Short Operating Room Poems

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...

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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?...

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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....

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A yellow-toothed moon
      primps in the mirror
            of Mid-western ponds.

Cats
             snake in and out
of red-faced barns
                      gone mad.

In Kansas-land...
      in the operating room
            of your dreams,
morning comes
                    dawn-drawn
by six gold stallions
            half-stepping
                    toward eternity....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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