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Thoughts from the Hospital

Thoughts from the hospital

November 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 by David Smith

 

The Arrival November 8, 2017

A ride to the hospital in an ambulance, no doubt

The siren and horn had reason to shout

Near got T boned at lights at Broadway

Vehicle, drove though the intersection, reason to say

A sore heavy chest and helplessness to feel

Emergency vehicles their dedication is real

The staff in emerge, their dedication on fire

The passion for the job their service does matter

All night they flip around with energy on high

To serve their patience, the passion to try

A ride down the hall in a gurney with wheels

Freedom like driving in the back of a pickup, and squeal

Think of our nurses and where would we be

And the volunteers that accommodate you and me

The technical support on a cat scan, I feel

Like being on Star Trek, science fiction the appeal

Glide through the arch, like a disappearing act

The sophisticated equipment, keeps optimism in tact

That is the joy, the thoughts and the sounds

The love of humanity is so profound

 

Nov 9, 2017

A day in the hospital with shunts in each arm

I.V. and blood pressure equipment for alarm

To move on the bed where arms are disabled

A chore to get comfortable and pee when we are able

Think of the frustration a temporary time

To maintain a healthy body well passed our prime

To turn into a pin cushion no studying for tests

Just the pain where healing is best

Hospitals have a flavour, appreciate the goal

Nurses of dedication, health care on a roll

The ability to care and the action to show

Volunteers are priceless, Nurses to know

Think of the value how volunteers pull through

And nurses and doctors technicians, to name a few

 

At the Hospital

Nov 9

In a lot of pain yesterday but enjoyed the time

Grand children, around love flowed so fine

Daughters were present, and my wife at their best

The love of the family for complete happiness

Pain less pronounced, a weight off my chest

And in the company I appreciate the best

A private room, sounds from the hall

The vacuum, the loneliness, to express thoughts, after all

A visit with my son, then off on his own

A loneliness again, a melancholy tone

In a private room with only the telephone

Visitors come in, in gowns and masks

Feel so ostracised, but up to the task

In the name of security to keep bugs in check

Beyond the feeling the optimism we get

Think of the healing of everyone concerned

To isolate a virus, those health issues we learn

 

Friday

 

A bright sunny day, the light shining in

The clock on the wall, the hands that spin

The second hand as it tics and talks

Casts a shadow on the face of that clock

As the hand counts off the seconds the shadow follows it around

It keeps pace, with the shadow, and surpasses, I have found

Fascinating to see the shadows on the wall

And how a simple clock can keep a poet fascinated after all

The shadow and the second had move around the clock

At Nine in the morning; the viewing that it brought

The shadow and the second hand so vivid and clear

How they follow each other and change positions so near

It’s all in the lighting

The sun through the glass

A picture of the daylight how time is so fast.

 

Friday

Yesterday it hurt, tonight it did not

Needles by chance where skill means a lot

The healing process has its sharp jabs

Antibiotics and syringes, as pain would grab

To get in touch with the pain the pleasures unfold

The vision of hope as experiences are told

To have life and see it, our walk by our feet

That is the joy that is really neat

A hospital bed

Nov 11

 

A hospital bed how it flips and it flops

All the positions and variety we got

The head and the foot they raise and lower

Think of the possibilities

The pleasures to explorer

Think of twin-beds, which raise and lower, in tune

In contrast, but together, the excitement to spoon

The hum of the beds they lift and fall

Think of the ecstasy and moans down the hall

Think of the possibilities yet isolated and alone

All those options as imagination sets the tone.

 

 

 

Saturday

Nov 11, 2017

 

A hospital setting that means so much

A hospital break with lots of fuss

Needles and meds, those pills to boot

And all those tests to see what suits

A game changer as doctors in discussions

Expressing opinions, as a new case in fuss’en

And being a patient from all angles we hear

Living with options we hold so dear

The ultimate decision is me of course

Professional opinions very knowledgeable the source

What to weigh and decisions at stake

The love of people their input is great

Once we listen, the final straw

Well defined, we answer the call

A hospital setting that precious place

Love and family and ethics we face

 

The clock no visitors Arrive

Nov 11, 2017

 

Nine O Clock rolled around, my girls are not hear

I know they have families, their loved ones so dear

And they have commitments with children and life

The love of their father, I embrace it so tight

When they come to visit, I radiate and see

The love of the grand children is heaven to me

We know priorities get in the way

A vacuum to feel at the end of the day

The sounds of my daughters and boys with all fuss

The love of the family, I embrace till I bust

Nine O Clock rolls around, my daughters are not here

Burned in my memory

Loves greatest cheer

 

The Old School Clock

November 12, 2017

 

The old school clock at the side of the class

Use to watch it as time would pass

To count off the seconds from day to day

So I could go home, enjoy and play

 

Watching the clock as the hands would spin

Can’t be reversed to where we had been

Forever ticking and moving along

The rear view mirror has been long gone

 

 

To grasp the past as we look forward to the new

The present clock still takes off a second or two

That old fashioned clock and second hand on the go

Back to school days a long time ago.

 

 

Visitors leave, a hush fills the room

The excitement of visitors keeps life in tune

Love of family as they trickle in light

A more comfortable visit than all loved ones in sight

It is a treasure to see

The people that care

Think of the experiences

The reasons to share

 

Feelings in the Hospital

 

Feelings we face when health is an issue

The heart or the liver and broken bones and what have you

The ability to heal and put the world on hold

And back off commitments and let work grow cold

The feelings we face to acknowledge them well

The ability to move forward and life’s, lessons to tell

To have my heart beat come down to low

Intense in emergency for healing did go

The feeling of helplessness, so dizzy and cold

A heart beat near zero as circumstances unfold

The documentation of life and feelings as they progress

Helplessness, despair, emotions; in a mess

We did not ask to be born

We do not ask to die

The trials of life, the maturity to try

Every day is a challenge,

New horizons appear

The comfort in family, the love that’s a cheer

 

Uncertainty of operations

And professionals to give trust

The decision on health issues consultation a must

Look at the options, experiences are grand

With hope and faith in the palm of our hand

 

The flip flop of emotion at a hospital stay

To develop a routine and be well on my way

 

Meeting the nurses, the people that care

The ground work and dedication

The love that they share

Needs being met, needles, administered with skill

The volume of compassion, my greatest thrill

 

Young nurses with families that serve day and night

Know the sacrifices for a community with insight

The hospital setting, time comes to an end

What an experience, a message to send

 

The fears in a hospital

Intervenes and such

A positive attitude we need so much

 

The Waiting Game

 

Waiting for approval for decision, no doubt

The outcome of tests and what path to come about

The waiting of uncertainty, for the all clear this night

Plays on the mind in a hospital so right

 

Think of the security with doctors around

Even the nurses where comfort is found

A symphony of health care where each note has a pitch

That is the goal where health care is rich

Decisions and options and making a move

Personal concerns to fit in the groove

 

 

 

A New Bed: New Room

 

A new bed tonight with slightly different controls

Like driving a chariot

As dreams they unfold

Think of the opportunities to be moved around

From room to room as quarantines are stood down

A joy to meet people

A message to share

As the body wears out, new thoughts we compare

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Scenes of the Family Gathering

Scenes of the Family Gathering

By David Smith August 28, 2017

 

He sat behind her with long flowing hair

Dipped it in the ink-well for the colour to compare

That ink stain had to be removed

Her hair kept getting shorter

And emotion on the move

That was in Grade School

Now fast forward in time

She got engaged and he sabotaged the rhyme

 

With his bewitching charm and competitive way

She broke her engagement and married him in her day

That is the tale, now, four boys on the scene

And a little girl so thoughtful and keen

The family grows and time takes hold

Life passes on and relationships unfold

 

In family gatherings, stories brought to light

Dynamics of a family, so vibrant and so bright

All the family stories, to document and weave

Much more fascinating, than TV fiction to believe

Family gatherings, priceless gems to pass on

Family dynamics where sparks have shone

 

The Family Gathering

My two aunts so wonderful to see

They get along wonderful, so beaut-i-ful-ly

The bonds of family so neatly tied

The family tree, its dynamics inside

Next generation, soaking up like a sponge

Family accomplishments, information to plunge

 

Great family stores to document in time

Family history; we create, in our prime

From the cradle to the grave, document what’s grand

Log it and date it and keep it at hand

Pass it on to the youth, let the next generation grow

Pass on the value, family history to know

 

 

 

The Family

 

On both sides of the family cousins to see

Childhood memories come back to me

Seeing my aunts, where imagery is strong

Remembering Mom and Dad

My youth is now gone

The next generations don’t even know

Our struggles and development and how we grow

 

With all life’s technology and distance we’ve come

The next generation with smart-phones that hum

A simpler era, when in my prime

Now its computers and spyware we find

Invasion of privacy and pictures in RAM

Passwords and disc space we continually cram

 

On both sides of the family

First cousins to see

My security blanket

When Mom and Dad were with me

depression is the Artists’ fuel for success

Depression is the artists’ fuel for success

By David Smith July 20, 2017

 

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

The roller-coaster ride comes down after a gig

Agony and depression, like a prison with a lid

 

Beautiful performers that give their all to a crowd

Fall in love with the audience, that heart beat so loud

Then the quietness, the drop of the tears

Alone and depressed drained of life’s glorious cheers

 

Being an artist on that roller-coaster of life

The fuel for success in front of an audience so bright

Listen to the heart beat, alone off the stage

The agony of loneliness, where tears are engaged

Listen to the heart beat, the musicians’ tune

Excited on the stage, then alone in their room

Bet you can’t eat just one

Bet you Can’t East just one

Inspired by  Potato Chip Commercial

By David Smith May 13, 2017

 

Bet you can’t eat just one?

They become addictive, like kisses in the hot sun

That salty taste, the crunch between the teeth;

Like saliva and spit, and desire that is so sweet;

 

Bet you can’t eat one, as lust starts to rise

That focus on chips, where fine taste magnifies

That hunger to embrace, flesh against flesh

Just the anticipation and imagination at its best

 

The crispness of one potato chip;

The freshness of a kiss,

The powerful heat of passion,

A world of turmoil and bliss;

A bag of chips and, un-fulfillment of one

As one lonely kiss, where adultery is spun

A Black Leather Bag

A Well Worn Black Leather Bag

By David Smith May 11, 2017

 

 

A black leather bag worn with age;

Think of the files, when it is engaged;

The court doors swing open,

Where hearings are met;

That Black Leather Bag,

Where emotions are kept.

 

 

The files say it all, as they slide in and out;

The well worn zippers,

As compartments squeak and shout,

Think of the clients, all through the years;

Facing the judge with arguments and fears;

 

 

The container of facts,

As scenarios start to spin;

All from the bag,

As truth written within;

The judge sees the bag,

And what it contains;

Duty Council steps forward,

And echoes the refrain.

Why I Hated School

Why I hated School

By David Smith May 10, 2017

 

Why I hated school and that unbearable pain

To go there every day and face abrasiveness again

Why so much anxiety, and why I hate it so

Feeling so intimated in a classroom row

 

Afraid to even speak, confirmed how stupid that I am

Yet smart enough to realize eventually, I can

Putting things in order and phonics was a chore

Being so discouraged and stare upon the floor

Reading not a pleasure, and printing cramped my style

Making tiny circles, writing became worthwhile

 

Teachers had to teach and I had to learn

Just like Push and Pull, conflict my concern

Afraid of teachers from the start,

And nightmares that I had

Piercing voices that went through me

The emotion made me mad

 

Having a short attention span

and  fidgety in class

A very short-term memory

Frustration would always last

And simple things in order,

In left field I would find

Connections unrelated, as I pass the time

 

Learning was a chore,

Now a challenge, I see

Facing trials and difficulties

Makes a healthier me

To step out of my comfort zone

And have that added stress

To develop, and grow for complete happiness

 

No need to be beaten up

With failures and disappointments too

Developing coping skills,

Trials that I worked through

Why I hated school, hits the nail on the head

To use that burning passion, so others can be led

Boredom is an asset

Boredom is an asset

By David Smith December 1, 2016

 

If kids can only realize being bored is part of life

To sit back and breathe the air with splendour and with might

Enjoy the boredom.  The flowing of thoughts

In digesting life, what our experiences, have brought

 

Being bored is the best way to be.

To search within for fulfillment, an eye opener to see

That is the joy, to be bored, and entertained

Tap within, a resource, on how we gained

 

What makes my personality tick? My accomplishments and fears

And being bored, that pause, can have fulfilment to my years

Take the time to study deep,

Our complex nature, for our desires, so sweet

 

Being bored is wonderful, to smell the coffee, no doubt

Studying internal thoughts, where desires come about.

Continually being active, no time to digest

To appreciate life, for complete happiness

If kids can only realize being bored, is a pause

To be comfortable in their skin is reason for applause