#nurses
We are the backbones,
We care.
For the sick, we stand and fight,
Advocating day and night.
In the shadows of white coats,
We follow their lead.
Through tears and pain,
We endure,
Because the sick are our need.
In the turmoil of the wards,
We calm the storm.
We keep the hospital steady,
In every form.
Though often overlooked,
We are the silent core.
The health sector's lifeblood,
Its operating system and more.
The comfort of the sick—
Our unwavering aim.
Their well-being is our pride,
And their healing, our claim.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 12:46 PM UTC
We walk among hero’s every day.
And they are recognised,
But not nearly enough.
They all fight on the same team,
They don’t always have the same uniforms,
But they fight for you, out of love.
They get paid sure, just about,
But it doesn’t keep them there,
It’s their compassion.
They suffer long hours, and bad pay,
Overworked, overwhelmed,
Something we need to refashion.
Yet they continue, fighting for your health,
Mending wounds, treating disease,
Doing their all, doing what they can.
They do it with a smile, a friendly face,
They do it agile, and with grace,
Yet they’re just human, not Superman.
They’re on the frontline, hands on,
They’re behind the scenes,
Each a cog, in a massive machine.
But this machine is built by living parts,
And they’re breaking more and more,
Physically, emotionally, everything in between,
Yet they carry on.
They continue to fight.
A battle never won.
Recognised and praised,
These are our heroes,
Recognised, revered, yet still unsung.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 5:59 AM UTC
BEWARE seniors are targeted for demolition
They make it look like an accidental solution
First patient visits general doctor then you are asked to fill in tons of weird questionnaire asking specifically how many relatives are still that care about your well being
Upon filling up fraudulent medical required paperwork asking front desk for a copy of documents it's denied and any attempts to complain about the issue they make you into a crazy person with dementia and enter fraudulent
illness codes on file trashing medical records and patient healthy otherwise will be targeted.
If going for a simple UTI antibiotics
are denied and visits to dentist
patient made to wait until all patients have left
To inject poisons into patients mouth.
Patient is often asked to submit to invasive tests
ordered by visiting unlicenced nurses
instead of doctors
Most general doctors never get involved
they allow the evil doer greedy ******** to do away with their evil deed for a cut in the fraudulent life insurance.
The patients family is usually victimized they lie divide and plot to ****** the loving sage wise relative that was made into a estranged.
Most crooked doctors patients have a list of life insurances fraudulent in nature which they renew and then extort the money from victimized
grown next of kin .
Trashing the innocent elderly parent
even more to the eyes of patients grown kids
to embarrass them.
Later years later the patient has been tortured infected on purpose during minor medical procedures
But all you crooks on *******
habitual drug user morons
crooks are not above the law
Publishing this awareness
that what happened to us
is happening
to your loved ones somewhere else
in this amazing superpower heavenly USA
becoming a **** hole disgrace
called North America
with it's madness rampart
mass shootings
and covert greedy medical Neo Natzis
Abusing medicare Medicaid system
Pre meditating the killing maiming of elderly.
Now martial law continues
targeting senior population US citizens
in hospitals.
Define all this hell life going wrong
hate crimes against beautiful courageous
dodging bullet immigrants.
Like myself.
As to the evil greedy psychopath's
trashing me to the 11 winds to my family
beware I pray Psalm 109
**** murderers human trafficants
psychopaths
To the jealous Liz W and Henry R W
His ****** twisted girl friend
evil nurse sociopath sterile
haina with the fraudulent birth certificates
Some idiot bailed you out of ******* and you implicated me sold my child my life for your evil deeds and bad habits
Your evil doer now you're made public.
All of you are on the FBI list being
investigated.
You will be cought imprisoned
with each crime you attempt
to commit
You will be made to pay.
~~
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 5:43 PM UTC
Sixty-seven children have been slaughtered.
Sixty-seven dreams have been shattered.
Sixty-seven beautiful faces have now vanished.
Sixty-seven vibrant smiles have faded.
Sixty-seven beds are left empty.
Palestinian children, like all children, love to play.
Palestinian children are longing for peace.
The children of Gaza dream to be teachers, nurses, artists, engineers, and doctors.
Palestinian children want to breathe.
Palestinian children's lives matter!
(Palestinian children killed by Israel in Gaza in May, 2021)
Hussein Dekmak
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC
Nurses bursaries scrapped
Wages capped
Students unpaid, betrayed
By a stratified social system
That ***** on the helpless and the selfless
"Gratitude" is expressed
Not by redressing the balance
But with a clap
Followed by a stab in the back:
Oh, snap.
We're sick of your hollow applause: pause
Rewind your mind three years
To when you jeered
And blocked their cause with a cheer:
Tell me, is your conscience clear?
And when we think
You can't sink any lower
You throw a fresh blow:
Increase front line pay
But decline the same for our warriors in blue
Who saved your **** neck on that ICU
And the saddest part
Of this sorry story, Tory
Is we're outraged and dismayed
At the disdain you've displayed
But amazed? No.
Your track record is traceable
Applause a mere mask
Tasked with shielding years of austerity
That's crippled our NHS
With alarming prosperity
This proverbial middle finger
Will linger
In the memories of those who chose
A career of care
Over privilege and flair
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Date an Air Hostess
and U shall fly,
First Class on Her Flight.
Date a Lady Teacher
and She will Teach U,
how to Read and Write.
Date a Poetess
and She will Compose U,
A Poem filled with Verses.
Date a Lady Doctor,
U will be attended by
all Her Pretty Nurses.
Date a Lady Cop
and U shall find Yourself,
behind Bars.
Date a Female Alien
and U will land Yourself,
on Saturn or Mars.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
A heartfelt thanks to all going
To work on the front line knowing
You are stepping into harms way,
Risking your lives every day
In caring for, and comforting
All those in pain and suffering.
For the fantastic job you do,
Stepping up when we needed you,
For the sacrifices you make
And the daily risks you take,
The country should never forget
We are forever in your debt.
You are true heroes all of you
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…….
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
Today is World Health Day
It is an opportunity to appreciate
"The role of nurses and midwives
in saving world from corona threat"
They are doing untiringly long
duties without proper rest
Saving the world without
the fear of self infection
Let us applaud their valuable
role with two words of respect
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
She held my hand
and dried my sweating brow
"I never asked her"
She comforted me when I was alone
and fed me when I was hungry
"I never asked her"
She washed me when I was unclean
and covered me in warm sheets
"I never asked her"
She blew me a kiss when she left
and said I'll see you tomorrow
"I never thanked her"
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
In times like these we must beware,
for we know not when end is near,
know your purpose in this world,
for time has come to be sincere.
To all those people fighting bold,
whose days are long and nights are cold,
for you and I they risk their lives,
so now’s the time to make them smile.
Give them strength and power too,
for we know not what they go through.
Show respect, support them too:
to all those angels, we need you.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
24 begins with its cruel rule:
"No sustenance or quenching of thirst
until the sad/happy day passes."
Caring women with initials enter
Poking, prodding, asking the same questions,
While loved ones nervously watch.
Close friends, friends, and strangers
Phone and visit, offering their comforting words.
"We love you." "We're praying for you."
"Make a pact with God." "Chin up!" "Happy Birthday!"
Their messages intermingle with disquieting thoughts
Of hopes and dreams left unfulfilled.
"Why me?" "What now?" "I knew it was too good to be true."
As hunger gnaws, and expectation is postponed.
A caring woman with initials enters one last time,
Poking, prodding, asking the same questions,
As the pushers of the bed arrive with their benign smiles.
Unwanted darkness returns,
As uncommon mortals work at their bizarre craft,
Opening the golden bowl,
Exposing its precious contents.
East and West Coast loved ones,
Separated by time and circumstance,
Carry on their prayerful vigil.
As 24 continues,
Surrounded by love,
Sustained by hope.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Bring to me your broken down
Your rattling and cracked
Send me all your fractured hearts
The pains; the sprains and smarts
Deliver to me your wounded
Your tortured mentally alone
Pass to me your elderly infirm
The babies born before their term
Rush to me your weak of will
Your dependant; addicted and lost
Blow to me those down on their knees
The drunk. Morose. Self-inflicted injuries
Laugh with me at human things
Your odd accidents and stories
Triage with me as I tend the wound
Make you better than the you I found
Present to me your desperate
Your shattered and your morbid
Breathe with me as surgery makes well
Exhale! On my skill your fate befell
Lay on me your one in three
Your canker’d and your wretched
Move to me those at end of time
When curtain falls on final pantomime
Please bear with me when times get hard
When I slip up and make odd mistake
Pray for me at seventy. No dotage; still I strive
So proud to play my part in keeping you alive
Raise thanks with me for visionary
My creator; father Aneurin Bevan
Have patience with me when I seem slow
Many patients to see in daily ebb and flow.
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
When shall we
three meet again?
Maggie said,
sitting in the bath,
sensing the hot water
about her limbs.
The two nurses,
one large, blonde haired,
the other tall and slim,
looking scared, did not reply,
but stood either side
of the woman, criminality insane,
watching her every move.
When shall we meet again?
Maggie repeated, eyeing
the red soap, brushing
her lips again the red,
remembering Jamie
her lost lover, whom
she murdered, now dead.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
"We are the witnesses to how alike all men bleed."
Man our easel, we stretch clean canvas over scarlet brushstrokes,
We work stitchings like guitar strings,
find a melody in the mending,
hide scars like bass, in clean skin,
and hide the pain from each ending.
Their lungs sing.
An alto for death's row,
its sound makes your heart slow.
Let's see what you have inside,
with open eyes, your mother cried,
in toupe-walled rooms, we cut the cord,
no savage mark by a doctor's sword.
Just silence and sadness,
greyness and madness,
long halls and dancers,
small windows and glances.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
I placed the Camus book
face down on the canteen table
other nurses sat over the way talking
looking at some magazine
smoke rose from a cigarette
put on the side of an ashtray
I sipped my coffee
and looked down
at the bumf on the back cover
of the book
The Outsider
by Albert Camus
and other black print
I felt an outsider
outside the circle
of behind the back talk
the chitchat of this and that
I thought the mentally ill patients
more desirable company
with their smiles
and odd stares
and drooling mouths
I thought about Natanya
the night before
us at it in the bed
she holding me
about the waist
me looking down at her
at her black hair
her eyes gazing
the bed rocking away
she maybe thinking what
her kids might think
might say
a nurse got up
from the table
and laughed about something
then she went on her way
out the door
the other three sat
and talked about her
probably or more likely
me.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
With my hands
I move myself
to the side of the bed,
and stare around
with sightless eyes,
wondering if the nurse
put the commode
near the bed
as she said she would.
I try to balance
on one hand
as I search around
with the other.
The pain
in my leg stumps
nags at me
each time I move.
I touch
the commode arm,
and try and move myself
in a position,
that I may
be able to get
on the commode,
but as I move forward
I fall into darkness,
and hit my head,
and land on my back,
and stare into
a painful blackness.
Grace,
a voice says,
what are you doing?
I face the voice:
I wanted to get
on the commode,
I say.
You must ask,
the voice says.
I want to be
independent,
I say.
Not just yet;
now keep still
while we assess you
for damage,
the voice says.
She calls out for help;
I hear footsteps
running and another
voice says,
what's Grace
doing on the floor?
She was trying to get
on the commode
by herself,
the other voice says.
Shall I call a doctor
to examine her?
I'm all right,
I say,
nothing broken;
just the usual
pains and aches.
Your head is bleeding,
a voice says;
other voices come.
I lie still
and stare at
the darkness
around me,
attempting to stare
at faces
I cannot see.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Hands are for healing,
Alleviating, soothing,
Balms for calming,
Gently restoring,
Curative hands,
From many lands,
To salve and ease,
Free remedies,
Hands for comforting,
Hands are for healing.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
The nurses
must think I’m asleep
because my eyes are closed
but my blind eyes
can see nothing
whether open or closed
I lie thinking
about how I danced
with Clive back in 1939
what will happen
to Grace now?
one nurse says
talking nearby
her leg stumps
are healing now
but whether she'll walk again
depends how she copes
another nurse says
no sight either
how does she
make out that?
the first nurse says
she's still pretty though
no scars or ****** damage
and that gentleman
who visited her
wants to take her
out to dinner when
she is more able
I lie still
pretend I am sleeping
wanting to hear more
my leg stumps throb
and my none
existent feet itch
and I want
to scratched them
but lie still
trying to act
a sleeping beauty
waiting for my prince
to come
her house was bombed
but she was pulled
out alive but her maid
was killed
the nurse says
breaking into my act
the feet itching
the stumps throbbing
my eyes wanting
to see again
the nurses move away
outside
hitting windows
a harsh fall of rain.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I am lying flat on the bed,
a nurse is rubbing my leg stumps,
her hands are smooth,
fingers skillful.
Another nurse
is beside me;
I can hear
their conversation
between each other.
She died in the night,
the nurse nearby says,
terrible wounds,
didn't think she
would survive.
I think of Jean
and how she had
just gone off after
our row yesterday.
Her children were dead
at the scene;
the house took a direct hit
in last night's blitz,
the nurse nearby says.
It is tragic children
being killed like that,
the nurse rubbing
my leg stumps says.
I stare at the area
of their voices as if
I could see,
but I see nothing,
darkness where voices
come from.
My hands lie dormant
by my sides.
It is oddly sensual
this rubbing,
painful but sensual,
as if the mixture
of pain and rubbing
combined to make it
seem sensual.
I remember Clive
touching me the last time,
his hands moving
between my legs
and kissing my feet
and even now
I sense his kisses.
The last time
we made love.
There between me
he lay.
Then, he was gone
and died at Dunkirk.
The reality shocks me
and I move,
Steady , Grace,
steady, am I hurting you?
the nurse says,
holding my leg stumps.
No,
I say,
no just a memory.
She rubs again,
the sensuality fighting
with the pain.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
When you got home in the early morning hours
You said that you were with someone
I was not mad
When you told me how you met them
You had the night of your life
I was not mad
When you told me that you tried to leave their room
You were begged not to go
I was not mad
When you told me you felt so connected to them
You were their everything
I was not mad
When you told me how you placed your hands on their chest
You told me of the breaths you shared
I was not mad
When you fell into my arms, cried and told me
You had barely saved their life
I was so proud
-For all who have sacrificed for the well being of the unknowns-
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
There are few words to describe how I feel about the love of my life,
but I hope that this will.
"I sit beside a nurse
The love of my life
And God willing one day
She will be my wife.
I watch her get ready
Her makeup and hair.
And smile as she goes
Where only few dare.
She walks beside the timid,
The mild and meek
She is the strength
When they are the weak.
She battles the sickness
The lows and the highs.
She is the savior of so many lives.
She is my angel
My princess, my queen.
My nurse is the maker of so many dreams."
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
I have faith in medical science
But little in practice.
Straight spined doctors
Racing stopwatches against
Their appointment books.
Extolling the virtues of thousands of years of medical research
But unable to consider anyone's opinion other than their own.
Kindly, soft-voiced nurses shuffling from
Room to room
Doling out condolences and reassurances
Paired with regimens
Of drugs and IVs.
While Old Time in the ticking clock
Slows
To a dead crawl.
And the noise of heartbeats on machines
And discussions out in the hall
And loved ones distracting and pacifying patients in beds
Layer on top of one another to form a firm blanket of
Crushing. Boredom.
And the antiseptic smell does nothing to ease
The passing of time spent waiting
While the medical machine spins its wheels
To the chime of slot machines.
And the bustling rush outside a curtain
On hard white floors,
Does less than lend a sense a peace
But more of frantic urgency.
Minute long - task oriented visits
Where they know names, numbers, and insurance coverage
And they know how many steps it takes for them
To lend more of their valuable time
In that modern balance of cost and care.
Leaving me wondering,
Where did the connection go?
I wonder where peoples' trust went
And when it was replaced with,
"How much will this cost me?"
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Nurses know best,
Better than the rest,
Nurses do the basics,
Drugs for all,
Including Lasix,
Never mind, they'll say,
Better tomorrow than today,
You'll improve each day,
Never mind, be home soon,
That's their daily tune,
Never mind, never mind,
Words fixed firmly in time,
Better than the rest---
Nurses know best!!
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
for centuries they have been around in every city, village and town
they was known under many different names and yet no two
were ever the same.
they are known as the angels of mercy, also te kind hearted souls
who helped the sick , the dieing , the old.
they see aches, pains and suffering every day while family members
may hide or run away.
they share with the sick , stories. pains and tears
and they wipe away their fears.
their faces may be the last faces that the dieing may see
as they bring them comfort in the life to be.
nurses don't work under doctors , they work as equals with them !
they give them meds and hold their hands to let them know they understand.
the nurses are the soldiers on the battlefields who fight the wars
they are the ones who know the score.
when they have to turn a patient on their side so
that they can clean their behinds and making sure
they have no bedsores before they walk out the door.
they also have times of joy when they see the birth
of a girl or boy, and of when a patient can walk out the door on their own
because of the caring a nurse has shown.
they are the last stop between healing and dieing
and of this there is no denying.
(C) L . RAMS042715
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC