Long Nhs Poems
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Dedicated to those who have done their bit.
Keeping our country fighting fit.
Through all the turmoil of the situation.
Standing tall with sheer dedication.
Nhs workers doing long hours.
Deserve more than a bunch of flowers.
Doctors and Nurses not getting a break.
This is ludicrous for goodness sake.
People in care homes looking after our olds.
Keeping all the patients safe now be told.
Wearing gloves and face masks all day long.
Trying to keep everybody strong.
Then theres police, fire service and ambulance people too.
Doing their jobs and protecting me and you.
Food stores keeping food on our plate.
Without whom we'd be in a real state.
Community groups have also stood out.
Get shopping , medication when you shout.
People are cooking and delivering food.
To those in isolation wishing they could.
The next time you see someone doing their work.
Just think COVID 19 is really berserk.
So whether its work or doing a good deed.
Everyone please do take heed.
Please stay in don't let this virus mutate.
Stay safe please don't tempt fate.
Its hard enough the things that they do.
Without another casualty like you and you.
So to all those mentioned from our town.
Here's a little gift sorry no gown.
Moisturiser treats and some lip balm.
Thank you from the people of Calne.
I count my strides
Since I know how to ride
The idea is to figure out a problem
And if I do it with grace, I can honestly say I got em.
With every fence I take
I really hope I can make
Since a rail goes down
Everybody in the arena will have a frown
But when I do it clear
What do I hear?
But the clapping cheers
Of those enjoying being here
It is the Grand Prix with fences so high
That my horse and I
Will hang on tight giving it a nice try
After everyone goes
It is off to the jump off to see who is best in show
Where the spectacle turns into a race
If all the fences stay in their place
So, after the class presents a winner
We go enjoy dinner
Reflecting on what was done
And knowing it was quite fun
Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
Went to St Richards early today
Had an appointment so that was okay
The problem is this; I went in with a hernia
But when I came out... I had hyperthermia
Whilst no radiator did radiate heat
And I was laid out like a chilled cut of meat
The staff got abuse from a quite irate geyser
‘I'm going to Iceland to sit in the freezer’
They prodded and scanned me right down to my toes
And broke off the icicle hung from my nose
They asked if I'd registered my next of kin
I said, ‘That's her there with the goosebumpy skin’
When they lifted my gown and asked me to cough
They snapped what they thought was an icicle off
The chill numbed the pain as they whipped off my wheener
So I went in as Terry and came out as Tina
Building bricks
Brick by brick we build our nation
And stone by stone we build a generation.
The children are the future, the old our voting class;
The young have given up voting because politicians have no class.
Building new laws and building new houses;
Nothing this government does smells of roses.
Leaving the EU seems like it will come back to haunt us.
Rosie is in the hospital, the NHS is seeing closes.
Sack them all because they choose money over patients;
Every generation loses faith but nothing ever changes.
So they plant a tree as they knock down a forest;
Stop with your lies, just give it a rest.
Let the people vote and then try to take the decision back.
Politics, dirty tricks; power of conviction you lack.
Money rules the world and money changes hands;
Ideology and philosophy, but still you have no master plan.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
That man mountain of love
My dad
Hands calloused
Tattoo's faded with time
a joy to be with
There to wipe away my tears
to make things better
My mothers right hand man
an empty wallet
but a heart that was full of love
i see him sat upon a kitchen chair
plastic framed glasses courtesy of the NHS
overalls covered in oil and mud
watching over me
time as passed
and so as he
but i still remember them days
time as slowly ticked away
the days the months the years
its now me whos sat upon that chair
with an empty wallet
looking at the world through
NHS prescription glasses.
I look to the day when they species is endangered,
When Cerebral Palsy as a condition is almost extinct,
When there’s other disabled people to interact with,
When our existence is teetering and on the brink.
I know researchers and scientists will cure the condition,
In two hundred years time or so by thought and deed,
By ingenuity they'll cure the brain damaged neurones,
When let us move and control our output and feed.
I hope my descendants will be far better off for me,
No matter where they come in the timescale of drugs,
In the timescale of effective surgery or treatment,
To reconnect the cerebellum and neurones, the thugs.
If you ask a believer for their confidence and hope,
They'll say god, faith, healing prayers or reverence,
But I say believe in doctors and the health service,
Trust in nurses to gain your wellbeing convergence.
Demanding schedule,
Shadows lengthen in the quiet hours.
Everyone pushing pens, crumpled papers in bins,
Mistakes made, restarts with no end.
Demands unmet, demands that are too much,
Yet the heart still whispers dreams of peace.
Desperately seeking solace in the stillness of the night,
Navigating nightmares in Teams meetings,
Seeking calm amidst the digital storm.
And wondering what the hell people actually do in the NHS,
Searching for meaning in the chaos.
Hierarchical structures and sardonic grins,
NHS rules and no parking spaces for nurses.
Dementedly, they denounce our demands,
Yet we persist in the face of adversity.
High in their echelons, blind to the ground,
They allocate funds while we bear the weight,
Unseen is the strain, the scarcity profound,
And we stand resilient, meeting needs without debate.
Yet still we stand, unyielding in the fray,
For our patients, for each other, come what may.
In unity, we rise, facing the storm,
Finding strength, resilience, a new norm.
Channeling Nightingale’s lamp, though snuffed out,
And Seacole’s courage, steadfast in the fray,
We rise as they did, with resilience and clout,
Guardians of care, in a new dawn’s ray.
Though we stand as healers in halls of power,
Our voices, at times, are but whispers in the tower.
Yet in unity, we rise, unbroken,
Ensuring every story, every truth, is spoken.
Through every trial, we stand unbroken,
With the spirit of healers past, our legacy spoken.
In unity, we forge a brighter way,
Champions of tomorrow, in the light of a new day.”