The Doctor Poems - Poems about The Doctor

We are pet sitting our neighbor’s cat and dog…which means we’re wearing two hats one for Betty (she’s the dog) and one for Doctor (he’s the cat). Dogs and cats are different…we know this to be true… so I’ve had the opportunity to compare and contrast the two. I’ve been walking Betty in the morning…she get’s excited once her...

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I said I ain't been on no bike He said, 'Well, there it is.' Premature baldness and popcorn muscles I told him I got a B in History He said, 'What a life you're gonna have.' This is what I'm paying for Man hugs and comic sans garage dweller As I lay in bed on my side With the book open next to...

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Do they know I invented the world? I wonder as I stare at them We are all in this waiting room They probably think I am the same Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am an alien, not from a planet, but from middle earth. A little girl about seven years old coughs. I give her my mind-meld look. Her...

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They say laughter is the best medicine to keep away the ills So from now on I decided to write only lines which put away the pills Donning the role of a courtroom jester My grey wired cells I began to pester As I began to brew my soup on the site My dark world broke with crystal light I giggled...

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He is the man that is everywhere, yet nowhere. He is the man that is in all of time and space. The man filled with sadness, guilt, and anger. The man filled with happiness, love, and understanding. He is the smartest and the dumbest. He is protection, he is destruction. He is loved and he is hated. He is excitement and adventure. He...

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A trip to the doctor, these days, Is an ordeal in so many ways Glued to their computers, it seems, They never look at your seams. Electronic gadgets fill the room No personal talk unless it’s doom, They’re always in such a rush ...

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my feet smell my nose runs my heart breaks my tongue is tied my liver is chopped my brain is cramped my spare rib is missing my throat harbors a frog my sweet tooth is craving my eye teeth need glasses my funny bone isn’t laughing my athlete’s foot lost the race my sense of humor is twisted my heel ran back to Achilles my ear drum lost its...

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Clement Moloch is a despicable doctor. This physician specializes in death and torture. For any government, he is there to be hired. A professional assassin who has retired is called upon to catch the evil perpetrator. All over the world, Moloch has been a murderer. Holland the assassin goes to Central America, where the doctor was last seen in Guatemala. There, Holland employs...

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There's nothing we can do, the doctor said! It was December, nineteen-seventy. At once, those words exploded in my head and pierced my heart- which broke in agony. How could this be- she's much too young to die at fifty-four, and I, just thirty-two? Convulsed in...

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LORD Jesus, while on earth, was fully human - shelving His divinity by submitting His will to the Father's - without "discarding" His full deity. So on earth Jesus was born out of womb via birth canal, and probably got s slap on His back to gulp the first air outside Mary's womb. (LORD, help...

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Jim's hemorrhoids were hurting him so He then went to a doctor named Flo With her fingers she probed while old Jim was unrobed Then Jim yelled out, "Doc, I have to go" It was then he started passing gass Right in the doctor's face, that poor lass! soon after Flo passed...

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Doc said put on this hospital gown Then remove your clothes from the waist down My bare tootsies she clocks As I’d removed my socks No need for that, she said with a frown! True story today - get my biopsy results in a month - got my fingers crossed ... wish I could have kept my legs crossed lol 3/19/19...

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Let’s get one thing straight, dear Let’s give the Devil his due The clouds are conspired against us The Revolutionaries hate us, too There’s no room at the foot of the mountain Only the sordid survive Youth only drowns in a fountain Only wasted memories thrive Did you ever hear the one about The doctor with no patience Don’t leave me locked here in this...

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The doctor and the poet became friends late in life-- as old men they looked over the past in similar ways, wishing their youth had never ended, their work continued, their lives once again resplendent and filled with promise as the one healed the body and the other the soul.... But Time is always the master of Life till Death...

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A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR I had a bad cold, And my throat was sore, My husband told, Me to go to the Doctor, Before I got flu! I made an appointment and was due, To be seen at two o’clock. I sat down next to a young man, Who had the pock, He was coughing and Spluttering all over me, Can’t you see, Don’t you care, Are...

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