Short Gurney Poems
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exposed - opened my eyes to the same old-same old,
cold, peaceful gurney
Whilst the doctors discussed her fate
Her belly inflated with hate
Flat out on a gurney
For one final journey
From hospital food that she ate
Arnold Crane was obsessed with his journey
He had been a rich Wall Street attorney --
He had peered in his soul
Found tobacco's charcoal --
Came to grips with himself on a gurney
~ November's Sun ~
The sun sweeps through the sky now
a speeding star on a journey
On earth, eyes peeled upward, yearning ~
daylight hustled away on a gurney
Now that
we’ve processed
the whales
on their gurney
and salvaged
some profit
from rainforest trees,
maybe it’s
time we stab
forks in our ice cream,
turn cones
of attrition on you & me.
Getting near the end of my long life's journey
But I'll still be writing from my hospital gurney
Even limericks from heaven
THINK that's where I'm headin'
Wearing a “LOVE ALL CHICKIES” jersey
Getting near the end of my life's journey
But I'll still be writing from my hospital gurney
Even limericks from heaven
THINK that's where I'm headin'
Who's gonna wear my “LOVE CHICKIES” jersey
Getting near the end of my life's journey
But I'll still be writing from my hospital gurney
Even limericks from heaven
THINK that's where I'm headin'
Who's gonna wear my “LOVE ALL CHICKIES” jersey
Cletus O'Toole tested the slopes at Vail
He met some trees as he sped t'ward the vale
'Twas a short-lived journey
Sprawling on a gurney
His hapless schuss left him woozy and pale
Seems like yesterday, was young and wooing young girlies
Now I'm old and still wooing them this far into my journey
Am I that unique?
Not yet reached my peak
Overflowing, about to pop my popper on my gurney
I stumble and stagger through life's stony streets,
Trying to find my way as I steadily beat my feet.
It's simple to give in while lazing upon life's gurney.
Refusing to give up, I slowly continue on my journey.
To Hell In A Gurny
We had been going on a long journey;
After a while we saw another attorney;
Same old song;
Done no wrong;
Was being wheeled to hell in a gurney.
Jim Horn
It must be hard to tell a lie with your
teeth closed. Wonder if he ever bites
his tongue.
Your voice, it hurts me
Every time I hear it I feel like I need to be rushed away on a gurney
Why won’t you be quiet? -All you do is scream-
I try to muffle you with my own shouting
I’ve even tried hitting my head against a beam
But you’ll never be quiet, not until I die
I’ve woken in the strangest places
If, by strange, one means faceless
Scantily dressed, if at all
A parking lot outside a mall
A park, a street
In unsocked feet
An autopilot’s nighttime journey
Assless gown upon a gurney
Uncertain of what brought me to
Embarrassed, shocked, without a clue
There was once an old geezer named Bernie,
Who was nearing the end of life's journey.
With a raspy voice he cried,
"Life's been one helluva ride!"
As he was whisked away on a gurney!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Limericks Old or New" Contest
To those who bled for others,
on the battlefield, in birth,
in rescue,
on a gurney to save lives.
Forevermore in gratitude sing
people of the teeming earth.
The only One who bled for
all humanity-
beauteous Christ reigning always,
His glorious sacrifice-
blesses those who bled for others,
and those who will one day. ~
They put a power-gate across our road.
We live secure here, locked inside. We punch
the keypad numbers, the bar swings free.
And yet, one neighbor’s in a gurney-bed,
his lungs like punctured tires. He lies
among plucked feather comforters. Are we
safe or free? A phoebe flashes overhead.
What do birds care for metal barriers?
Take in sky with every breath you breathe.
E nter the waiting chamber
M oments seem like hours
E veryone stays away
R est on the gurney
G host of those that died here
E nter and brush the curtains
N ow here then gone
C ause that is all that one sees
Y earning to get answers
R emove to x-ray
O perative answers will come
O pen to options
M aybe
(I wrote this awhile back
nothing new has happened.)
Sounds of medical monitoring machines
Echo in the brain of a comatose marine
Lying on a gurney hospital's bed
Least of all, nothing is said
Those present bow their heads
Praying his not already dead
Eye's flutter, the patient awakes,
from their comatose state
Ironically,
the marine didn't pass through heaven's gate
Risking life and limb then joining us again
the older lady asked for help
she requested a gurney for her dog
two veterinary assistants went out
with a gurney
this dog must have weighed three hundred pounds
his body and head were enormous
he was strapped down in five places
wearing a muzzle
I was thinking, “Brutus, Goliath, or Samson”.
What is his name? The receptionist asked the older lady.
“Flower,” she replied.
What Does It All Mean
Written: by Tom Wright
3/24/03
If life were a game and not a journey,
would diversion toward both be same?
If at ending awaited still, death's gurney,
and cretinous rules, that made the game.
Would scrutiny reveal an abeyant tear,
because flow of game so quickly ended.
Or should concern be placed in the fear,
of second best, in hell, being suspended.
Sentimental Journey
Ordinary bologna
Sleep on the gurney
You are so lonely
Keeps on living
And yet you live
yes you live
Keeps on livings
Oriental kaboom
Religious diamonds
Walking on Waters
Disowning a sons and daughters
Man-made religions
Wrongly made decisions
Keeps on livings
Yes you keep on giving
While you keep on living
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I have a new friend,
Her name is Kady Burney.
She is nervous about her writings,
I think she needs a gurney.
If you get a chance have a look see,
I am sure you will like it,
I am sure you will agree.
Please make her welcome,
Help her feel at home,
She is such a good poet,
We don’t want her to roam.
Thank you very much,
Y’all are the greatest
Please keep in touch,
You’ll be glad she surfaced.
Substance unveiled
Previously veiled
First step taken
Won't be shaken
Ready for the journey
Pack up the gurney
Fear is fuel
Will need renewal
Failure an option
Fling away caution
Stronger than before
Improve previous score
Guidance needed
Faith preceded
Assuredly provided
Attention undivided
Back again
To train
You never left
Never felt bereft.
the cockroaches had been disturbed
They were running out from under her nightgown
on to the gurney the firemen were holding.
Where were they coming from?
The corpulent woman pretended not to notice
knowing they had been living in her fat rolls
She was glad their dark haven had been violated
Maybe when she got to the hospital someone would fix her
She had been living in the dark with these creatures for a long time