Clinics Poems | Examples

The Condition

A Doctor talks about my condition
as if reading a textbook in his head.
He even pauses like he is turning a page.

There is a large black fly
that keeps bouncing off the clinics window.

I 'm distracted, its head must be hard,
its eyes must be crystal.

Thump buz, thump buzz,
thump buzzz.

I have a headache.

My own eyes are kind of compound
mostly I see in facets,
even sand is prismatic to me.

The Doctor has stopped talking,
he is looking at me,
wondering why I have no questions.

After an awkward pause:
"You do understand this condition will worsen?"

The fly keeps bashing it head against the glass.

Thump buz.... thump buzz....thump buzzz....

Obviously, it wants in.

Now we are both staring at the crazy fly.
A humid silence bounces around
in my head.

My butt is beginning to sweat on the plastic chair,
soon I might,
ever so slightly,
purse my lips
                        and buzz off.

What a wonderful day

My daily routine.
Every day, as always,
Wake up at four.
Start the chores.
Go to the gardens,
Do some maintenance.
Visit the M Central
Play the piano.
One hour goes past,
Enjoy some breakfast.
Go to the library,
Take up space,
Use the computer/internet,
Lunch with meal set.
In the arvo,
Play more and more piano.
Otherwise, visit "Maker Space".
Do some embroideries
For the rest of the day.
What a wonderful day with appointment free.
Tomorrow is another day,
With hectic classes and clinics.
Appointments and treatments
Do not know how to describe,
How the rest of the week was like?
Few words maybe.
Busy and very busy.
Life moves on,
Regardless how you want it.

Possible Side Effects

The doc prescribed a medicine
To make my bones grow strong.
It seems they’ve lost some density
As life has rolled along.

I’ve had the pills for quite a while
But haven’t taken one,
For I’m afraid soon after, 
Side effects will have begun.

I read what all the experts say
From clinics quite well-known – 
The Mayo and the Cleveland, 
Which report what tests have shown.

I’d be better off without the facts
These places have prepared,
For learning what can happen
Only makes me much more scared.

I’ll try some yoga and will boost
My calcium to still
Any qualms about my bones –
That seems much better than a pill.

Rural doctors

Rural doctors


In quiet towns where roads are few,
Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue,
There walk the healers, brave and true,
The doctors of the rural view.

With bags in hand and hearts of gold,
Through rain and shine, through heat and cold,
They journey far where need is great,
To serve the towns that time forgot.

In simple clinics, makeshift rooms,
They fight disease, dispel the glooms,
With limited, yet mighty, tools,
They stand as pillars, patient schools.

Their knowledge vast, their skills refined,
In every touch, in every mind,
They bring a hope, a healing light,
To places often out of sight.

For every life they gently save,
In every soul they make more brave,
They build a bridge, they pave a way,
For better health with each new day.

In fields where whispers of the past,
Meet modern care that’s built to last,
These rural doctors, strong and kind,
Are heroes in the humblest find.

So let us sing their noble deeds,
Their tireless work to meet our needs,
In rural lands, they stand and serve,
With endless heart and steadfast nerve.


Written Sept 1, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma

On Doctors day

On Doctor’s day 

(dedicated to all doctors who heal the society)


Busy wards 
where noise fills the air,
those steady hands 
and humble hearts that care;
Doctors help you walk 
through the path of light,
amidst darkest days 
and long sleepless nights.

With stethoscopes 
they catch a tender beat,
mend thy hearts 
and cure the disease;
All eyes, 
they see the silent plea,
and strive to get 
patients disease free.

As wisdom guides, 
with every word,
a hope renewed, 
a spirit stirred;
They battle illness, 
fear and pain,
in quest for health, 
breaking every chain.

From labs where 
breakthroughs make hay,
to clinics where 
the children play;
In every corner, 
in every street,
their very being 
makes our lives complete.

Through trials harsh 
and victories sweet,
in every pulse, 
in each heartbeat;
Doctors heal 
with grace and might,
they are the saviours, 
bringing us light.

So here's to those 
who wear the white,
with courage bold 
and vision so bright,
In gratitude, 
we sing their praise;
For doctors' hands, 
our lives they raise.


Written July 1, 2024
© Dr Upma A Sharma

The Farce Of Law

Posters painted
By law tainted
Rosaries rattling
Prayers prattling
Police swoop
Spirits droop
Whisked away
Because they pray
For children unborn
Innocent lives shorn
In abortion clinics
Cold cash for callous cynics

Helping Childless Wife

The sad problem was Hannah's ova.
Once they form a baby tears over:
Goal which had made her man rover
Around good clinics now hover...

Placed on Tiger nut and Guava
Locked semen is opened Louvre

Then, Doctor traced cause to Hannah,
Soon after return from Ghana
And it was a blow: Hammer,
From husband a lifted comma.

So, the drugs should not Fred cover,
Rather married Hannah lover,
No need by drug stores pull over,
Picked drugs mere help to stores turn-over.

But then the truth: both are childless
Fred to not say: "I'll bother less".
Ovarian challenge not over,
Caring Husband not in clover.

Virus Warfare

Courageous men and women wear scrubs,
masks, white gloves, and black net caps.
They, too, eat their meals from plastic tubs,
what's left over from supper scraps? 

At night, their bones begin to break down.
In the outpatient and hospitalized wards.
On the other side of the earth, in clinics around. 
 across the middle of the COVID swords.

Do not remove pricey clothes or freeze.
Their newly cleaned blues made for a breeze.
They have what they need to get the job done.
If you firmly grab your hand with a striped tone, 

Unfortunately, it was the start of a new day.
while fresh, sickening showers beat cruelly away.

Sunday Cur Man

Down's Syndrome is such a big scare
Because it happens everywhere
So clinics should close
Since everyone knows
The greedy need more than their share*


*90% of the cases at one clinic are
attributed to Down's Syndrome but
the GOP won't fund research -  nor
prevention - as all the GOP needs 
is "approved" voters who vote
the party line

Capital Territory

Where the most influential persons live
Where the most dangerous goons gather
Where dictomacy where federal agencies
Where evil officers where harmful Psycho clinics
Where false propaganda where Elite Mafia
Where snatching Policy where guided missiles
That place is known as capital territory..
Note. Underworld is the hub of aliens.

All Most Over

Thank God it’s almost over, at least near where I live
Clinics, pharmacies, grocery stores and jails
There is the Vaccine Finder and companies with free time 
Now will have them too and 16 year old children 
At their schools ready for sports and Fall’s days of lessons

Friday is my final shot, my husband is a week later too
So I am reading and looking at the nearby parks
Point Lobos, redwoods and otters, Ano Nuevo’s seal lions
I know it will be limited and have to make arrangements
To help everyone and the seas be safe, but I wonder 

If there isn’t something important that we must remember
Take care of children worldwide, wildlife, the elderly, the seas
Honor all the people who volunteered to help
For life is precious and nothing is for sure

Are Women Really Liberated

Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.

We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at clinics.
We can wear pants and jeans and dress like men~
Pretending there is something chic in it?
Who are we just Betsy Ross?
Just to sew flags, keep our mouths shut and sit on garden moss!

What woman here will openly oppose abortion? (One, me)
That or you'd have to pay her much or face poetic extortion.
All the lantrenes and lovely shape poems we create.
Have ever, any, warned us that loss of our liberty is at stake?

So, given! A strong stance might douse your popularity.
And tarnish your chances forever to the owneer of a trophy be!
But a country under censorship is no way to live.
For our progeny's future, why the fear of a political missive?



                             2/24/2021
                               ~2~

I Feel the Pain

I feel the Pain,

When babies are born, without mothers.
For my heart bleeds to loneliness.
When hospitals and clinics
Are now the headlines of abortions.
Why kill when you are able to prevent?

I feel the Pain,

When doctors and nurses,
Are no longer performing their tasks.
When mothers are undergoing operations,
Just to save their babies.

I feel the Pain,

When doctors and nurses,
Are ritually performing, instead of zoos.
When hospitals and clinics,
Are now pathways to funeral homes.

I feel the Pain,

When patients are no longer tested,
To be prevented.
When the death rate is greater,
Than the development rate.

I feel the Pain,

When my eyes longer capture,
Those instruments and medications,
That is used to save lives.

I feel the Pain,

When others are in search of a child,
While some prevent themselves,
From bearing.
Why is this a reversible world?

©®2021
A.M Ngumbu, Jr.

Haiku Series, By Faith

Haiku series, by Faith

(Written for Addi Menefee, Gail Menefee)

under my blankets
knowing of children with cancer
prayer songs rise

my soul swims through grace
see their bodies struggle by faith
dance to healing

I picture their faces
 smoothed crowns in clinics
Christ calls  the eagles, “Fly!”

precious their growing
blessed freed secured
hear playgrounds filled with laughter

blessed parents with strength
Holy Spirit present
starlight shines eternal

with blankets pulled back
in stilled silence asleepp
soul sends glory praise

————————————————————————-
(c) sally Young eslinger 1/27/21
Thanks be to God!

Saline Babies

                       babies
                  aborted babies 
             couldn't breathe either
        writhing about in saline seas   
       but not a peep from anybody
          no riots-no burning cities
no angry mobs stomping down(P.A.)avenue
    dead babies never make for good news
               no viewers-no ad revenue
                     dicing babies 
         harvesting body parts for profit  
                   is dirty business 
    even for dirt bag clinics and politicians
    millions of dead babies without graves
               never given a name
   not a peep from the drones or their royalty
      peep-less in the chop city of Sea(battle) 
           peep-less in the big rotten apple
               peep-less in Cali(horn)ia
                     no civil rights
                       for babies
                  millions of babies
                    saline babies
                   I can't breathe
                        babies

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