Surgeons Poems - Poems about Surgeons

Surgeons of soundless suffering, led by ministers of madness, The dead drown whilst muttering of intolerable sadness. Atop the tallest towers of the dark city Aloft spires of insanity, so do they weave the existential lies of mortality. Where the living are led to conceive and so believe That which is mad, continuously the surgeons weave And knit half truths of...

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A surgeon dreams of slicing livers. A dentist dreams of teeth and gums. Proctologists envision fingers and thumbs....

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I’ve only been at my fellowship gig a week, but It’s official, I’m a candy-striper. Sort of, I wear a blue vest, not the old, red-striped dress, but it’s the same job. I shadow my surgeon (Rebecca) most of the time, like when she does her rounds but otherwise, I study or try to be...

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Just testing the night The surgeons of sky to see a Sky-net so faulted and frank unflinching but still true Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night feeling the texture of it Remembering you and hoping that you're well like a stupid loyal dog a stupid girl remembering You're a shadow that plays games...appearing ...dissappearing I should never remember ....you a will of a wisp...

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They want to be brain surgeons, astronauts, movie stars, NFL quarterbacks, influencers, video game designers, dancers Their excited energy lifts into a pink cloud of happiness It zooms over my head and dances around the room They share their illusions of grandeur with excited giggles They are my Girl Scouts, and I have no idea what I am doing Having...

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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie Had a habit most folk view bizarrely Each day before patients lay on his table He sniffed a line or two which made him able To slice and dice, hyped up head felt cathartic Injuries presented, varied and complex Imbibed biological Bibles, known reflex Mere matchstick puzzle, bones twenty seven Mirror met snow snakes, elongated elevens Intensified his...

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Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away adding here, subtracting there bandaging a verse or stitching a face trying to make plain into pretty perfection just a small slice away. A masterpiece is what they seek A mountain of trash for every gem cutting and slicing stretching and trimming seeking the perfect profile or seamless rhyme, but filling the world with rivers of gibberish and...

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Hands of Surgeons Our friend Bob Lynott is undergoing cancer surgery today at Duke University. God, hands of surgeons be sure to guide; Who we trust and on them have relied; Now is not near; Our prayers hear; Give them things needed and not denied. Jim Horn This should be sent out to each member of St. James Episcopal Church, Shallotte, NC. Hope he will be...

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Believe you me, are business workers dealing in raw flesh and bones but they are often broke because consumers exist not in this world of flesh...

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Honey, please don't even try to get me interested in your Cranial Ontology Department. You know how the name itself puts my brain to sleep. Yes I noticed your tendency to snore when I am thinking out loud, with tender thoughts about glial climate cells holding up all that neural landscape in your mind. Sounds more like Brain Architecture to me, and I prefer my...

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I wait  and wonder What life will bring When i am well again Will my heart sing. I wait for the news Of an op to replace This heart of mine A new future to face The surgeon will come In a day or so Until i have surgery Home, i dont go Must stay here and rest Watch the world go by, Try to keep smiling Try not to cry I...

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