Short Physician Poems
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Oh God, place the friendship between our hearts
To be peace between us
To be brotherhood between us
You are the best Physician
N Naturally caring.
U Understanding and Kind.
R Realistically diagnoses
S Sees things others miss
E Enthusiastic about helping people
Physician heal thy body…
virtue heal thy soul
Wounds profane—blood reclaimed,
whose sutured truth is told
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
there once was a man of great ambition
who pretended to be a physician
his intent lascivious
she was not oblivious
he’s serving 20 to life in prison
Could a soul find room
at the core of an atom?
So Eve changed the spelling
thinking dim of such wit –
thought an apple a day
would keep both of them
fit....
Got referred to a female Urologist
After which I needed a Psychologist
"I'm a licensed physician
Now resume your position!"
Next appointment? Her sister Proctologist
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Born on Scottish soil
Both writer and physician, he delivered us Sherlock Holmes.
A spiritualist too, he believed in fairies; possibly in gnomes!
Larry Randolfson was a brain physician
who soon wore himself out in that position.
Getting inside live minds
was the worst of all grinds.
So he became an autopsy technician.
The physician mixed a kiddie 'cocktail'
The young patient swallowed it and turned pale
He quickly went under
But the doc had blundered
He'd put in a pint of hundred-proof ale
Spring Cleaning is Sarah’s dreaded routine
She gets exhausted, drinks lots of caffeine
She goes to her doctor
Who gives her the ‘what-for'
Then shoots Sarah full of adrenaline
Have been told for many years I have Alzheimer's
In my heart of hearts, my mind's saved by poetry rhyming
Have not been diagnosed
By a physician who knows
Even difficult for medical doctors to define
A physician can possibly maim.
Being ill-informed, one that I blame
Cares not for real knowledge
Despite years of college.
“Erroneous” should be his last name.
Jan. 11, 2019 for Joseph May's 'Limerick II' Contest Info
I deplore the physician named Fauci.
His opinions are making me grouchy.
Goggles next we should wear?
In his office I'd dare
not let him observe my mere ouchie.
Aug. 8, 2020
with a nod to Rico; thanks for inspiring me to write this.
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
Dressed up like a physicians..
Full of doubt and suspicions..
Heart harder than stone ..
Don't care if you die sick and alone..
They treat all ..
Cancer or headache with Panadol..
Don't know the right medication ..
They prescribe aspirin for fornication ..
Wednesday 3/12/2003
Paracelsus
Supremus-Alchemist-Occultist
Philippus von Hohenheim
Alchemist, Astrologer, and Physician
Arrogant to a fault.
Medical genius
Paracelsianism
Iconoclastic for sure
Ignorance he couldn’t halt.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 15, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Hippocrates' sons
glorified Asclepius
humanity bows !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2020
*Asclepius god of medicine in ancient Greek religion
and mythology.
**Hippocrates 460-375 B.C. ancient Greek physician,
father of medicine, credited with the Hippocratic oath!
Pain can drive us both
toward faith and away
from faith – the Devil
overjoyed with 50/50.
Christ is our spiritual
pillar and shield. He
is our brother in suffering
and our physician of redemption.
God allows nothing to happen
to us, that is not for our ultimate
good. Minutes, hours, years
pale in light of eternity.
The physician offered no hope,
But why did you push me away?
You only said you couldn’t cope
To watch me decline, fade away.
As I approach my final day,
I long for a place in your heart.
I wish some support you’d impart.
This path is not one I had planned
And it’s not my choice to depart.
Please offer me a loving hand.
NIGHT ARRIVES.
Night arrives at the sunset
Bringing relief to tortured souls
Lost travellers on life’s journey
Tired like wounded feebled folks.
It sends its physician, the sleep
To enchant sufferings into a lull
Soothing embalming painful stripes
There releasing souls into easeful zest.
And then
Beyond cure into some temporary rest
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
With the bulk of his obesity
Though he didn’t know why
His physician warned him that
Left unchecked he would die
But he had a hearty appetite
And that was the reason why
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
And the immensity of his girth
Was caused, by too much pi
Form:
Straining to swallow the remedy,
Thick like blood with the stinch
Of gall mingled with death
And the after taste of pleasure-
None running out the corners
Of his mouth- the Physician drank
The bitter cup, enduring the sting
And curdled abominations stirred
With grievous residue at the bottom
Of the cup, and became tannic acid
On the Tree for the sick in the world.
I knew I had a problem
when the words
flew away like the birds.
I realized that I suffered from writer’s block
or in my case poet’s block
so I went to a physician
who said he wasn't a magician
but he assured me that desperation
would bring inspiration
so I waited
and waited
until I finally
had an epiphany:
I have to keep moving forward
to find and collect each missing word!
Flaming sword intuition
a good doctor a day
keeps the apple nonsense away
Thank you Jesus my great physician
The quite teenager went to school on foot,
never was late or tried to cheat on any test;
he ate fruits and veggies and stayed lean...
realizing that discipline was a good medicine.
Years went by and he became a physician;
many diseases he cured, even eye vision,
but his schoolmates frequented hotel rooms that smelled of booze...
they had unprotected sex and snorted cocaine: weren't they the losers?