Short Psychiatrists Poems

   brittle as a tiny twig
     the girl seemed not to grow

   strange, her appetite 
     drawn out, her nights

   stumped the psychiatrists
     out went the lights
...

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The positive passages of Norman Vincent Peale—
Travelled time with mass appeal.
Uplifting affirmations and intentions of healing
Sent psychiatrists and theologians to writing and reeling....

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Psychiatrists searched for years and still at a loss
Looking into this guy's brain, nothing but moss
Sometimes detect
A strange wee spec
Turns out 'twas just dust or an ancient wee moth...

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average people pass rank and file
learning in their third decade
of the training cell

how long for psychiatrists
to get past the alphabet soup
of their learning 

when all research studies
can prove false positive
or negative


stan sand...

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ELVES


Skipping down the street they come  -
Tomorrow’s engineers and psychiatrists,
And journeys out of this world for some,
Or professors at college if dad insists.


But for the moment they’re dressed as elves
And fairy princesses  -
Quite unconscious of themselves
And their minds’ latent recesses....

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All drugs have the potential to be harmful
We know ourselves more than doctors and Psychiatrists
Some drugs have irreversible side effects
Especially drugs that are purposely and forcefully given
Adverse effects may include long term mental effects
Short term extensive health problems and hallucinations
These drugs slowly and rapidly push us on the verge of collapse...
Note. Stay out of reach of underlings, mobsters and impostors....

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I say there is a China teapot 
Revolving about the sun
Twixt earth n mars 

It’s much too small to see 
By telescope or all our skills
But I say it is there

I say you can’t disprove it
You may call me mad
Talking a nonsense

But if it were read of in ancient books
Instilled in the minds of children
Taught as sacred truth on Sundays

Doubting this I’d be marked eccentric 
Need help psychiatrists help
Or attentions of the Inquisitor in an earlier time...

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Fire he screamed…
From the lookout tower
Sloshing buckets arrived in the angst of men

Fire he wailed…
From his ghastly nightmares
In came his friends with those comforting words

Fire he jested…
In the crowded celebration chamber
Psychiatrists came running with pencils and pads

Fire he directed…
As a flat and distant playwright
Columnists praised on the papers front page

Fire he cried…
All buckled in a straightjacket
And no one cared to pay attention...

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