I had the neurosurgeon do a little utility work in my head.
The electricity in there had somewhat gone dead.
And the duct that dripped a driblet of water on my brain ~
she was able to fixed with great industry and pain.
But as to how that foul gas smell got there ~
she was at odds to explain.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, humor, nonsense, self, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Myelopathy
Miracle Man
9/23/2023
I didn’t know what Myelopathy was until,
a Neurosurgeon told me that I had it and I got his bill.
Now hands are numb with balance problems and joint pain,
six months in a neck brace and rehab drove me near insane.
Now the quality of my life is mostly from a walker,
and I’ll readily admit, I’ve become somewhat a squawker.
Barely one year past extensive surgery on my neck,
I’m often caught thinking, I’m 84, what the heck.
I’m told the screws installed have now become loose,
and what I think I hear is just another lame excuse.
I’m told that without a redo it will get progressive worse,
the hard choice I’ve made, to some, seems to be adverse.
But I’ll be here until God decides on calling me away,
now, I only seek His peace to get me through each day.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, god, health, life,
Form: Couplet
Emotion has no place in the operating room, emotion cost lives.
Every time emotion comes into play, patients needlessly die.
In the operating room I am an emotionless machine.
I have a success rate that no neurosurgeon has ever seen,
and when I return home, I continue to be,
this total void of emotion human being.
I am a functioning psychopath,
pushed by my environment towards a direction of a positive path.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
“All That Is”
All that is,
is found within
Revolutionary becomes
evolutionary
Compassion sets in
There is here,
residing here within
Infinitely
Infinite
All that is,
is found within
It doesn’t end
The Story Non-linear
Begins
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Common Tones in Simple Time" / John Adams
https://youtu.be/hH2yfw-UkI0
https://youtu.be/KfaDOmT82gk
Neurosurgeon
https://youtu.be/Mu3YZknoVkM
Child
https://youtu.be/87ocLxBVA8s
Child/Adult (Pt1)
https://youtu.be/mW0Ko8QE0ZA
(Pt2)
https://youtu.be/YSa3El8VFOo
female
https://youtu.be/1FD5lReqe64
male
https://youtu.be/-IuJKabyx_g
athiest
https://youtu.be/M19g4KtVAGQ
https://youtu.be/FgqAYtXfP9c
Academic
Categories:
neurosurgeon, death, i am, life,
Form: Free verse
I smile and shake your hand, dear Sir
It’s just a part of my profession’s code
I’d rather pound you down, you worthless cur
Even the kindest of us could explode
“Suspected Non-Accidental Trauma”
So says the overcautious rhetoric
Traumatized terror of baby’s mama
Plastic smile hides a wide-eyed lunatic
I will take amazing care of her child,
Father protector flaming in full force
But don't mistake my demeanor for mild,
Recognize the obligatory farce
The neurosurgeon will save her son’s brain
If only your hard heart could hear his pain
4/7/16
For contest: It Shouldn’t Hurt to Be a Child
Sponsor: Becca Tegan
Categories:
neurosurgeon, abuse, anger, caregiving, child,
Form: Sonnet
There are “functional psychopaths” among us,
different from their murderous counterparts
who use their detached, unflinching and charismatic personalities
to succeed in mainstream society,
and in some fields of work most shockingly
the more psychopathic individuals are more likely to succeed.
We all possess psychopathic tendencies.
It's a scale along which we all sit within varying degrees.
The brilliant neurosurgeon who lacks empathy
has more in common with a Ted Bundy than we'd like to believe,
and that mugger in the parking lot lit very dimly
may well in fact have the same nerveless poise as a titan of industry.
Society as a whole is more psychopathic than it could ever be.
Fearless, confident, charming, ruthless, and focused are all qualities
that are tailor-made for success in the twenty-first century,
and all of the above mentioned qualities
are very dominant in every psychopath's personality.
It is our much maligned dark side that often reveals
the trump cards of success functional psychopaths conceal.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, people,
Form: Rhyme
Reality coming true is my dream
As one day I hope to achieve big
Courage eager makes me work like steam
Once I lose a chance I will sit like a pig
I hope to be a neurosurgeon
So that I help a lot of needy people
As I never want to others dreams fall in a dungeon
Since I don’t want problems to stick on them like a pimple
My dream to travel over seas
To see how other people live
I will never want it to be crushed like peas
Since I always work hard so that I will jive
I always dream no fighting war
As we lose a lot of innocent women and men
We will result into family of the lost to fall
As they have no where to write with a pen
I dream a world of no hunger
As most children are suffering a lot
We result into the locals anger
The anger grows until it red hot
Categories:
neurosurgeon, imagination, work, dream, dream,
Form: Prose Poetry
When her vision began to blur
She thought a trip to the Optometrist was the cure
But upon her visit she got bad news
It was a tumor that was blurring her views
She would need a neurosurgeon
To correct this situation
Her surgery was scheduled in two weeks
She hoped the outcome wouldn't be bleak
Family and friends gathered by her bedside
Prayers and tears were supplied
Everyone seemed calm, though they were in shock
Suddenly.... she was awoken by her alarm clock!......
Categories:
neurosurgeon, health,
Form: Rhyme
Pain
gloomy
in their eyes
i saw and felt.
Bed one, two and more
men, women in white gowns
coming to and fro, caring.
In bed seven i saw, Daisy
gorgeous and alive, you can't expect
she'd be here needing a neurosurgeon.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, health, hope, life,
Form: Etheree
The weatherman predicts some snow;
He calls for about three inches.
Must be great playing god, to know
How much will fall, but that’s show biz.
I know one thing: if I were wrong
As often as the weathermen
I wouldn’t have my job that long.
They screw-up time and time again
And still manage to keep working.
Imagine a neurosurgeon
Working on your head one morning
As inept as the weathermen.
Perish the thought! Some comfort though
If they call for it, it won’t snow.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, satiretime,
Form: Rhyme
The change is slowly coming
like murder in the back alley.
It won't be neat or sweet, but
messy, and the moon will reflect in the cardinal pools.
The hand of a stranger wrenching the deepest secrets
from any subdural cavity, flinging the remnants about.
Akin to a drunken neurosurgeon who has a penchant
for psychotic episodes.
The effluvium of dormant limbic activity
reaches the nostrils by way of a ghost's lingering, indecipherable
love melody.
A soulless beggar or a stray dog on my porch
gives reinforcement to the crumbling foundation
that rests before the golden cross.
Cherubs need more grease for the gears that
the bedraggled nobleman has primed for the faustian machine.
Shall the slaughterhouses reopen?
Maybe the banquet should be served on the convex table
complete with
sandwiches made of dust and weeds.
The change brings dirt devils and the clanging
of wind chimes that belt out Beethoven's 9th
with all the glory of any bacchanalia
ever dreamed up by the whims
of peripheral thoughts.
Categories:
neurosurgeon, allegorychange,
Form: Free verse