Doctors Poems

Doctors Aren’t Perfect

It’s hard to believe but true:
doctors do make mistakes;
but on the whole they’re few.
And yet it demonstrates
what we should all expect,
that doctors aren’t perfect.
As for your surgeon’s removal
of what he mistook as a double 
tumor growing in the area
of your groin, your falsetto 
whining sounds like a soprano
practicing a new aria.

I avoid doctors

i avoid doctors
what I don’t know
cannot hurt or worry me
win win

gadgets in a Doctors office

all the gadgets on the doctor’s wall
are tempting me, calling me honey
I want to play with them, and I mean all.
But if I break them, they’ll cost me money.

Doctors and Morticians

Doctors and morticians
do not exactly work in opposition.
The first do their best to keep you living;
the second do likewise but not breathing.

Intrusive Thoughts

Dare I share my intrusive thoughts
Once suicidal in a mood so dark
I actually tried to stop my heart
Using vitamins to sin with life to part

It was a low that got so deep
Manic tide had overcome me
Was hearing voices in trilogies
Mad as I was bipolar buried

I recall walking outside
Collapsed in the sunshine
Barely recall ambulance ride
Feeling lost

Abandon all our Dreams

The day started, but little did I know it would be an end to my dreams,
That what was about to happen would end up with a long gut-wrenching scream,
The weather was grey, the dark sky was threatening rain,
I was nearing a world of excruciating pain.

When we met it was with a smile, a hug and

Nine Months Ago Part 2

It's only 2:00 am.
I even waited to take the drugs
till midnight,
so I wouldn't have to fight
an extra 2 hours through the night

Not that it makes much of a difference.
In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off
(not that I really need one)
and I'll continue to just survive
each torturous moment.
The only difference is the daytime
doesn't have the

Nine Months Ago Part 1

These next _ minutes are going to be hard...

I open my eyes
Not sure what time it is,
but I bet I can guess.
The drugs never work 
for more than 2 hours,
and the distress from the
pressure in my head and throat
has been suppressing more than
2 hours of sleep a night
for months now -
even with the drugs.
They have

Doctors Without Borders

In a world of growing uncertainty,
whenever there's a great emergency,
Doctors Without Borders
alleviates disorders
with profound humaneness and urgency.

An Ode to the Doctors

They, who are readily and always available;
Checking if your vital signs are stable.
They work round the clock with lives in their hands.
Carrying out nature's most delicate command. 

They go into the surgical room without an iota of fear,
Bringing the much needed hope and chasing away despair.
The surgical robe, a garment light as a feather;
Worn by

Christmas Trees at Smithfield Central Doctors

"...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush."

— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo

Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down,
Sparkling white trinkets, sparkling white

Manifesto

As a law-abiding senior citizen of Hawai
I was living a pretty decent life 
Until my absence alerted my neighbours 
And the paramedics broke the front door of my house
To find me lying unconscious inside
Now I am recuperating in a hospital bed.

But I place my charges against medical malpractices 
That has handicapped me physically, mentally and

pretty doctors

Pretty doctors

Two young female doctors dressed in white
 wearing stereoscopes around their slim
necks as decorations, an accessory that 
gave them charming dignity
Between them, looking at a computer
my name was there, they were talking
about my medical history
 I tried to get a word in but was blithely 
 ignored, after all, I was the
patient, but my input went unheeded
They were happy with my

Relationships with Doctors

Relationships with doctors
Can be awkward, even though
You discuss the same old problems
Every time that you may go.

Yet if you have a physician
You have seen for many years,
All self-consciousness and tension
Somehow quickly disappears.

He’ll remember all your symptoms – 
Be they serious or not – 
And will take his time explaining
What you have or haven’t got.

There might

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

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