Paramedics Poems | Examples

September 11th

9/11

America is a place we would all love to go,
But on September 11th is was bombed by people we didn't know.
It may have been an ordinary Tuesday
People walking here and there
But on that dreadful day
People's lives were blown away.
Firemen, police and paramedics lost their lives
Just trying to do their job to survive.
People didn't know if their loved ones
We're alive or dead
Is this how the world should be?
Is this how the world will end?
People were still searching for survivors 
Searching the whole town through
But many of us already know
Survivors were just a few.
The few who survived the bombing
The few who can tell the trauma to the end.
The dead were close family
Family as well as friends.
So let's put our hands together
And together we will pray
That nothing like this
Will never happen again.
So let us bless those who lost their lives
And give peace to those who survived.

The Father of My Thoughts Did Not Recognize Me

When I was born,
there was no one to hold my mind.
Only a faded sky and a mother
trembling above a forgotten prayer.
My thought was born fatherless.
And I raised it alone,
with hands dirty from paramedics and alphabet.
I wrote before I spoke.
I spoke before I was heard.
And still I search
in all the words I never dared to write.

Belly-breathing

     Too tense?  Stressed out?  24/7 Pressure?
        There’s a remedy, for absolute sure
     If with anger or angst you constantly seethe
        What you’ve got to do is belly-breathe

    That’s right, don’t breathe through your mouth or nose
        Let your belly rise and fall, wiggle your toes
    Yor tension will abate, stress disappear
        Pressure?  What pressure?  Away with fear!

    You may think I’m just another weirdo, wacko poet
       But belly-breathing even saves lives ~ paramedics know it

Manifesto

On May 11th, Hawaii did declare,
The pandemic's end, no longer a scare.
Federal word, the last state to know,
Preparing for changes in the vaccine flow.

Medicaid shifts, seniors in plight,
September 24th, the end in sight.
In early June, insurers did call,
Reassessing coverages, answers to stall.

July brought news, uncertain and grim,
Doctors from Honolulu, prospects dim.
August 13th, a reevaluation came,
Insurance updates, changes to name.

September 4th, last talks in the air,
Doctors and insurers, a tangled affair.
Neighbors noticed a front lanai void,
Paramedics broke in, stained glass destroyed.

September 30th, Hilo Hospital's care,
Unconscious, admitted, a fate to bear.
Rehabilitating now, seeking what's just,
Attorney in tow, a lawsuit a must.

In court, on the prosecutor's side,
Facing defenses, where Luigi will bide.
From issue to hope, a journey so grand,
Manus, Festus, Infestus – a fight at hand.

Unsung Heroes

Dear Paramedics….  With this poem I admire and honour you
For the occupation you have chosen
Doing a job that so many of us just couldn’t do

You are first on the scene
Dealing with behaviours, emotions ,wounds
Raw human reality of the ultimate extreme

Absolute panic ,violence, sadness, trauma 
Complete devastation of the worse kind
Horrific situations and sights etched eternally in the mind

The job has many rewards l assume
Ones of gratitude,positive outcomes, births
Kindness and great appreciation for the Paramedics worth

Then there are the driving skills required
That alone a dangerous mammoth task
Getting to the scene quickly and safely…. not an easy ask

I have never required an ambulance
Nor had any involvement with one
Yet , l value the Paramedics role above and beyond

Accolades and recognition are more deserving
For the unbelievably important position you hold
What you do in our world is worth its weight in gold

I just want you to know how valued you are
Acknowledging and praising the great job you do
So from the bottom of my heart l say a massive “Thankyou”!!

A Family of Strength

                     For My Mother and My Dayghter
                              9/23/2023



I whispered, “ Mom, I’ll take you home.!
No nursing home halls will you walk, all alone.
Your bedroom, at my house is bright and all ready.
And to care for you, Mom, my hand is steady!”

Elena, my daughter, an Angel in disguise.
Played an equal part, young, but very wise!

I recall the fear when Mom’s heart stopped!
I jumped on her bed, began CPR non- stop!

Elena, at the same time ,called the paramedics .
I kept working on Mom, I felt I needed a strong anesthetic.

They shared, it was me, not they, who saved her life…
“Most people usually stand there and don’t do thing!”

So if you do not know CPR, please take a course.
One need not be old for their heart to suddenly stop.

Instead of writing poetry or prose all day?
Learn CPR, don’t let a friend or relative pass away.

My Mom lived for eight more great and full years~
For that! I am  most grateful, yet I miss her still. With tears.



      
Dedicated to my Daughter, Elena, and  to my late Mother.
We always watched out for, and cared deeply for each other!

Crystal Brook Heroes

Our shifts are duly spent 
Of police duty known and meant 
And inquiries followed through
In the daily things we do

One day this can turn dangerous 
When this duty becomes onerous 
And an offender attacks unclean
With a sharp weapon stabbing mean

For Ian Todd and Jordan Allely were stabbed
At Crystal Brook by Sean Ferris so bad
And Ferris was shot down in the attack
With these officers surviving as a fact

But this was not the end of the fight
For Ian and Jordan it was not light
With a neighbour on the spot
Stemmed the blood flowing a lot

The other police ands paramedics were there
Saving both officers for operations later with care
We were all thankful for both being saved
Hoping and praying for their lives so brave

Hail to both of our brothers we say
Speedy recovery for them from the wounds that day
Our appreciation to all the emergency services helping them
And the neighbour a thank-you we send.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Bob It

It wasn’t the sex
That wasn’t important
Well it was
It was him
I gave him my time
He gave me five minutes
Christ, he came quicker than the 9.05 express
Actually, the 9.05 has been cancelled due to a Viagra malfunction
He said he got excited
He’s forty-two
It’s a breast thing, he said
What, the two of them
Well, actually it’s you being naked
Should I keep my clothes on
Could we do it in the dark, he said
Yes, just bloody do it
I was excitingly waiting
Nothing
Maybe he’s a Ninja lover
I heard him chewing
What the hell are you doing
I’m coming
For Christsakes, not again
No, I’m ready for you
Well get on with it
I’ll just close the door
He screamed
Something told me satisfaction was 999 away
The paramedics put it in ice
The police took down my particulars
God, how I wished they would take down my particulars
He blamed me, could you believe it
Other patients were calling him, Bob it.
I told him straight, the bloody door got more action than me
Is that all you can think about, bloody sex
I started laughing, he didn’t get it
Just like me

A Singing Bird

A man shot a multicolor singing bird, 
Some women who were hearing the song felt bad, 
Some police officers arrested and hit him so bad 
His mother screamed loudly ,
 his grand mother failed badly. 

The singing bird died, 
The women were so bored,
The shooter was charged, 
Her mama paid, 

His grandmother kicked the bucket,
A basket player was sorry on his way to play basket,
The women and the police officers   regretted for her death, 
The shooter and her mama were so confused because of her depart,

Paramedics were so late at the  scene place, 
Some people came closer to comfort them 
He asked himself "how could the singing bird departed 
    with my grandmother? 
Was she incarnating in the bird? 
Did I kill my granny  , really?" 
He learned to not kill innoncent Birds

Written on March 04 /2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris

Life Is Sweet

In the space of six weeks,
had two operations,
the first was plain sailing,
the second one I began failing.
Everything went wrong,
I caught a super bug,
heart, liver kidneys, lungs
oh and oxygen level sunk.
I was in a scary place,
Elias saw it on my face,
he called the paramedics
for he could not wake me,
our two boys were afraid.
Thank God I was brought back,
two days in ICU four in
the general ward, eventually,
I wanted to come home,
I wanted to wash my
hair and give it a good comb.
The doctor said OK but,
No medicines allowed, 
I stuck it out,
I’m feeling better today,
than I did yesterday,
have realized that life is sweet,
and a treat, I will meet,
my maker one day, 
and I nearly did,
but it wasn’t my time,
my bell did not chime,
doctors think I caught
a Covid related bug,
Covid is a vagabond, a 
rogue and a thug,
will it ever say goodbye,
or does it need humans,
it’s hungry appetite to satisfy.

Cold To the Touch

When the paramedics Arrived 
and entered the house
On Christmas eve night 
they saw a poor old man 
with long wavy gray hair 
Wearing a black and red 
checkered shirt and corduroy pants 
With a gold chain attached to the loop
of his belt securing his wallet to his back pocket.
He was Slumped over sitting on his chair
his glasses fell to the floor 
He was clutching a bible in his hands 
We tried everything humanly possible 
to revive the old man 
but we were unable to find any vital signs 
he was cold to the touch
not even a breath or a heartbeat 
could be heard, on that holy night. 
we wrapped him up in sheets 
and transported him to the morgue 
where we laid him to rest 
with his bible on his chest.

Not His Time

The pain was excruciating but only lasted a second.
The next second it was gone and he found himself in a meadow.
It was full of wild flowers and strawberries, he saw a white bunny.
Weird, as they ones he usually saw were brown.

Do you like our meadow? 
It was words, but in his head, not in his ears.
He looked up and saw the most gorgeous angel.
She smiled at him. “Sorry, it is not your time,” she said.

Bam! He was back in his broken body.
Paramedics were working on him.
He was upset, wishing for the meadow.
But alas, it was not his time.

Tribute To Archangel Michael

Archangel Michael is one of my most endearing spirit guides.
What other angel is revered by so many religions?
Catholics agree he is the leader of God’s army.
He is prominent in Judaism, Christianity and Islam.
The 7th Day Adventists think Archangel Michael is Jesus.
He helps heaven triumph over hell; he threw out the devil.
He is the patron saint of police officers, paramedics and the military.
Some say he is a spiritual warrior, who helps you with your battle within.
I have also heard he is the supreme commander of holy hosts.
Who am I to argue with any of that?

Monkeypox

I went to Walmart this morning - yes, it was very brave.
My dander was up - I was on high alert - for active shooters and the unmasked.

Then I saw him! A man on the cookie aisle - he looked like he had the monkeypox!
So, I kicked him in the nuts and ran - you can’t be too careful out there.


It turns out that he was just an 80-year-old retiree wearing a polka-dot shirt.
I apologized - from a safe distance - as the paramedics carted him away.


It felt like a close call.

Open Manhole

An easy- go-lucky man passed by an open manhole
   And thought of putting back the lid after his dance at the hall
      He partied all night long 'til hardly drunk before dawn
          Passing by the same manhole... swooped deep down.

                An ambulance siren was heard before sunrise
             Paramedics pulled up his body twice then thrice
       His mom came running to hug his injured body
   Mom, I didn’t wash dishes then cover a manhole. Sorry.

          “Mom, please help me. I’m in great pain,” he added
               I think, I’ve broken my arms, leg then cracked my head
                  “You procrastinate things always my son, Lee Thor.”
                           Suffer the consequences. Res ipsa loguitur!
         
Jan. 16,2022  2.21pm

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