Long Nurses Poems
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I came to your hospice
I came here to die
I came for my family
a final goodbye
I broke that one promise
I most wanted to keep
Alone on my mountain
no mourners to weep
The doctors and nurses
they prod and they poke
Their intentions most noble
my spirit on dope
In the night, strangers voices
call out my name
And act like they know me
new pawn in the game
If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled
I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still
At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide
Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
— for a wonderful ride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
NO BODY BUT JESUS
There are many first responders
Doctors, nurses, lawyers and rescue workers
Laymen, clergymen, Pastor’s, preachers and teachers
Oh
Oh
But none of them
Can save you!!!
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
God the Father has allowed
For Christ to take the place for your sins
Only He can redeem your heart and soul
No, nobody but Jesus
No, Oh, no one but Jesus
Can make you whole
You’ll be born again, (if you choose)
No body but Jesus, Jesus the Christ
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
5/7/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Wuhan took bullets for humanity to have a chance to fight on
They lay their bodies on landmines to stop the contagion
Their town was silenced and taken over by ghosts
Their freedom was taken away but hope was never lost
Under their face masks smiles and scowls were concealed
They were desperate for hugs but human contact sent a chill
Their eyes tried to beam defiance and hope to one another
As the only grip binding them was the faith of prayer
In the shadows of fear, togetherness shined bright
An invisible menace washed away as a fight fronted fright
Livelihoods and rivalry were set aside for the common good
The world sticking out for each other like an old neighborhood
At the front lines where they brave out the corona virus
Nurses carry an audacious face of the world’s selfless fighters
No matter how far apart, our shared humanity is what binds us
No matter how many have departed, our survival makes them victors
It’s always a man like me
In the mind of donors
Because of my punctured tyre.
My name has become a title
To many charity works
And organisations.
My face is an old cloth
In the eyes of many doctors
And nurses.
I am ever tipsy on the road,
Always looking drunk
Without sipping.
This is why I can’t meet
My future dreams—
Because I am still chasing
My yesterday’s dream.
I can hear in my mind
The voice of a beautiful woman
Calling me for a dance.
The children too are begging me
To teach them soccer,
While my friends are waiting
At the foot of Mt. Rwenzori.
If morning sun comes
With God’s blessing,
Then I pray I receive mine
Before anyone could,
So that my punctured tyre
Can be glued and pumped
Back to its once-hidden path.
I can’t focus very often.
It makes me sigh.
They would take me in if I act nice.
They would really take me in if I panicked and yelled.
Instead, I’ll be in my bedroom.
If they want me bad enough?
They will follow me to my house.
They will, maybe?
I am not willing like I used to be.
I’m just a little tired.
On day three.
You get tired after three days.
You don’t get bored, somehow.
Shapes just start seeming sharper.
You can’t hold shapes, but they are everywhere.
I’d draw a picture of the universe, but I don’t know how to hold a pencil anymore.
The nurses are following me again.
Hospitals never close.
I can’t focus very often.
I survive all the time.
The ghosts tell me to do it again.
I might as well.
Survive again.
I’m almost on day four.
I could go to the hospital any time.
They’d probably say I’m fine.
I could go to the hospital any time.
But instead, I survive again.
BELOVED CHILD JESUS
You’re gift from above, our savior,
Jesus Christ, we treasure your coming
You will forever keep you in our heart.
Waiting for your arrival gave us hope,
love and peace.
A sign of redemption, for us sinners.
Your beloved mother, felt your
presence, that you’re special,
you came from heaven, brought by
angels and gave birth to you
in the image and likeness of men.
Your blessed mother, nurses you and
wrapped you in a swag clothing and
place you in manger. She shed tears
of joy, for your existence and made
the animals and shepherd boys rejoices.
Three kings honor you,for a King was born, when you learned to walk, you left your mother and obey God’s call. No matter how old you are she cares for you, in her heart, you're always her first born child, to share all your pains and joys.
Copyright@aroque2018
Angels in Blue
Saints in Green
The hospital is a cold and sterile place.
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice.
It is meant to be a building…
set aside;
to let life win and death,
have no chance at all.
The emergency rooms:
are packed,
now…
all the time.
Coughing,
and gasping can be heard,
not just from the sick,
but by those that attend them…
closely.
Fearlessly nurses, doctors,
and all those involved with care;
move about.
Their dance,
one step ahead of the horseman,
two leaps ahead of tomorrows…
front page news.
What heroes,
shadows of hope…
Smiles offered to strangers,
that can not be comforted by friends,
or family(ies).
All are fearful of the spread,
and more...
the pain and the cost,
of simply being close enough…
to say “goodbye”.
the family left her with one credit card
Because it seemed unkind to not leave her with that
the card got passed around from resident to resident
stolen, restolen, restolen, restolen, restolen
No one ordered anything from it,
it was used however to flick fuzzies off of a quilt
to scratch a neck, as a straight edge to draw a line,
to scrape an itchy finger.
You must take it home, the nurses told the family.
This is an Alzheimer’s unit; one of them might figure out how to use it
none of them did, and the family left it with their mother
in case she regained her knowledge of credit cards
she never did
The uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room.
The doctor's silk tie that reflects the tubes of artificial lighting.
The endless vials of blood they draw from my baby's arm.
The area of her arm where the cancer chews hungrily beneath the skin leaving a trail of destruction.
The "PAST DUE" stamped on hospital bills.
Scrubs worn by nurses in the chemo department.
My lips after biting back sobs when her hair falls out in clumps.
My husband's hand when he releases mine for a minute because I'm squeezing too hard.
My eyes in the mirror after yet another sleepless night.
The world I live in is a crimson hell since my daughter was diagnosed with lymphoma.
Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved ones
Mothers, sister’s, daughters
Fathers, brothers, son's
What a lot of us can't imagine
What torment that must be
But they all gave their lives for us
To make our country free
In one hundred years
Two wars some endured
lost fathers in the 1st, sons in the last
This fighting is absurd
And still we send our menfolk
To fight the wars abroad
Please end this madness
I beg thee dear lord...
We think we're in recession
But do we really know
The hardships that our grandparents
Suffered against the foe
Bombed out of house and home
Nowhere else to go
Then all neighbours rallied round
To help they were not slow
Rationing came about
For food, for clothes, for fuel
From just scrag ends of meat
Made appetizing gruel
Women took over men’s jobs
In factories, farms and such
Blackouts, sirens, shelters
Hardship there was much
Army, air force and navy
Were not the only ones
But fire-fighters, nurses, doctors
Air raid wardens, everyone
They all played some part
In winning against the foe
Many lost their lives
A dreadful way to go
Some might say its better
To die instantly my friends
For many, many suffered
In agony till the end
We can’t possibly imagine
What it's like there at the front
Many months of fighting
With no end in sight
In trenches,
Your comrades all about you lying
Water logged and stinking,
Lying, crying, dying.
So please stand in silence
Remember, remember them
They fought for our freedom
Our women and our men