those wonderful people working in our health care
Doctors, nurses, paramedics and admin staff too
Auxiliaries and cleaners risking their lives for you.
All over the world ex health staff answered a call
To form with ex colleagues a formidable wall
Against the Coronavirus that's bringing death and misery
Infecting thousands of people in every country.
Many people have come forward offering their services too
Performing none medical tasks that nurses often do
And those vulnerable people who are living in isolation
Looked after by volunteers bringing food and medication.
Father Beradelli an Italian priest his life he did give
Refusing a ventilator so that a younger person might live
The list of good deeds by strangers whom we'll never know
Would fill volumes of books and continues to grow.
The army, police and fire-fighters are playing a part too
Trying to keep some normality for me and for you
Shops and supermarket staff too are on the front line
Delivery drivers moving goods to secure a lifeline.
There are many more unseen heroes not mentioned here
But memories of their actions we will always hold dear
You the reader can play your part even one small kind deed
By helping neighbours and strangers in their hour of need.
Written on 27th March 2020.
1. Earth
The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm
2. Air
The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm
3. Water
The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities
Provider of the realm
4. Fire
The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm
coming out of the frame,
in evening without a sun, unflinchingly,
he said, he was talking to his father
daily, in his mind, who was in grave,
(when he was on ventilator)
about a lesson of deception, about the things
evolved in endogamy,
cherubic, it seems, but there was water on the moon too,
in solitude, on gravel, under the rocks ;
he kept on washing his hands for hours,
to remove the dirt and stigma, gathered on shaking
the lamps around the dark and then he started
collecting the flowers from the embroidery
of clouds
do not cry in the afternoon
SATISH VERMA
Update
I am suddenly very sick with fever , freezing, burning up, headache, nausea
Truth in New Hampshire:
I spoke with 4 medical personnel today on phone.
They have no testing, only for medical personnel and severe cases in the hospital.
And. They have no treatment. They told me only to go to the hospital if I cannot breathe, for a ventilator.
They ordered me to stay home in quarantine away from all people and even medical personnel.
With all my underlying medical issues over the years, I have not had fevers, or anything like this. !
I will write when I can, but if I am not posting or answering, this is why.
Please be safe and take this seriously.
Thank you all
Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.
The form of the poem, the rhyme.
Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.
Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place where the deer lay
down their bones
and, like them, die alone.
When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
nothing can be done or faked.
The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator,
we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
Organic computers using polymerase and qubits came later.
Pleasant pleasurable
spot of delight, let my
touching spark your
light. Ventilator by your
side as you grasp for
breath tonight. May
my kissing make you
weak, as in this heat
you fight to remove
the quilt and sheet.
As your goose bumps
begins to rise I'm left
to feel I'm touching your
sensitive spot inside
and as the volume of
your voice increase to
tensely shouts my name,
your sounds would
drown Marvin Gaye's
sexual healing through
the tension of your
body's feelings.
As your nail sinks
beneath the chocolate
of my skin and your
milk escapes your
walls within. To see
the relief as your
cheeks meet your ears
but is this the joy you
patiently waited for all
these years?
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com
A girl was raped in a bus that night
By six men, all drunk, who had lost their minds
Ambrosia was the elixir of gods, it is said
But godlike men in this age aren’t born or made
Alcohol wrecks judgment, makes beasts out of men
Deeds under its influence have put us men to shame
Shops abound in our nation where alcohol is sold
The government till overflows when the weather turns cold
A corrupt force is tasked to uphold the country’s law
Incidents occurring on a daily basis expose this basic flaw
Fear of law is no deterrent for miscreants and crooks
The police prefer to look away; with them, they are in cahoots
But a girl still battles death today aided by a ventilator
Skewered with an iron rod that night, unending was her horror
Demonstrations against this shame were met with brutal force
Citizens showing solidarity were bludgeoned without remorse
The hand that wields the baton to protect civil society
Is now the hand that throttles free voice and liberty
Bad governance, we know is the bane of any nation
Bad policing and lawlessness is responsible for any country’s degeneration
Instead of upholding law and maintaining order
Law enforcers are subdued by their political masters
Whose lack of will to rein in the force given selfish political aspirations
Stems from a sense of indebtedness for furthering their ambitions
Burning state fuel at night they stalk and chase prey
Fleecing shady truckers and wheeler-dealers who operate in markets grey
This extortion by night on city road and state highway
Robs the state of much needed revenue and is an add-on to their pay
Similar incidents happen each day of the year and night
In night’s anonymous darkness or blatantly by daylight
With the force preoccupied in matters so vital
Who will protect our girls and control the crime spiral
The government of the day is callous to people’s concerns
Callous to a daughter’s fate on whom men on a bus took turns
Author of “The Satanic Verses” was stabbed
this morning in NYC.
In New York, doing a reading, that city which
now allows criminality.
Yes, I know a Fatwa, was put on his life.
But he’s fearless, not out to please and can
deal with strife.
I do hope he successfully recovers.
I like writers who do not put truth under pretty,
people pleasing covers!
A few of his quotes are listed below..
They are universal for all free counties.
1. What is freedom of expression!
Without the right to offend, it ceases to
exist.
2. Language is courage: The ability to
conceive a thought, to speak it, and
by doing so, to make it true.
3. A mature society, understands that at
the heart of democracy, is argument!
8/12/2022
-1-
UPDATE….RUSHDIE WAS STABBED IN THE NECK
AND FACE SEVERAL TIMES……
HE MAY LOSE AN EYE.
5pm PST 8/12/2022.
UPDATE…RUSHDIE WAS PUT ON A VENTILATOR
THIS EVENING.
‘8PM PST 8/12/2022
Frank and Nada went together like pina-colada
Each half had dreams and brought laughs
He’d open doors and make real sure
That his Nada; he would truly care for.
He also had family from before
They cared for him. He for them. That
Can’t be ignored. Well Frank got ill in 2021,
Nada called for help; what else to do?
Ambo’s came calling, her Frank to help
He’s thinking clear?
His birth date he gets it right correcting Nada
To 1962 not 61 here, so she puts some fear upon the shelf
She’s told don’t worry we’ll treat him well
This was by now the triage speaking I make bold to
Tell, yet the lies soon started about where he
Was? Well’ Dispatched supposed to Canberra from
Queanbeyan, she gave an hour and then she rang, to
Canberra. To ask a bit. There was no Frank!
Some panic hit. Her man was still there at
Queanbeyan had invasive p c r, then
ICU? What is their plan?
They say Frank’s in for a real fight, but they’ll see him through,
He’ll be alright. and ring
Whenever you like at all, just be assured Frank’s
Welfare is our first call, yet when she phones no hand picked up..
Hardly ever at all
Really simple stuff. Then they administered
The killer remdesivir intravenous tubes plus
Ventilator to her dear. She’d call by phone
They were always busy, at five they might
Call but the advice they suggested would
Make her dizzy, on the strength on facts we
Can only proclaim they treat him rough as guts its plain… Both
In Canberra and Queanbeyan. After some days their story
Changed; he was on his way out now a Bronwyn claimed
There was a Dr. Tom and a registrar but as for help they were far; very far,
Fentanyl was next to come, his organs failing, his heart was poorly
Nearly gone. Nada fears murder.
That much is clear, I found I cried a tear as Hoody did!
My country’s smashed I offer no kid. In despair and longing I call to all Aussies
Wake up and act, just make a plan, now stand tall. And make it strong for those
Like Frank who’ve suffered hard and long, both in Canberra and at Queanbeyan!
©Joe Maverick 10-4-2023
Its now three nights past,
me turning four.
I hardly knew what happened later,
and my sweet granny was on the ventilator.
She lived strong,
even at the stupendous sixty.
My dad turned restless,
be it day or night.
The doctors said,
"Its too hard to settle things".
Many were those ailments and tender wounds,
that her body bore.
She hid all that pain,
and kept me happy even at the worst times.
She forgot those knee cramples she suffered,
when she ran behind me to feed.
Mom spent hours in front of the idol,
Wishing a speedy recovery.
But i never knew what would happen,
for those granny memories that haunted me.
I felt proud,
few days back.
I punched the stout big granny on her chest,
yet she masked her pain to keep me happy.
Now that punch,
is what gazes my sight.
ashamed, I am,
for all that i did.
Now for the doctors pamper,
granny turned fit.
I leapt four to five,
From my place to the hospital ward.
One tight hug,
and a flood of tears, I drained.
Tears rolled down granny's cheeks,
but i knew, they were seeing me happy. #PSM
a travel nightmare to remember
at age sixteen on a charter plane
to Colombia with the abusive boy friend
ten years older and few worlds of spanish
to meet my future as he put his hooks
and demands at my tender age of fourteen
on the return by myself with a broad view
flying to cartagena for the stop over to refueled
I left the plane and dreamt sitting on a bench
only to realize the flight continued without me
my passport luggage and money left behind
in the front pocket of trustworthy in my seat
Paris far away I started singing in the airport
se va el caiman se va para baranquilla and what to do
scared an hostess at the counter took pity
spend the night at my house was the offer
and will figure it tomorrow and so I shared a bed with tree children
It was sweaty not a breeze felt from the ventilator of heart pounding
but the next day was to enter a plane with the pilots in the cockpit
hidden to reach Miami to meet the group as few words tells a lots
in dire time my spanish improved a conversation of thank you
as I run the circular corridors to catch a plane to Brussels and then a train
My group seeing me missing got my luggage passport but lost the money
and so thankful to be fluent in spanish and the boyfriend got rid off
Immune to the virus, I am.
I eat green eggs and ham.
That I eat daily with a fork.
Hah, science, I’m no dork!
I use Johnson & Johnson shampoo.
So I’m topically vaxxed, immune too!
Sure add bleach in my drinking water.
Since Covid can’t live where it’s hotter.
Wearing a mask is just for Halloween.
Needles are for fun, not a vaccine.
So screw your mask, I’ll see you later.
From my bed, and shiny new ventilator.
In the aftermath of birth to my last child, a procedure was
performed the next day, intense breathing, anxiety and
overwhelms me. code blue announced over the intercom
I'm having respiratory distress caused by the anesthesia.
The electronic vital sign monitors beep, I'm flatlined for
30 minutes after loss of consciousness according to medical
staff, I'm revived and hooked up to a ventilator. Out-of-body
encounter, I'm amongst the clouds looking down at the medical
is staff working on me am I in heaven or hell? I was suddenly
approached by a male image, the face not seen gave me a
hug a kiss on my right cheek, and said I'm not done with
you and I were awakened on the third day. Out-of-body
encounters.
I was in my greenhouse,
Sad and alone.
When I noticed an invasion
of one small sparrow that intruded my domain.
It hit the shaded glass panes,
attempting to escape or at least
trying to find a resting place.
Oh, foolish bird, why did you enter
such a prison that could mean death?
It chirped, a cry for help.
It flew like a crazy thing, hitting poles and panes.
So I opened a ventilator
hoping it would not spoil the humidity
that was required in my greenhouse.
Would you believe it? The sparrow
simply refused the opening
preferring to rest upon an empty shelf.
So patiently I opened the door and finally
out it flew, straight among the branches
of an old oak tree. Liberty achieved.
I closed all openings and wondered
if I could ever be as free.
Flashing back to last Spring, 2020 ~ O, my!
We thought we'd all get COVID and then die
We lived our daily lives in utter fear
a cough or sneeze's drops just might adhere
to a surface we'd accidentally touch ~
We'd be put on a ventilator or such
So many confined in a hospiral all alone
Their only family contact, the phone...
A year later we survivors are nearly worry-free
Masks off, we frolic on land and by the sea
Let us be grateful for our lives and for our health
Beating hearts more precious than vast wealth