Short Diagnose Poems
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They brewed-up vaccines morose
pledging to self-diagnose
disease most scary
hoping to bury
pathos with each costly dose.
I'm not trying to take away from or add to eithers appeal,
but in the medical community, doctors diagnose but it is the nurses who heal.
"Sorry! I'm at a loss to diagnose you ...
Perhaps:- Result of booze, as I found."
"Very well, doctor. I see. I knew.
I'll come when you're sober down."
Thought I'd like to meet a gorilla up close
Then I met Gloria, damn close my diagnose
With a hairy face
Bad odor, a trace
Arms pretty long and climbed trees like a pro
Feta... the best cheese ever, a quick diagnose
Not another cheese can even come close
Sure turns my crank
Go goo-goo to be frank
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, perhaps an overdose
Words
clamor
and curdle
into ripened,
red embolisms
of vulgar syllables
that dam fresh inspiration
with futile, vagrant dissonance.
I diagnose my swollen fingers
as unfortunate strokes of distraction.
Lackadaisical Daisy thought she was always cursed,
alway's sneezing every single day since her birth,
around jobs she would linger,
never ever lifting a finger,
doctors diagnose was that she's allergic to work!
A disturbing article has made me sit up and take notice
Claiming some doctors diagnose cancer where none exists
For profit and gain
An unforgivable shame
If we can't trust doctors, we're all bound at the wrist
Beautiful babies blowing bubbles,
Terrible teens tempting troubles.
Parent's plaguing problems perplexing
Viewing various values vexing.
Doctors diagnose diseases.
Potent potion prescription pleases.
Debating difficult diagnosis,
Desperately diluting doses.
Hey, Doc
You're on the clock
Ten patients an hour
You could use a cold shower
No time to waste
Diagnose with great haste
But don't a tumor mistake
For a plain old headache
At the end of the day
You add up your pay --
Insurance is covered
Go home to your lover
I want a doctor
Medicate me and make me more than what I've become
Check out my failing lifeline
Save me
Medicate me
Find someone to date me
Figure out the cure cause I want more
More than just temporary treatment
I want the answers before my heart gives out completely
So go ahead diagnose me
Form:
Deus Ex Machina
AI can:
diagnose disease
recommend treatment
write poetry
write music
make economic predictions
and much more
What happens when it:
can think on its own
hate
laugh
feel
cry
make war
sue for peace
reproduce
Will we still be in charge?
Or will it demand our worship?
She battles the birds for the morning spotlight
She shelters in shadows when the sun is up high
Her language is foreign, but it's clear, she declares the end time is nigh
But she's been there at that same spot since we left here
It's been eight hours clear
And the other side of me couldn't help but diagnose her ...
another sleepless night
they'll say I'm not alright
they want to diagnose me
they'll be saying I'm crazy
wouldn't change a thing in my life
even the three tries for a wife
night or day doesn't matter
in mirror still look fatter
make lemonade they tell me
I'd rather be making tea
memories are stronger now
just want to say Holy Cow
graduated cum laude
with a PhD in madness,
practitioner of your
own philosophy as
the harbinger of doom,
tales of darkness where
the deck is always stacked,
what's the sense of light
to an austere night
or spring's flourish
mid winter's brashness,
you don't need to be
a rocket scientist
to diagnose absurdity
Physicians
magicians
who work wonders with a pill.
They diagnose,
prescribe the dose,
and then you get the bill.
Attorneys
journey
to the law books for a clue.
to file a brief
or sue for grief,
but it's legalese to you.
Mechanics
don't panic
when the car chugs in the bay.
They take their time
to wipe the grime.
" It won't be done today."
Dr. Rose can't diagnose
A thing that's wrong with me.
I'm flushed and red with an aching head
And pain in both my knees.
Although the're clean, my toes are green,
My ears have come unstuck,
I'm feeling sick, my elbows click,
My temperature is up.
"Don't be daft!" the doctor laughed.
"Don't take me for a fool!"
Somehow he knows, that Dr. Rose,
I don't want to go to school.
If ultrasound machines of the world all break down
We had better make friends with nocturnal bats.brown.
They use ultrasound to locate and navigate
There is one hanging by my west garden gate
Vampire bats could help us diagnose disease
Be polite and make sure you use thank you and please
Nurses and doctors will have to be trained to be kind.
And learn how to communicate with a bat’s interesting mind.
Obviously it is apparent he said.
Vitally clear.
Plain to see.
What is? I asked him.
That child is emotionally disturbed, he announced.
I was shocked, walking away quickly.
I am not qualified to diagnose
And yet he is?
And with confidence.
Who? You ask.
Bag boy at the grocery store.
Sixteen knows everything though.
I had almost forgotten that.
I smiled, remembering, turned and waved.
But he was in the throes of diagnosing another child.
I have had this fear.
It started as a rattle.
I would rather not self-diagnose-
worry my afro kinks straight.
I let it pass breezily.
In my room of metaphors
I closed the door, shut
out the attitudes of reality:
Bold, beautiful, young, and restless.
I wasn't mindful of her,
She and you, or us.
Our contact disassembling, just contract...
tempers like daggers over lactose.
"I'm unavailable!?" because you were
penning soliloquies for the stage.
Morning
When you wake up each morning a
great start of
the day is a
glass of
amniotic fluid originating from
the womb of a
woman with a
baby or
babies inside her so
you can diagnose the likely abnormalities in the
foetus before they can be
abnormal. Possible side effects: part or
total memory loss, instant employment in
the public sector, parking tickets will
follow you around, stalk you, and
you’re voice box may turn to
static mode.
Plunged deep into chaos Man adios
Love in hand and daily in trance
Steering rulers losing
Man anew with
Burden
a poet's flame
to diagnose each pain
seeking what of words can Man heal
pen at rest the load lingers unreleased.
(Inverted Rictameter)
September 2nd, 2018