Long Gurney Poems
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6/26/17
On the very first night
The sun burned bright
Before the moon turned white
Whether or not it was willed or a given birth right
Not all would ever come to appreciate Earth and life
During times of the worst plight
Many believed in royalty and anything religious, involving some kind of church hype
While the truth got hidden among the dirt twice
Never found to this day even with search lights
A book found in the rain
Was stained
On each and every page
And it smelled of sage
Yet, suprisingly all of the text remained
Water molecules, went and came
Fell onto windowpanes
And through gutters, then into drains
Where it finally made contact with the oceans and waves
Several picture frames
Were re-arranged
Because OCD took center-stage
My vision blurry
As I woke up early
Somewhere around six thirty
I got my hands dirty
So I could get some turkey
While showing little if any mercy
During the journey
There was endless controversy
Leaving some on a gurney
There was another theory said
But it wasn't clearly read
To those that were nearly dead
In the waters, sediments got stirred up, some of which didn't settle
In our own ways, we all are gifted and special
Lost control of my temper and went rather psycho
Made a fair share of typos
Out in the jungle with vines
Forests with pines
And beside the ocean tides
What a peaceful day
Nothing gone about in an evil way
I've always wanted to see the fam, kids and people stay
While having an equal say
No giving in
Or worry about if something is a sin
All able to live and swim
Across either side of the prime meridian
While trying to coexist with any amphibians
Jumping and swimming in waters with pieces of obsidian
Before it all turns into oblivion
It takes ten legs squeaking in sneakers
And eight rubber wheels heavily humming
On the checkered sparkling linoleum floor
To move a boy with a tumor
From one hospital floor to the next
For emergency tests
One nurse one doctor a technician leading the way
Mom and dad
Trailing the speeding parade with teddy bears and balloons
And faces full of frowns surrounding a white crib
And a mobile I.V. tower
Thrashing like an octopus fished from water
Whisk
Kicking down the hallways
Onlookers flattened against the walls
Get out of the way
And as all this passes by
From the corner of my eye
I see a creature on a gurney
Unattended
Parked to the side
Fossil of old woman with her head resting
On a mop of white hair
Everywhere
Her skeleton face framed like a crazed witch
No longer Queen dancing in the ballrooms
Toasting friends writing checks signing up her volunteers
Here she is
Abandoned
Vacuuming the stale air through her purple pursed lips
Eyes locked on my boy
Make way
Make way.
2025, at the end of September
Such a time as this, I remember
His brain finally free from radiation
Oh, such a blessing – feel the elation!
As the tree’s leaves quietly floated down,
Breath of wind’s caress in red, gold and brown
Quietly dancing on the songs of twilight
Finding the star’s joy laughing on the night
End of September, rains pounding out a prayer
Echoed in a song of praise, gentle words so rare
Soothing thoughts whisper their story,
Melody of a life, who believes in God’s glory
Cancer is just another disease to fight
And God is with us, His love shining bright
When the choice of faith came to our aid
We knew the meaning of hope that won’t fade
The year has passed, and September must surely end
But not without the assurance that God is our friend
He wrote of His love in every note of our journey
As we traveled through chemo, radiation, life’s gurney
His still, small voice rose to reveal a devotion
In spite of cancer, His love is bigger than the ocean
September ends with a tender prayer of hope
Knowing that Jesus is always there to help us cope
Wisdom and praise, they go hand in hand
When you see one set of footprints in the sand
Heavenly angels can tell me how great is His love
I couldn’t believe them until He came down from above
At the end of September, my prayer remains the same
Please take away this fear that has cancer as its name
Leave off the worry, the fear and the dread
Let me only know the wonder of those leaves in red
Hear the still, small voice of His sweet grace
I know that He will help us through what we face
I treasure this feeling, this faith that keeps me sane
I will ever praise my Savior who quiets the darkest pain
As the end of September, 2026 rolls closer to me
I know you must see that faith has been the key
Free from the worry, free from the fear
Because He heals completely, I won’t shed a tear
Rising from the still, cool breath of this season
I know this man named Jesus is my soul’s true reason
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
I sent my verse into a flying hearse,
waved goodbye, with scented roses; forgot
her entirely; there was no doc or nurse
that could resurrect; she died a mugshot.
She was vile, beyond approach, not worthy.
Her cruel nuances and fingernail drag
across chalkboard, appalling; her gurney
rolled into the dusk; wearing a toe tag.
Hearse accompanied by buzzards, fat ones.
Hissing-lightning tires screeched on bleakest clouds.
Procession of words, joyful sunshine shuns.
Shovelfuls of primordial ooze, shrouds.
I sent my verse into a flying hearse,
waved goodbye, with scented roses; forgot
§ her entirely §
They rolled him into the ambulance,
feet drumming weakly on the steel gurney.
He was undoubtedly an impatient man.
Some claimed
that he had once (in a fit of pique),
thrown his cell-phone off a bridge.
Today an automated voice had said:
‘his call was very important’ --- but
sixteen were ahead of him;
after fifteen long minutes he lost the connection.
Then it was that he took a kitchen knife
and stabbed his noisy neighbor
who had bugged him all year.
Fearing incarceration
and having no reason not to,
he cut his own wrists.
It’s the little things that inflame;
the oft repeated annoyances.
After fifteen maddening scratches
a persistent itch can turn murderous
An end - reached
An end is in sight, it has finally been reached.
Throughout the journey, much was preached.
Back to the beginning, when stories where first told.
Many are far to exposing, are much to bold.
Telling stories of other souls, got some attention.
Telling stories of mine, as well, got some mention.
In the end, one comes to realize, the soul, the spirit
that came to the fore, opened a door, but nothing fit.
A long five years, delving into buried history
opened eyes to, once upon a time, that was the story.
All the stories believed, perceived, brought to light.
All the stories lived, insight did give, slipped out of sight.
Given wings once again, now to take a final flight.
All that lay before, exposed, wrong or right
will, more than likely, go down in silent flames
as one, wordlessly, comes to the end of the games.
It has been an interesting and rewarding journey.
Time to be laid to rest, creativity laid upon a gurney.
Carried off into that great and glorious ether
where all becomes as one, as you and I either
share in the common cause, or go our separate ways,
to make the best out of what are our remaining days.
B. J. “A” 2
March 27th 2015
Jump Start My Heart
The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency, code red means critical care needed
Emergency, emergency more time the monitors have pleaded
Through double hissed air lock doors the gurney comes to rest
Only if time gave a little bit more to save these eyes from death
Emergency, emergency critical DOA arrival for the morgue to receive
Emergency, emergency donor card active what organs can we retrieve
Systematic checks and tests to match up with lists of lives who bleed
Cross referenced and graphed a positive match for a heart in need
Emergency, emergency redirect the gurney into operation room 9
Emergency, emergency start to finish we only have a few hours time
The DOA lays bared, incisions everywhere, the largest in mid chest
The helicopter awaits, a panic state, flying a cooler way out west
Emergency, emergency clinging to life left with little chance
Emergency, emergency the EKG is flat as death gets a transplant
Life anew stitched in, arteries in stints, preparing to revive a heart
All plugged in, wired skin, electrical pulses give life a jump start
Emergency, emergency failed revival on the first three tries
Emergency, emergency on the fourth life beats to opening eyes
Written for contest: "Wake Up My Heart" 11/04/17
WON 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS
She said she would be gone a little while.
Hours later white-coated figures
wheeled her gurney in. She did not come out.
Though I imagine her coming out
being pushed in a wheelchair
flowers in her lap smiling weakly,
as I held a car door upon.
She travelled further than a little while,
the grocery store raced down a long road,
she chased it for miles and miles
then what with the headlong hours
tumbling over berms and ditches
like flung away road kills
I had to at last consider the term ‘a while,’
and what it meant to her.
Did she ever feel that the ER staff
had been on high alert since she was born,
or perceive the gravity of ‘a while’
as she sat laughing each morning
with her friends in the coffee shop,
or when her last lover quit
being her lasting love?
She’s gone now of course,
but for me that ‘awhile’ seems to grow less
every year I keep on living,
holding her face inside my eyes
like a child yet to be delivered.
Late at night
They were all alone
Getting in their car
Ready to go home
One rifle, two cries
One dead, one hospitalized
Little girl on a gurney, trembling knees
Prays to God, begging please
"I love my mom don't take her, no!"
"If you take her, with her please let me go."
Angel girl lost her wings
Through her troubled years
Beautiful kid, lost her soul
Where did that sweet little girl go?
Boys and drugs corrupted her heart
What was bright and innocent, now turned dark
Many attempts in her short time
Still wishing that shot had took her life
Drunk and unsteady
Angel girl was all alone
She got in her car
Heading for "home"
Faster and faster
High from any dreams
When she crashed, late that night
No one heard her screams
Welcoming arms embraced her
She finally made it back to her home
God gave back the wings to his little girl
The one he's loved and always known