Ventilator Poems | Examples

Telemetry

Telemetry

I hear the thump and hiss
of the ventilator.
I see the wavy QRS complex on
the monitor.

I see you lying so still, a living
organism kept alive by machines.
I know you are gone, but I
have trouble letting go.

I know your living will
says no support.
My will says I want you
still with me.

I see the doctor look at you
then at me.
I see his sad eyes reflect my
feelings.

I know he has watched this scene
play out many times before.
I watch him shake his head from
side to side.
I look at the nurse, she
looks away.
I take your hand one last time
and ask for forgiveness.

I nod and the nurse
pulls the plug.
The wavy lines go flat and
the ventilator goes silent.

Palindrome Limericks

There was a young woman named “Anna”
who spoke to her sister named “Hannah”.
“Anna” said “You’re a good “mum”
and maybe I’m just a “nun”,
but “sis”, I’m no second banana!”

Then “Anna” asked what is a “rotator”?
Does it “refer” to a ventilator?
Said a young “dad” named Adam
I really don’t know, “madam”;
“Don’t nod” at me, I’m just a parts trader.

Four by Four

1. Earth

The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm 

2. Air

The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm 

3. Water

The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities 
Provider of the realm 

4. Fire

The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm

Resurrection Shifted To Monitor

I died on surgeons table
Before surgeons knife sliced my chest 
Before anesthesia put me to rest 
I died in imagination as hopes die in fable 

Vivid thoughts ran amok
Which new abode I will go, if I die 
What new way I will live, if I survive 
Mind clueless, thoughts at dead end fork

Malfunctioning Valve plucked out
New Heart Valve transplanted 
Ribs cut, Heart put on ventilator 
Surgery over, operation table light put out 
With dangling drips, in ICU, I was shifted
Resurrection hopes shifted to ticks of monitor

Out-Of-Body Encounters

In the aftermath of birth to my last child, a procedure was

                performed the next day, intense breathing, anxiety  and

                 overwhelms me. code blue announced over the intercom
         
                  I'm having respiratory distress caused by the anesthesia.

                  The electronic vital sign monitors beep, I'm flatlined for
  
                   30 minutes after loss of consciousness according to medical

                staff,  I'm revived and hooked up to a ventilator. Out-of-body

                 encounter, I'm amongst the clouds looking down at the medical

                  is staff working on me am I in heaven or hell? I was suddenly

                  approached by a male image, the face not seen gave me a

                  hug a kiss on my right cheek, and said I'm not done with

                  you and I were awakened on the third day. Out-of-body 
   
                  encounters.

Excavator Gave Him Navigator

That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…

But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil  
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face: 
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.

From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…

Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…

My Lucky Twin Sister Carolyn

To say my twin sister Carolyn is lucky is an understatement.
She had a broken C-2 that had to be fixed.
Dr. Kawakaki from Iowa City put rods in her neck.
She had a physical occupational appointment yesterday.
Doctor read fifty-two pages on her before she arrived.
Doctor said “I know this might be morbid, but I have to tell you…
The only people I have met with a broken C-2 were either
On a ventilator, paralyzed, or dead.”
My sister was astounded.
She is walking, driving, making a quilt, and hosting Christmas.
The doctor asked “How long were you in the hospital?”
My sister was in recovery at 9:30 p.m. on a Wednesday.
She was in the car ready to go home by noon on Thursday.
My sister said “I am glad I had such a great surgeon.”
I said “And tens of thousands of people were praying for you too."

The Murder Weapon

It was a mystery
The death of her twin sister
Helen became jittery
On the manner death had kissed her.

These few words sister could only say
“It was the speckled band”
Before her last breath drifted away
The context Helen couldn’t understand.

To solve her sister’s death mystery
And fearing it could now be her turn
She told the scary story
To Sherlock Holmes with great concern.

The sleuth was confused by the word band
Was the criminal the gypsy roaming around
Committing the crime as planned
Or someone else out of bound?

Holmes searched for the physical clue
Saw the ventilator of stepfather Roylott’s room
Sister’s room it opened to
Through which danger could loom.

In sister’s room Holmes heard hissing sound
Coming from Roylott’s room on one night
He then rushed there and found
Swamp adder snake slithering in dim light.

Holmes attacked the snake with dexterity skilled
Onto Roylott’s head it was thrown
The mastermind behind the crime was killed
By the murder weapon of his own.

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August 23, 2022
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Salman Rushdie Stabbed

Author of “The Satanic Verses” was stabbed
this morning in NYC.
In New York, doing a reading, that city which
now allows criminality.

Yes, I know a Fatwa, was put on his life.
But he’s fearless,  not out to please and can 
deal with strife.

I do hope he successfully recovers.
I like writers who do not put truth under pretty, 
people pleasing covers!
                                  

A few of his quotes are listed below..
They are universal for all free counties.

1. What is freedom of expression!
    Without the right to offend, it ceases to 
    exist.

2.  Language is courage: The ability to
     conceive a thought, to speak it, and
     by doing so, to make it true.

3.  A mature society, understands that  at
     the heart of democracy, is argument!   

                     8/12/2022
                         -1-

UPDATE….RUSHDIE WAS STABBED IN THE NECK 
AND FACE SEVERAL TIMES……
HE MAY LOSE AN EYE. 
5pm PST 8/12/2022.

UPDATE…RUSHDIE WAS PUT ON A VENTILATOR 
THIS EVENING.
‘8PM PST   8/12/2022

Bleach In Flask No Need To Mask

Immune to the virus, I am. 
I eat green eggs and ham. 
That I eat daily with a fork. 
Hah, science, I’m no dork!

I use Johnson & Johnson shampoo. 
So I’m topically vaxxed, immune too!
Sure add bleach in my drinking water. 
Since Covid can’t live where it’s hotter. 

Wearing a mask is just for Halloween. 
Needles are for fun, not a vaccine. 
So screw your mask, I’ll see you later. 
From my bed, and shiny new ventilator.

He Died Alone

He awakes connected to a ventilator
Scared and afraid as he looks
Around the room, only
To see doctors and nurses
Surrounding his bed
His eyes searches the room
For family
Who’s nowhere in sight
He calls out to them
He reaches out for them
As darkness begins to cover
His eyes
A nurse grabs his hand and
Holds it tight
She speaks to him with a
Soft voice, she sounded like
An angel
He begins to cry, as he
Calls out for his wife and kids
He’s fading away
His spirit leaves his body and
He dies without ever seeing 
His family’s face, he died alone

Pandemic Division

Father ignores the pandemic by drinking from the flask.
Brother is yelling he won’t wear a mask.
Mother is rolling her eyes, feeling news-reel deceived.
Sister has had her vaccine and is greatly relieved.

Cousin came home from a funeral stamping her feet.
Wearing a mask would have made her feel off beat.
She left in a huff, yelling mean things to the others.
Church staff, minister, and sixty old grandmothers.

Grandma is holed up in her room, not answering her door.
This pandemic is making the whole world sore.
Uncle Henry says the Covid 19 is a lie and a hoax.
He’s on a ventilator now, dying with a bunch of other folks.

Could I Ever Be Free

I was in my greenhouse,
Sad and alone.
When I noticed an invasion
of one small sparrow that intruded my domain.
It hit the shaded glass panes,
attempting to escape or at least
trying to find a resting place.
 
Oh, foolish bird, why did you enter
such a prison that could mean death?
It chirped, a cry for help.
It flew like a crazy thing, hitting poles and panes.
 
So I opened a ventilator
hoping it would not spoil the humidity
that was required in my greenhouse.
Would you believe it?  The sparrow
simply refused the opening
preferring to rest upon an empty shelf.
 
So patiently I opened the door and finally
out it flew, straight among the branches
of an old oak tree.  Liberty achieved.
I closed all openings and wondered
if I could ever be as free.

A Year Ago Or So

Flashing back to last Spring, 2020 ~ O, my!
  We thought we'd all get COVID and then die

We lived our daily lives in utter fear
  a cough or sneeze's drops just might adhere

to a surface we'd accidentally touch ~
  We'd be put on a ventilator or such

So many confined in a hospiral all alone
  Their only family contact, the phone...

A year later we survivors are nearly worry-free
  Masks off, we frolic on land and by the sea

Let us be grateful for our lives and for our health  
  Beating hearts more precious than vast wealth

Dead Air

I had grown to hate the sounds
Incessant insanity inside the impotence of an ICU
Blinding white lights humming like the buzz of a thousand bees
growing in Spring's embrace
Intimate heartbeats echoed by innocent chirps, drifting from a faceless machine
Monotonous sounds of mechanical air pounding like an aquatic bass drum
Pressing against my ears…my soul
Tender soled shoes of the nightingales coming and going
Touching you only with their caring eyes
Nothing left for them to do
Desperate cries of unknown faces roam past the glass door
Kindred spirits broken by the uncertainty of certainty
Sitting behind glass walls waiting as I wait
Listening to the seconds
Tick tick tick

I had grown to hate the sounds until…
They turned them off

Have you ever heard the dying song of a ventilator
When the need has vanquished forever
Dead air

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