I walk from work a smile upon my face
a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place.
Where sick and injured come in through the door
and we are always ready to care for.
Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep,
all beds are full, and to their needs we leap.
Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP
take blood, a urine test, an ECG.
Put in an I.V. Cannula I will
if veins are difficult, it takes some skill.
Next, take them to Xray to have a scan
or, if their bladder's full offer a pan.
For pain, give medication, reassess?
but if they vomit, I'll clean up their mess.
For patient comfort always tops the list,
and to ensure this happens I'll assist.
When cold, a nice warm blanket brings a smile
sometimes I'll hold their hand a little while.
With reassuring voice allay their fears,
if they're upset then wipe away their tears.
Write up my notes including all I've done,
hand over to the next nurse one by one.
The hours seem to quickly run away
and soon my shift is finished for the day.
I'll say goodbye to patients in my care
be glad, that on this day I have been there.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
A busy shift, Emergency the place.
Categories:
department, work,
Form: Rhyme
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Categories:
department, angel, bullying, corruption, education,
Form: Rhyme
a cellphone behind the counter
four unread texts
a set of keys
someone wanders aisles
a grocery list
now left to memory
in the haste of life
questions unanswered
a teddy bear
observes all the items
one eye torn for its socket
a mother’s chore to mend
a man waits in front
for his wife
he says
they’re running late
people cry out
to reclaim their lives
customers walk
in and out the door
a man sitting alone on the sidewalk
loses track of time
a sparrow
seeks the sky
Categories:
department, america, imagery, loss, places,
Form: Couplet
Diplomatic Secrets to Take to My Grave
I worked for 27 years
as a US diplomat
and witnessed a lot of things
that were and are considered
secrets.
– and we are trained
to keep these secrets
secret.
and I will no doubt die
and take some secrets
to my grave.
Categories:
department, appreciation, death,
Form: Free verse
As we did the month preceding
This the next department meeting
Time and time without a reason
To be present or to listen
For there’s nothing on the floor
Beneath us different than before
It was the last time that we met
As everybody knows and yet
Again we sit around the table
Top our seats but still unable
To understand why we should read
Another memo from the Dean
Of students who have never met ‘em
Or her or maybe better, them
For whom the Chair is working under
Standing in the room, we wonder
How’d it ever get to this
Friday morning’s foolishness
Of faculty who should know better
Than to debate what doesn’t matter
That they’ll only misconstrue
The points they’re missing when they do
Interrupt each other speaking
Words better spent in classrooms teaching
Categories:
department, student, teacher,
Form: Rhyme
With some reluctance
I must confess to you
I found myself
At the Inland Revenue
Opening the door
To an enormous queue
I waited in line...
Forever. As you do.
Filling in forms
Of great quantity
Ticking boxes
Writing illegibly
Contradicting myself
In the fine details
Starting again
Numerous fails
Trying to recall
Things I did
While avoiding
A blatant fib
Tricky questions
Mopping my brow
Looking guilty
Sweating now
Escape at last
Recover with wine
From IRD forms
Labyrinthine
Categories:
department, humor,
Form: Rhyme
In his closet Mort had a skeleton
Draped o'er an undelivered Peleton
A bag of bones himself
Mort was a Christmas elf
Dined on doughnut holes atop gelatin
Categories:
department, christmas, food, giving,
Form: Limerick
In the bed, under cover
Where surveillance cameras live and breathe
Where biologics lose their way, their cause
As locomotives thrust through the tunnels
Of love, of trust, of lust once favored by the lost
In the room once cherished as exclusive
Occupied by so many members of the state
Undermined by sheets as white as snow, as ghostly as they go
Untarnished in the light of privacy called night
Satisfied by pillow talk, so soft, that’s all
Until the film develops a sense of humor
Splashed pictures printed as Headline news on paper
Blasts out the evidence of one person seen with another
Discernible only to those who dare to be amused
And those who dare to look away must be depraved
According to the state
Categories:
department, betrayal, conflict, corruption, film,
Form: Free verse
sirens pierce the snowy air
demanding - a sudden call to action
vehicles fill the town hall lot
uniforms cover regular clothes
teams converge...
fire truck emerges and
leaves with rapidly assembled crew…
neighbors doing what neighbors do
Categories:
department, community, fire,
Form: Free verse
The scent of linen,
Slacks, creams, leather. Mellow tunes.
Soft muted bustle.
We move promptly to our quest.
In the purse, Mom’s hard won cash.
~
The shoe department...
Always with my size and style.
The well-groomed salesman,
His warm charm sooths my unease
At the cold chrome size device.
~
Brylcreem, tweed, Old Spice.
Soft caring hands hold my feet.
New shoes. Perfect fit.
And now, such memories past
Bring warm solace to my years.
* Reworked version submitted in tanka format.
Categories:
department, anxiety, clothes, emotions, kid,
Form: Tanka
I knew a fellow who played Santa Claus
He hated department stores just because
Kids were insightful, but
Sometimes a bit spiteful
And his snow white beard was made out of gauze.
written December 10, 2021
Categories:
department, christmas, holiday,
Form: Limerick
Chairman
What a diligent person you are
You are a sign of greatness
You have an excellent record of corruption
Your blessing is trickling down to us
Should we hand over our future in your hands?
You have destroyed our peace of mind
Recovery is hard
We are facing a dead end situation..
Note. A villain is a person who does what he can to support evil.
Categories:
department, blessing, character, corruption, engagement,
Form: Free verse
Keep your hands to yourself. . .
and the Books on the shelf.
Categories:
department, education, symbolism,
Form: Couplet
People are accused
not supporting their kids, but
funds are being misused.
2019 September 17
Categories:
department, political,
Form: Senryu
I called a department meeting this morning.
I said to everyone,
"I want to run the race".
But lungs said, "You cant be serious"!
So I decided to swim the river.
But legs said, "No way mister, not today"!
I suggested to bike the mountain trail.
Knees just laughed.
"There's no reason we cant take up boxing", I said.
Shoulders cried, "don't ask us",
"To lift those gloves".
I bent down to tie my shoe,
Feet said, "we told you to invest in Velcro"
I wanted a fling with Mama.
But body had fallen asleep.
Brain spoke up and said,
"What's wrong with you guys"?
"Quit being so lazy"!
Everyone was tired and irritated.
Then Heart quietly said,
"If we all cant get along"
"I'm leaving"
Meeting adjourned.
A Contest On Aging Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:
Emile Pinet
6/6/19
Categories:
department, age, health,
Form: Narrative
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