Eleanor cannot see
Her eyesight is ridiculous
She has had all kinds of operations
But she is eighty-two, her eyes have given up.
A corrupt eye doctor writes her an excuse.
She takes it to the drivers’ license bureau.
She does not have to take their mandatory eye test.
Mandatory folks, MANdatory!
Eleanor has run into parked cars, trees, boats, and a river.
Last week she backed into an enormous concrete post.
The entire parking garage shook, she thought it was coming down.
Anyway, it certainly shook hard, she told me.
This morning she took her car to an auto repair shop.
Great news, she told me on the phone.
They gave me a loaner car.
Written by Gail DeBole on
December 27, 2023
Updated December 28, 2023
I told my eye doctor about my blurred sight
And that it had caused me somewhat of a fright.
It only took a minute for him to surmise
The problem within each of my eyes.
He said, “There is a cure. No need for alarm.
Your eyes can be fixed without any harm."
He said that since removing my cataracts two years ago
Scar tissue grew in secret and became my eyes’ foe.
The dastardly tissue blocked my ability to see
And, after his words, I was somewhat relieved.
My eyes were numbed on the day of the cure
While I was waiting in line for my turn.
A laser would shoot beams of light to remove
The scar tissue and my sight would improve.
The first sharp pop was startling at first
But then I realized it was a healing burst.
The doctor seemed to have smiling bursts of his own
And smiled each time a crisp zap seemed to explode.
While he zapped the scar tissue villain, I felt no pain.
Did his imagination turn this into a video game?
Ocular hypertension and
A couple of jabs here
I read the letters on the chart and
Threw in the towel
But she was adamant
The connotations
Pay-per-view Las Vegas
Ears bitten
Jubba-jubba-jib-jab and
A bathroom meteorologist
I got the receptionist
In a headlock
I didn't kill Davey Moore
But I made another appointment and
Promised her the next time I was in
I would be the heavyweight champion of the world
Dear Mr. Pfizer,
I wish I'd been a whole lot wiser..
One year ago I got your vaccine
and things happened to be that weren't forseen..
The first night of the shot my vision blurred
and retina damage sadly occured..
The eye doctor said there's a hole in my macular.
I can't see it but hope it's spectacular..
The retina specialist thought I had a disease
and wouldn't listen to my self-advocacy..
One year later now I'm happy to say the hole
is still there but no disease came my way. I
won't get your boosters. I hope that's okay?
Philippine national hero, Jose Rizal is multi-talented
What he wrought as leader, linguist, eye doctor, and novelist can't be counted
Along comments about his religious convictions and faith*-tenacity
Besides his affairs with varied ladies of pleasing personality.
1Peter 1:5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
January 25, 2019
4th place, "Educate Me with Humor - Leader Clerihew" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 2/3/2019.
You don't say that you are struggling,
But I see it.
I see it in your hollow eyes.
They give it all away.
As if your eyes were the problem.
"Oh it's just some faulty eyes."
That's the problem.
That's why you wish your life away.
Because you can't see clearly,
But in a way,
That is the problem.
You can't see.
You can't see that there is so much for you to life for.
So you must fix your faulty eyes.
But don't bother with an eye doctor,
Go see a therapist.
It will do you more good.
But the therapist won't fix it all,
Because nothing can,
But you can learn to live,
Learn to live with faulty eyes,
Learn to be happy.
When I was just a little girl - around the age of three.
My eye doctor said something - that still to this day haunts me!
He said that although my eyes would continually worsen - that I would not go blind!
How could this be possible - really blows my mind!
In all the places I live - the rooms I memorize.
So that if this should befall me - it's not such a surprise!
I make sure my cats collars jungle - so over them I do not trip.
I keep the floors clear of debris - so I won't take a slip.
You may deem me a bit paranoid - and that may be the case.
When so many others - this fear they had to face!
Everything happens for a reason - I've believed this all my life!
I've gained quite a bit of wisdom - through my struggles and strife.
Should blindness overtake me - I'll focus upon my Spirituality!
Drawing on the love and support - of my friends and family!
I have many blessings - that daily I do count!
And if you really stop to think - that's what life is all about!
Footnote: Written on 3-9-15
My Eyes Mean Everything
Went back to my eye doctor again today
Many nice things all of them had to say
Which were kind, courteous and polite
Telling me my eyesight was alright.
Watched lights wiggle here and there
At end several screens would compare
To determine glasses I should be wearing
So I could look both dashing and daring.
Many medals they must be receiving
My eyes are properly performing and living
And if hadn't been for them you know what
Love keeping my eyes wide open and not shut.
Sun is bright and see stars more clearly now
Lenses even adjust even when head I do bow
Eyesight gives me a great desire to live
My thanks to God and eye doctors now do give.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
After my eye doctor appointment yesterday.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_eyes_mean_everything_694436
There is something with you I must discuss;
What we need is someone to sponsor us
Like local newspaper or business of some kind;
Rich person who likes poetry and wouldn't mind.
Some say that poetics are often prophetic
And presume others are really pathetic
Unless his name may have been Watson
Who was driving around in a Datsun.
If are having trouble with vision and sight
Have eye doctor as sponsor, we just might;
Maybe a delicate dentist or a car dealer
With tires making sounds like a squealer.
How about a church with religious fervor?
Or a tennis player who is a good server;
Someone who can make group become alive
Like a golfer who does have a great drive.
These are a few thoughts I had in my head
And good bye now because I'm going to bed
But all of my dreams which are undaunted
For years now by them have been haunted.
"It was 6 or 7 years ago
Or so I'd like to think
I traveled to my eye doctor..
(I should'a seen a "shrink"!!)
My dad and I we awaited
In a filled up waiting room
Patients all a'seat
Magazines all askew
There wasn't much to say there
There wasn't much to do...
Slowly I did notice
Some odd glances made at me...
Some hand-covered conversations...
Some smirks I seemed to see
It made me feel self-conscious
They seemed fixed looking at me in my seat
When slowly I did realize...
That they were staring at my feet...
I looked down, and to my horror
And much to my surprise...
A sight I could not fathom...
I could not believe my eyes!!!
For one foot was well fitted
with tennis sneaker white...
The other a black dress shoe
It was a startling sight!!!
Now I found how hard it was
to hide one's mismatched feet
I wished to God to run out
And escape onto the street
I was red with great embarrassment
and shocked how stupid I could be!
Had I been that darn sleepy?
Or could I just not see?
Then it slowly dawned on me,
Well, darn it, here I sit....
Proves I need an eye-doctor...
and I don't give a sh__......."