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:
operating room, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
you are not the body.
he is the operative of the subjective you.
you are the subjective of this body you.
see the way this internal monologue works.
flow of thought.
inner voice.
the cerebral narrator.
interaction with the human organism.
interprets the world using the senses.
commands its organic mechanism.
sadness, apathy or joy is your choice.
prove, approve, disapprove.
you are what you think of the body.
(tomorrow in that operating room, in 2104,
the transplanted brain will explain more.)
Categories:
operating room, fantasy, future,
Form: Free verse
These blatant lives poets lead
with their guts hanging out,
gore hid between beautiful words.
I remember (after the failed surgery),
when guts spilled out of my actual body;
that unwinding of blank verse uncoiling
in a slow slime of sincerity.
The hectic rush to the operating room again,
the gurney screeching on polished floors,
guts still leaking from under a latex glove.
A poem revealing itself,
speaking beautifully at last.
Categories:
operating room, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the middle of the new surgeon's lunch
OR experienced a patient crunch --
Doc set aside his meal
Growled, What a lousy deal --
Removed a liver from which he could munch
Categories:
operating room, body, food,
Form: Limerick
Operating room. From under the table- "Meow!"
The surgeon kicked the cat- with a gently stroke.
The cat start begging much more loud.
The surgeon said- "Well. Take it. Choke!"
He cut off something and threw it on the ground,
The cat gobbled it and pleased, at once went out.
Categories:
operating room, cat, funny,
Form: Verse
I spent almost month in a hospital room
This ever worst sick was so much and doom.
Chilling so bad in a mild quiet night,
Freezing to death like I was losing my sight.
Lying on a white bed and feeling this pain.
Too excruciating and made me insane.
Medical tests were examined crucially,
Days were softly killing me physically.
Delivered my body in the operating room,
Wanted to extend this life and make it well bloom.
Hours of terror tortured me so ruthless
Felt heavy stitches which made me so breathless.
Years passed and I’m all too well.
Survived this disease given from hell.
I’m a cancer survivor! Fighting for life!
Saving myself for loved ones in life.
Categories:
operating room, success, sympathy, time,
Form: Narrative
I'm a doctor who murdered a man in the OR.
I lost my medical license and I'm behind bars.
The bastard took a life with his gun.
The person who he killed was my son.
He fooled the jury into believing that he was innocent.
I was so angry and I made sure that Hell was where he was sent.
When he killed my son, I was blinded by rage and devastation.
When I had that animal in the OR, I botched the operation.
I ask myself if others would do what I did and I believe they would.
When I saw that heartless monster flatline, it felt so damn good!
I was convicted of first degree murder and now I'm on death row.
If you're wondering if I'm sorry for what I did, the answer is no.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
operating room, dark, death, father, murder,
Form: Rhyme
Dress gown
She wears her dress gown
and trying to sneak away
So the nurse won't see her
Texting her friend in the USA
She’s tells him on Thursday
She will no longer be here
Moving to papworth hospital
In cambridgeshire
She knows he loves her
And it makes her feel good
But she never tells him
Maybe one day she would
And though they never met
They are very close at heart
They live in different countries
Millions miles apart
from her bed thru the window
A seagull builds a nest
She smiles and falls asleep
Laying her weary head to rest
She makes fun about
The food that she gets
Then gets sad
When she thinks about her pets
How he wants to hug her
But don’t know if he ever will
Like in some sad movies
Where the dreams are never fill
And he’s so proud of her
She is his hero
And he will always love her
As long there is a tomorrow
She’s in the operating room
As Thursday comes along
Her green eyes asleep
In her dress gown
And he’s waiting patiently
To hear that she is alright
Praying that god will
Watch over her tonight
Categories:
operating room, devotion, faith, friendship, inspirational,
Form: Light Verse
If I was in an operating room
It would be fair to say
Somebody would tell me
Have faith in God and pray.
But why rely on an invisible friend
To help and save my life
When it’s a surgeon standing over me
Holding the ruddy knife?
Categories:
operating room, faith, life, satire,
Form: Verse
my out of body experience
has'nt happened yet
i'm still waiting for the moment
when my soul will leave this flesh
i don't want it in an operating room
where for a space my heart will stop beatin
i just want to go to a place
where life stops repeaten
i don't need an experience
of my soul goin to hell
Jesus is my savior
and i know this very well
but if God should need a prophet
someone His truth to tell
then take my soul to that place
and return it to it's shell
Categories:
operating room, adventure,
Form: Quatrain
"Each experience is locked within my heart
and I hold the key"...Constance La France
The doctor came from the operating room
Blood splattered scrubs, blood on glasses and said
"We've given her four pints of blood"_clouds loom
The doctor came from the operating room
A heavy mist covered my heart with gloom
Pondering gravity of red blood that bled
The doctor came from operating room
Blood splattered scrubs, blood on glasses, and said
Contest:Fragment Of Life
Sponsor: Constance La France
Penned by Sara Kendrick
This twenty-second day of
August, 2011
*Note _Click on about this poem
Categories:
operating room, daughter, health, introspection, life,
Form: Triolet
Doris went under the hand of the surgeon today
It was not a day for fun or time to play
In the operating room two and one-half hours
Then in recovery for another one hour and fourty-five minutes
She came through mighty fine the pain in her shoulder and arm gone
Now she is glad that she went on and had the surgery_ life will be much better
Since she has lived through it
I am one glad mother now that she feels better...
(She had a bulging disc and narrowing in the facet joint in two discs..The dr.
had to remove a good amount of bone and repair the bulging disc..)
Categories:
operating room, daughter, health
Form: Free verse
Thoroughly thoroughly wash wash hands with soap and water
Getting out all the equipment..like a hospital operating room
Cleaning hands by using alcohol..could I get drunk from this
Get out clean lancet looks like a short very short arrow
Place new lancet in lancer..thank you for the invention
Open test strip..man this little thing cost so much
Place in the meter..modern technology
Use alcohol again on chosen finger..is MRSA lurking there
Lance finger Oh! Ouch!
Force blood drop if it doesn't come instantly
Let blood go up into strip
Wait and see if ate properly yesterday
Wonder is the sugar surplus destroying
Eyes, nerves, blood vessels, arteries, life
Categories:
operating room, health
Form: I do not know?
The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair on her head needed to be shorn
Slowly into the emergency room she did enter
Just in time for her heart was tender
As she sat down in the chair
Her lungs no longer filling with air
Passed out onto the floor
Someone coming in through the door
Yelled code blue alert
Then the staff turned with a jerk
Everyone moved in hight speed motion
Some people wondered what's the commotion
Just like lighting to the operating room
Jane Doe was whizzed which was none too soon
After days of tender loving care
Still unidentified she slipped away from there
Meeting her husband beside the road
Speeding away in their car they drove
She was no bag lady
But America's elderly poor
Who needed heart surgery
But couldn't afford the cure
(This is copied righted on LuLu's Poetry.com as are most of my work, some of which is
supposed to be published in their anology series. Sara)
Categories:
operating room, allegory, death, education, family,
Form: Rhyme
Today I saw my life pass me by
I saw my first steps
My first kiss, he was much cuter when we where little kids
I saw my first day of Kindergarten, Junior and High school, I cant believe I used to
wear that
I saw me going on my first date
And then going to prom with him
Then breaking up because he wanted to just be friends,
And how I cried for days
Graduation soon came and how I missed my friends over the years
Then college where I meet my true love, after many misses
I Gaduated then was soon married the following December
We had twin girls then fell in love and adopted a little boy and soon came another
boy
I remember seeing them all take there first steps and seeing my two little girls go
to kindergarten
But that’s where my life ends,
Someone took one to many drinks,
“I was only buzzed though.” I heard him say as they walked him passed me,
while I and my youngest son lay under white sheets
I said good-bye to my girls and husband while they where in the operating room
My son Nathan cried when I told he couldn’t stay in Heaven with James, Jesus
and I
Three lives lost today two without a memory to remember
Categories:
operating room, death, family, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?
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