Catheters Poems - Poems about Catheters

...In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond ......

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...One day I arose, December 10th I propose. 2019 was the year, I would experience true fear. I opened my eye's I have no idea, that I have been sick gravely ill as doctors would appear! Men and women i......

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...I didn’t want to leave you in the place where you had died The doctors heard me singing as I sat by your side And the people with cut fingers and burns from the chip oil Wondered what was happe......

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...The skipper had sailed quite a few storms and survived Strong as a cross hanging over an apocalypse’s altar he Had weathered all seasons and crossed heaven and hell Tempted his fate and good......

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...3 days a week they travel here like the magi following the brightest star in the sky. all kinds are here pre-existing conditions fistulas catheters chairs of diseased kidneys soaked in blood. ......

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...Sitting alone in the magazined room Reading health trends at our local GP. There was a group of eight, down and out, Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be. I hear my name, “Yes, this sho......

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...I have several poems up about my Mama, Angel Manassian. Mama died on March 19, 2000 at the age of 74. She battled with MS for most of her life. She had me at 41...a surprise! Turns out, Mama had M......

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...OLIVE ELOISA came from my Mama's name: OLIVIA.. OLIVE means peace: ELOISA means hale and wide MY TRAITS: *CHILDISH 28 but young at heart, sometimes still imp......

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...Monitors flash vital signs With reassuring beeps; We watch the numbers blinking As our friend, the patient, sleeps. Nurses jot their findings down And residents confer. Life outside those cor......

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...The catheters drip does not make a sound at all. While the heart monitor beeps are most incessant, I lay quiet and listen to whisperers down the hall. Though I desire to lay here and be convalescen......

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