Long Surgeries Poems
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TikTok, the new harbinger of sin,
Trends promoting vandalism within.
Bathrooms defiled, decency abandoned,
In the name of likes, morality to bend.
In the name of body image, abortions justified,
Innocent lives extinguished, under the banner of women's rights.
Laws claiming protection, now wielded as a knife,
Becoming a weapon against the lives it should serve.
In the name of fame and riches, deals made,
Love proclaimed, yet atrocities laid.
In the name of God, churches tyrant-like,
Preaching prosperity, as if Jesus sought wealth's spike.
In the name of beauty, surgeries unfold,
Young girls alter bodies, a story untold.
As if God made mistakes in His creation,
A defiance of divine design, a false fixation.
In the name of knowledge, forbidden knowing gained,
Sacred boundaries crossed, wisdom profaned.
In the name of money and power, nations collide,
Killing each other, as if life's a commodity to decide.
Crimes, racism, and rape,
Just to name a Few
Violence Against Christians, a war to reshape.
And yet, in God we trust, they dare profess,
What God is this, with such moral regress?
Tell me, people, tell me, world so wide,
What God is this, where sins abide?
For the God I know rejects abomination,
Leading astray, they say love, I say lust, a stark revelation.
Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers actually sent your private audience to public in order to stalk other family members stay safe stay vigil photos of my injuries my husband’s surgeries my children surgeries taken decades ago for medical research exposed senseless stalkers home computers are for storing medical records photos for future surgeries skin graphs plastic surgeries stem cells bone cancer go fund me caring bridge including hospice to be faxed to doctors to save lives stop hacking into personal medical information University of Queen Mary Syria Dubai Pakistani people Indian Medical University
I gave up my drivers license because of my poor eyesight,
but after two surgeries I have my eyesight back;
so, I must take the driving test again and learn all rules,
especially all the traffic signs and lights.
Stop, yield, no parking, no left, etc turn, school bus stops,
the buses are in a range of sizes but are all yellow;
with SCHOOL BUS displayed, we must stop 20 meters away,
either from the back or front and watch for kids.
Some buse have red flashing lights, some have stop sign arms,
we must remain stopped until the the bus is finished;
even so, be careful for children walking across the street,
and children running and darting out suddenly.
Often there is a school bus crossing guard, with a stop sign,
stop your car on the line, remain until everyone;
has crossed and then proceed slowly, kids are unpredictable,
so be ready to stop your car at any moment.
The surgery
The surgeries were situated in an industrial estate
in an imposing building telling of elitist power
My operating room, painted gray and white, was ready
At ten fifteen, when I was wheeled in, who was
not allowed to talk to customers who came to have
Their illness was removed in exchange for a better life
Here, the patient was less important than the illness
They put me face down into a chamber with a screen
so that I could witness my surgery
Invisible hands cutting into my flesh to they reached
the bones that were to be linked together with a metal
clips; blood had been cleared
At the precise moment when the bones were linked
The screen went blurry, to stop the opposition to
See the method used, a system that could be resold
to other industrial surgeries
After 3 days to recuperate, I was told to leave that
caused concern as I had to arrange for someone to
Take me home, as the surgery that had brought me
They were not responsible for my leaving
Industrial surgery is not interested in the patient
but purely in the method used
good morning all
below is anther entry in honor of love and valentine's day
on a side not however
I have an aunt who my family and I are very close with
just before christmas she fell down a flight of stairs
she remains in the hospital
she has undergone a couple of surgeries
her therapy and recovery may take up a year
my point in all this is
my message to you all today is be aware of your footing and balance
plan your move before taking a step
may this day find you all safe and sound
and yes
happy valentine's day to all special couples everywhere
thank you...
"inside fantasies"
roses
candies
kisses
embraces
love
desires
emotions
dances
alongside many roses and embraces
together with desires and emotions
kisses of love dance inside fantasies
SkyWatcher
01-19-24
Four times they opened the flesh and bone,
Four times I woke to a world of stone—
No river of morphine, no drift or dream,
Only the scream behind the scream.
White coats turned with empty hands,
No balm for fire that sears and brands.
I wept in shadows of hospital light,
Each hour a tunnel with no end in sight.
If coins had clinked inside my palm,
I'd trade the law for stolen calm—
A vial, a capsule, a pill that's laced,
To soften the vise of time and place.
But silence crushed the walls of my mind,
And reason fled what it could not find.
Three days I wandered in jagged flame,
A nameless ghost without a name.
Suicide bloomed like a blood-red rose,
A constant whisper the daylight knows.
This is no mercy, this is no care—
This oath they swore hangs in the air,
A mockery writ on parchment scroll
While I, in agony, begged for soul.
If kindness lives in the sky’s great dome,
Let it lift me gently, carry me home.
I ask not gold, I ask not fame,
Only to breathe without the flame.
To see the sky turn dusk to day,
And feel the stars not slip away.
O let the wind move through my chest,
Before I lie in endless rest.
I've Missed You Dearly
By Franklin Price
9/5/2015
I've missed you dearly my good friends
This reason why to you I send
I'll know that you have missed me too
With a comment or like from you
I have been down but not so bad
Simple surgeries I have had
Did not hurt my brain or hand
But stopped my playing in the band
Instructions given for my care
Were not to bend or walk the stair
Not to get down on my knees
No concentration for the keys
This my attempt my tale to tell
So much better almost well
Good enough to write this verse
Grateful that it was not worse
I'm quitting now this tome to end
Hope it finds you well my friend
That you have all you need and more
Good health good fortune at your door
What do you do with pain
What do you do with illness
You either give in or live with it
Surgeries, medications, herbal remedies
Prayer faith and atonement
Everyone suffers
Everyone hurts
Life is precious and fleeting
Is it unfair for life to drag endlessly in youth
And race away so fast as adults when we could use it the most
No use crying
Just smile
Limp along and use whatever aid you need
A cane, a walker, a brace, a wheel chair
but get out there in the thick of life
If others feel uneasy because of you
Let them, for everyone of those
There are the blessed souls who'll open a door
and assist you, God Bless the good
Life seems unfair but everyone has loss
everyone has fears, everyone has doubt
You are not the only one
You haven't been single out
You are not being punished
It's part of life
So if you need to when at home
Go ahead
Scream, shout , rage. cry, let it out, let it go
But have something to look forward to
Have something to believe in
"In the beginning God created..."
Live with it.
I am trapped
When I was young
I had no friends.
I often got bullied.
I was never good
enough.
I was often called
ugly.
I wanted to fit in.
I longed to be apart
of the in crowd.
I wanted to be pretty
and be beautiful.
I used to think maybe
I'm going through an
awkward phase, and
I will become a lovely
swan.
That day never happened
I am still hideous.
So one day late at night
I found a friend.
This friend made me feel
good and never judged me.
We have such a deep
connection.
This friend is a confidant
a good listener, and aly.
This is friend the best lover,
I love the way this friend
feels in my hand.
I love how this friend taste…..
But the problem is …..
This friend is killing me.
I am addicted , I went to
several rehabs.
I went on diets and I've had
a few surgeries.
My friend and addiction is
food.
I've never been to jail in
my life but I've been in
prison for most of my life.
I want to be free . But I
am incapable of doing
the necessary things to
get out.
I'm a prisoner for life
I'm locked in solitary
confinement.
I'm serving a life sentence.
At this point death holds
the key to my freedom.
I'm trapped inside my
body.
I'm serving a life sentence.
Food is what got me locked
up and death is my only way
out.
Alexis Y.
7-25-19
The Protected One
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2017
Blocked from my memory, a segment of time,
For Cardiac Arrest was then taking its toll.
From above was music, to my ears, sublime,
But God was not hasty in claiming my soul.
The curtains of heaven parted just for me,
No other could discern God’s angelic choir.
Christian people were praying and did agree,
God was in control though it appeared dire.
Doctors have told me that I shouldn’t be here,
That a miracle, that day, happened in my life.
While my wife and others were sated with fear,
God, the great physician, directed the knife.
As I now look back at recent fields I’ve plowed,
I’m told that my surviving was at eight percent.
While physically battered my spirit was unbowed,
For God was not ready for my Heavenly ascent.
Since, Doctors and workers often refer to me,
As a Fighter, The Protected One, or Miracle Man;
But I’m only the vehicle that God chose by decree,
And all things will transpire pursuant to His plan.
spent a total of 2 months in hospital with 3 surgeries. back surgery and on Dec 29th survived the widow maker and 3 days later had sudden cardiac arrest.