Long Medicare Poems
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Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
How My Cat Got To Vote
@FICTION WITH A MESSAGE@
I dressed up my cat, making her look, lovely and fat.
A long, blond, sexy wig and a big furry, leopard hat.
On a huge pillow in an expensive, wheel chair,she sat.
We went to where questions were not asked so we both
Clandestinely,went, with no integrity to vote!
That bright day, where there would be no Faux Pas.
I didn't care if we were breaking American voting law!
Come now, I loathe police, law and order! Peeuuw!
Grow up, let's fool them,all the country, let it fall and
Open all those once, life saving borders!
Let us never work, get SSI checks, we Medicare Marauders!
I just rolled Kitty in, no were questions asked!
I had my dead Mom's ID, if a question came to task.
Easy as can be ~to cheat on voting in the land of the free.
Blaming all in the USA who had any money,more than me!
Whoopee, I jumped with boundless, inner cheer,
How very proud~worldwide anarchists are here.
I gave Kitty fresh salmon, that very special night.
I was so proud of breaking voting rules, that very night.
V is for victory! Or, so I heard it said.
"Honesty and integrity are nothing” I proclaimed!
But something so terribly American in me, had me blush,beet red!
I lost my soul and integrity, for less liberty??
And I sold out to Communist mush,how they love me!
CELEBRATE A LOVING THANKSGIVING
HUGS
PANGIE
11/26/2024
Potential cause célèbre dermatological solution
to stem palmar hyperhidrosis,
which medical break thru a last ditch effort
if Glycopyrrolate ineffective
to stave off sweaty hands.
Venerable Doctor Harold Milstein
an acclaimed dermatologist
possesses over 45 years
experience with Dermatologic Care,
Cosmetic Dermatology, and
Mohs Surgery than other specialists in his area.
Since adolescence (mine)
yours truly disabled
by aforementioned physiological symptoms,
just recently sought treatment
concerning above identified malady
with same specialist
who removed prominent benign moles
(mostly peppered shoulders to lower back,
whereby spouse used
colored indelible marker
to play connect the dots).
Initially yours truly underwent
regarding mole removal,
(albeit surgical excision)
herewith another free plug
courtesy Marlene J. Mash Associates
545 West Germantown Pike #100,
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania 19462
approximately two dozens
earth orbitz round the sun ago.
State of the art biomedical, gastrointestinal
pharmacological, et cetera treatments
to allow, enable, and provide
relief from significant health issues
that plagued one mortal man
who feels grateful (before being dead)
Medicare picks up tab
what would otherwise be exorbitant costs
if yours truly (me)
lacked health insurance.
After very recent passing of dear ole dad
he provided more than basic needs,
when this here reasonably rhyming
gadabout goodfella just a lad
though yes..., when I happened
to slough off responsibility,
he (and mama, she be gone
to netherlands for ages)
father quick to exhibit anger mad
as a raging bull,
but in all respects
our well being (his dependents in general,
plus Georgie the
mixed breed Boxer/Dalmation
and Twinkles the cat
gave top notch priority
to kit and caboodle.
This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flower
Thank you I want to give you a poem in return
Soaked in pleasant smell of the showers
I like your eyes going through these words from green fern
Thank you I want to give you a poem in return
As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement
I like your eyes going through these words from green fern
As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment
As you sing in the fifth avenue pavement
Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair
As the passer-by drops a dollar swayed by the moment
You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare
Raindrops dripping from your soft brown hair
Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home
You smile and feel you can now pay for the Medicare
I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem
Your old mom is in her sickbed at your home
Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns
I have mentioned her in a stanza of my poem
Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms
Look the sky is clearing up and the blue returns
Soaked in pleasant smell of the showers
Let us pray she gets well and you are in my arms
This rainy morning you gave me a feel of your flower
______________________________________________________
25/07/2017
Hilary and Obama, woe-begotten
'Centrists' like them long forgotten
Sanders' philosophy - Big Tent
Bernie's, ahem, almost incontinent
Biden's supporting increased Medicare
He'll smell grandma's and grandpa's gray hair
O'Rourke's no 'Beta;' he's a Francis
Around questions, he does artful dances
Ocasio-Cortez so wanted to run
But paper ballots use too much carbon
Wayne Messam's the Mayor of Miramar
He's qualified for Vice-President of Miyanmar
Newark's ex-Mayor, the strident Kory Booker
His pledge: In the Oval Office, no hookers
And lest we forget, there's Senator Liz Warren
Claims to be 1/64th Indian, the moron
Just can't wait for that first Democrat debate
Twenty candidates -- every last one of them GREAT
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
They did the same thing to my mother, Eleanor May Dubarry, no provider including Medicare wanted to pay her final medical expenses,
including transportation to and from the Everett's Providence Hospital.
It seems they really wanted either her or me to pay them instead.
But they never did admit to it. After she died, my middle brother Dale, made copies of her death certificate and I mailed them to all the involved parties. Because I did not have Power of Attorney, they really could not hold me accountable. Cathy Mutschuler, DSHS kept telling us, my mom did not have to pay!
There have been other instances. An elders couple in Ferndale, Washington, could not afford to pay for their prescriptions. They had their own final solution. They decided, not Almighty God, when they had the right to die. I am sure many tears were cried and many hearts were broken in to. How many times tragic scenarios like this happen? Even the news media probably does not even know.
What is a woman to do when her medical provider, United Health care does not honor her claim? Her other provider also will not pay her medical bills. She has been to see Governor Jay Inslee and our federal representatives. They promised her they would help, but no affirmative action was taken. And now she is being hounded by bill collectors demanding payment.
Both of us are believers in Jesus Christ. I told her to contact problem solvers, but to pray about it first. Yes, I am a Democrat, who is also a Christian! I am a supporter of our Governor and Federal Representative and Senator. I honestly believe they intended to help her. But failed to do so. This is why the title of this narrative poem is entitled the Medical provider runaround. And yes I am on United Health Care and they have good go me. Delloney will help me apply for Medicare before I turn 65 October 4th of this year.
Share your own stories in your own words and in your own ways. And always remember to pray! I pray to Jesus Christ. And this poem is my prayer for help and guidance.
Love as always,
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
August 27, 2019
People always think one man can burn the whole world down by himself.
They see a president pacing around the Oval Office like some drunken landlord with the keys to every apartment in the building, ready to shut off the heat or smash the pipes just because he’s in a mood.
But that isn’t how this broken-down machine of a country works.
Not even close.
The truth is uglier and funnier than the fear:
this place is so tangled with rules, courts, committees, subcommittees, and men in cheap suits who love procedure more than people, that no one—saint or tyrant—gets to steer the whole thing.
You can try.
Sure.
You can grab the wheel, kick the dashboard, scream until the veins in your neck look like busted guitar strings.
But the car keeps drifting the way the engineers designed it two hundred fifty years ago.
People worry the president will torch Social Security, Medicare, the scraps of dignity we cling to.
But those old programs are built like concrete bunkers—too many locks, too many laws, too many ghosts of past congresses still rattling around in them.
He can swing a hammer, maybe loosen a few bricks, but the whole wall won’t fall.
Not in a few months.
Not with half the country watching, lawyers circling like buzzards, and judges ready to slap his hand like a mother tired of her kid poking the electrical socket.
What he can do—what any of them can do—is make noise.
Kick up dust.
Scare the hell out of people.
Write some order on fancy paper and wave it around for the cameras, knowing the next guy will tear it up like junk mail.
That’s the trick: the damage that feels permanent is usually temporary, and the damage that’s permanent usually took decades to build, long before anyone noticed.
So yeah, a president can throw a fit on his way out the door.
He can shove over chairs and slam the drawers.
But the house stays standing.
The plumbing still runs.
The old programs limp on like grizzled veterans who’ve seen worse than one man with a grudge.
If this country falls, it won’t be because of one president—it’ll be because the whole damn circus finally collapsed under the weight of its own noise.
Until then, the machine grinds on.
Things That Offend
Miracle Man
3/5 2025
At eight o’clock sharp our telephone starts ringing,
Medicare telemarketers can drive us nuts.
Seven calls daily keeps both of our hands wringing,
seeking information from some elderly klutz.
Then charitable letters from some we’ve aided,
are reaching out to us concerning our estate.
This causes some feelings of being degraded,
we’re only a name and number whose time grows late.
But these annoyances are just another life test,
that keeps both eyes and our thoughts focused on the cross.
It reminds us daily we’re here to do our best,
without letting these things become our albatross.
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~