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"This is funny"— Doc Holliday
A cowboy’s whispering
a devil may care response?
I give as good as I get
Doc Holliday gave his services,
saved a lawman from sure calamity
brave, never a streak of yellow
perchance it was his caustic wit,
a humorous bite, and sense of humor
as dry as the dust
I am your huckleberry
do or bust!
At the Ok Corral
horse’s trotting
horse neighs, grunts
a nickel plated pistol fires
the infamous gun fight prior
what’s not to admire?
Cavalier as Doc may be,
a baptized sinner’s gunslinger
who’d specialize in dentistry
at a time when a bottle of whiskey
and a pair of pliers were the tools of the trade
he gave and gave
"Best set of teeth in gold"
claims he and partner
and true it was awarded and to showcase
annually at the County Fair, praise oh praise!
Tuberculosis
the death of him
the “White Death” shall soon take its toll
coughing spells untimely discourse dispels
a recourse to gambling after all
dexterities hold steadfast
Faro, a master’s game
no real family but the wild and woolly west
when shooting it out its life or death
Or knives be it
the heart bleeds, its beats slowly
as the lungs fill with unrepentant decay
a dagger's stabbing pain
The sulfurous waters
the distant wind yearns and blows
like the drums of passion,
a harpsicord ominous,
an urgent cello
exposing desert sands
it reveals one’s true nature
an inherent caliber it shall define
For every sinner there is comfort in knowing
there is forgiveness divine
to err is human and in the depths of our sins
the light will shine
so it shall be for him
I always figured I'd meet my fate someday
with my boots on…
but in the end
in his bed
boots off
I know a young lady, her name is Lynn
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor, but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me, to remedy my plight
After all these decades, finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Lynn is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly, she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Doctor Lynn, this new doc of mine
Doc
By Curtis Johnson
God made the mold, locked it up, and threw away the key. Genuine article, the real McCoy; one of a kind was she.
She passed away; it's been so long.
She was small, but ever so strong.
At my best she gave me love.
At my worst she loved no less.
There was dad and mom, me, and eleven siblings more.
She loved all of them and me.
Her love was special, like no other.
Love like I had never known before, or since
Her love taught me a valuable lesson:
Everyone needs someone through whose eyes you can do no wrong. It’s another way of saying, “Needed; Unconditional Love”.
My grandmother. She called md Doc. O, what a rock! 09112015cj
Seems each time I visit my doc he recommends more pills for my health!
I'm not sure they're effective but this I know, they're depletin' my wealth!
And with all the side effects, I'm really concerned about my early doom!
"He expired from excessive medications!" might aptly be etched upon my tomb!
The list is endless - Diuretics, Beta Blockers, Nexium, Advil and Tylenol,
Alpha Blockers, Vitamin D, Zantac, Zocor, Micardis and a bit of Timolol,
Carisoprodol, Hydrocholorothiazide, Alphagan, Moltrin and Fosamax,
Hydroxyzine, Caltrate, Phillips Milk of Magnesia and some Atarax!
The black-box warnings say I could suffer everything from dehydration,
To blurred vision, dizziness, diahrea and a serious case of constipation!
My Pa seldom saw a doc and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four!
He survived by sippin' SSS Blood Tonic and usin' horse linamint for
His aches and pains and other such stuff peddled by the Watkins Man!
I may toss the bottles and use his home-remedies to increase life's span!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing to ease our miserable woes!
Praise the Lord for geront-ologists who care for folks my age,
To ease our minds, hold our hands ushering us t'ward dotage!
Then there are the psych-ologists who meddle in our head.
The practice of the proct-ologists is better left unsaid!
The dermat-ologists who cleansed our faces of acne as a teen,
Now hassle us about slathering ourselves with sunscreen!
I'll never understand how anesthesi-ologists operate off hand,
But I know their potions ease the pain as we relax in la-la-land!
Gynec-ologists specialize in treating ladies' singular ills,
Including that vexatious time marked by hot flashes and icy chills!
Cardi-ologists are vital for keeping us alive and kicking,
Checking aortas and such to ensure our hearts keep ticking!
I'll coin the term "the-ologists" who deal with our languid souls,
Directing our thoughts upward beyond mere earthly goals!
Radi-ologists, ur-ologists, "other-ologists", I could go on ad infinitum.
Lastly, there are cosmet-ologists to pretty us up when we succumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Rupert was coming home from school one day,
Yipee it’s raining again, lots of puddles he’d say,
He was wearing his wellies so jumped into each one,
Rupert just loved this weather and puddles a ton,
Every lunchtime Piglet trotted up to Ruperts school,
A clever little piglet, who was nobody’s fool,
Jumping, splashing, frolicking together and having fun,
They were drenched when they got home,
Mom said go upstairs and dry off otherwise
You will get sick and have no fun in the rain or sun.
Rupert's family lived in New Zealand, where it rains a lot,
Mom had made a steaming tasty stew, and Dot the little
Girl from next door, smelt it and ran to Rupert's mom’s door.
Piglet had his own stool, he quickly jumped up from the floor,
They finished their lunch and because the sun was shining,
Went outside to play, the ball went under a shrub, hurt and hiding
Was a Labrador pup. her leg looked broken, dot picked her up
Rupert ran to help as Piglet between his squeals, said this pup
Needs a doctor, so off they went to find Ruby the kind lady vet
This day was certainly not over yet.
Doc. Ruby was known as the best vet in the land,
She put the puppy’s paw gently in her hand,
Looked carefully, only a bad sprain Labby dear,
In a day or two you will be in the clear.
Rupert could never resist a climb, wow a bee hive,
I’v discovered on the same branch as me,
The bees were not happy with Rupert so near,
They started buzzing, get off there now, yelled Dot,
Rupert quickly jumped down, in fact did not
Realize how terrible
A bee sting could be,
Quite unbearable,
As he ran with the others,
As far away as they could.
Sally the Labby,
Lovingly licked Rupert's each and every sting,
Good doggy he said, I now feel no pain,
He began to skip and sing.
Luckily for our heroes, the bees as a swarm,
Did not give chase,
Unusual for bees what can I say,
Perhaps it had been a very busy day!
No-one will ever know, we secretly call
Ourselves, ‘Docs on the block’.
And as all good children, piglets, and lab puppies
Know, we should all be back home by 5.00 o’clock.
Many years ago in Redwood as a boy and a man
I’ll tell you the story as fast as I can
About a remarkable person, really special in fact
Who made up for the townspeople, everything they lacked
He was the town Doctor
Saw through many fears
Helped raise the town
For three score and fifteen years
Delivered all of Mrs McCarthy,s babies, fourteen in all
Removed Mr Browns Gallstones, whilst he was lying in his hall
Brought over two hundred children into this world
No wonder his hair was grey and slightly curled
Walked everywhere to somewhere never drove at all
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Always at hand for everybody,s needs
Just could not help but do people good deeds
I remember when the Pox took many lives away
Bus old Doc Taylor, he saved the day
No thought for his own safety, always around
With a kind word and his medicine abound
Most people could not pay but he did not care
To serve all his days , always to be there
That was his life no time for romance
Married to the community, had no second chance
Miss Betty his secretary , loved him no less
Always nearby in a pretty red dress
Though he never noticed, she did not mind
She knew the real man, one who was so kind
During the War when he left to serve
Fought for his country, he had a lot of nerve
Saved man a soldier, thanks to him many came home
It was down to Doc Taylor, they were still able to roam
Came the great winter of thirty nine or so
Many were left stranded caught out in the snow
But Doc did not worry, he was still content
Fighting the elements, if people needed him, so off he went
Came the night of the great Blizzard, whole town buried alive
It would be a miracle if anyone survived
Every one was saved except one who was lost
Alone, out in the snow and the frost
Three weeks later the great thaw came about
People could move, get out and about
But down by the mill, under a blanket in the dirt
We found Doc,s frozen body , he looked so sad and hurt
Frozen to death, out helping others
Tears were shed by us all, brothers, sisters and mothers
This great man had given his life for ours
Trying to help in the end, taking medicine and flowers
To old Mrs McCarthy, having number fifteen
The bonniest baby you have ever seen
She called him Johnny, after the Doc
The man who helped raise us all, liked a shepherd with his flock.
It’s amazing that a person who endured slavery…
the worst part of mankind’s inhumanity and blindness
would grow up to teach the world about humanity…and kindness.
His name was William Key and he learned to read and write
around the same time he learned to talk.
As he grew his mother taught him how to heal animals
he was so good at it…people began to call him Doc.
When he was a free man Doc raised a horse named Jim
and just by watching Doc guessed that Jim was something special…
that he was smarter than the rest.
Using only kindness Doc spent years working with Jim day and night
and when they finished Jim could make change, do simple math
cite Bible verses as well as read and write.
Doc and Jim toured the country amazing people in the early 1900’s.
When asked how Jim could do all the things he learned to do…
Doc would smile proudly and answer…with a lot of kindness
and a little patience too.
It’s amazing when you think about it how a former slave
and a beautiful horse…were the unlikely duo who…
would show the world the importance…of being kind
to people…and animals too.
In fact when it came to kindness you might say Doc was on the cutting edge
which is why when he and Jim were done performing
he’d have everyone recite the Kindness Pledge.
I don’t think its a coincidence I came across this story now
because with all the animosity, all the hateful words and prejudice being hurled…
I think we all could use a lille more of Doc Key’s kindness in the world.
So I leave you with Doc’s kindness pledge…
The more we recite it the better chance it has of finding a place within our heart….
I know It may not change the world we live in overnight…
but it’s a pretty good place to start
Smelt rose
Then froze
I spy
Bee fly
Stings eye
I cry
Swells up
Don't rub
Ran quick
Kicked brick
Sore toes
And nose
Face swell
Unwell
In shock
Called doc
Did check
Round neck
Bad leg
And head
Will heal
No deal
Hear buzz
Still loves
24.12.20
His miser boss
Went out for a toss
When the MD knocked his door.
He plummeted down
To save his crown
When his senior asked for more.
His hair had grown
on his chest
On his back as well down south.
Where nested in peace
There hung two bees
His tongue got stuck in his mouth.
The doc came up
Once or twice
To run his regular tests.
His BP down,
His wife in town
He lost his killer jests.
He crossed himself
and prayed to God
His taste for wine was lost.
The honey bees
made merry cheer,
His company bore his cost.
Then one fine day
they stopped his pay,
No wife no son no home.
He saw a man
without a shawl,
All hurled and curled in snow.
With nothing to lose,
the bees long gone.
He poured his drink once more.
The only coat,
he gave in zest
To the man and settled his score.