"anaesthetist" poems - Hello Poetry

Gendering Woman ******* Beautiful, anatomical part // Ugly, anatomical part Natural, pleasurable // Burdensome, loathsome Female Symbolic // Femme Symbolic MALIGNANT HEALTHY fearful, tearful, wretched // joyful, hopeful, euphoric, bereft, wept, grieving // embryonic, rapt, relieving leaving, loss // believing, gain m a y b e - d e a t h r e - b i r t h BI-LATERAL MASTECTOMIES Operating Theatre SURGEON ANAESTHETIST cleaning/ cutting/ knife/ scalpel // doping/ unconscious/ airway blood / tissue // hypotension loss/ damage // shock drains // sinus rhythm stitches // pain deadening tight binding // reversal drugs POST-OPERATIVE a l i v e a w a k e draining, bound & stitched draining, bound & stitched DRAINED ~ UNBOUND -- UNSTITCHED – Empty chest Flat Chest FREEDOM from Disease FREEDOM from Dis-ease © M.L.Emmett

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC

magicpoet01

Gendering Woman *******

Gendering Woman ******* Beautiful, anatomical part // Ugly, anatomical part Natural, pleasurable // Burdensome, loathsome Female Symbolic // Femme Symbolic MALIGNANT HEALTHY fearful, tearful, wretched // joyful, hopeful, euphoric, bereft, wept, grieving // embryonic, rapt, relieving leaving, loss // believing, gain m a y b e - d e a t h r e - b i r t h BI-LATERAL MASTECTOMIES Operating Theatre SURGEON ANAESTHETIST cleaning/ cutting/ knife/ scalpel // doping/ unconscious/ airway blood / tissue // hypotension loss/ damage // shock drains // sinus rhythm stitches // pain deadening tight binding // reversal drugs POST-OPERATIVE a l i v e a w a k e draining, bound & stitched draining, bound & stitched DRAINED ~ UNBOUND -- UNSTITCHED – Empty chest Flat Chest FREEDOM from Disease FREEDOM from Dis-ease © M.L.Emmett

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What an intriguing opportunity a trip to Rose Cottage, Sure sounds magical to me, It's not a woodland haven or a diminutive house by the shore, Came out from anaesthetist's trip, I drifted, in and out, A crazy dream it seemed, Woke in rose pink room, Thought I hadn't made it through, For in the land of work, A flip side of such a romantic image seen, Rose Cottage, delightful though it sounds is life's penultimate stop called mortuary, Before undertaking on one final trip, Final destination, last stop guaranteed! I wrote this as I left work after work and heard a porter discussing coming to take a patient to 'Rose Cottage'......It made me think....Hence writing this....and the anaesthetic bit is true...Freaked me out at the time!! Livvi ** By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Aug 17, 2013

Aug 17, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC

olivia-kent

Intrigue!

What an intriguing opportunity a trip to Rose Cottage, Sure sounds magical to me, It's not a woodland haven or a diminutive house by the shore, Came out from anaesthetist's trip, I drifted, in and out, A crazy dream it seemed, Woke in rose pink room, Thought I hadn't made it through, For in the land of work, A flip side of such a romantic image seen, Rose Cottage, delightful though it sounds is life's penultimate stop called mortuary, Before undertaking on one final trip, Final destination, last stop guaranteed! I wrote this as I left work after work and heard a porter discussing coming to take a patient to 'Rose Cottage'......It made me think....Hence writing this....and the anaesthetic bit is true...Freaked me out at the time!! Livvi ** By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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I was a new-born when you promised You would carry me anywhere I wanted And at any time I wanted, You promised me safety You promised me freedom. Dedicated and deceptive You had teased me growing up But I never would have predicted How malicious you could be You fooled everyone, even me. Parts of you were destroyed But you always found other ways To stick out, ugly and obscene You screamed at me, you harassed me And everyone else recoiled. You were ruthless, relentless, I needed your permission to leave On the worst days I could do nothing But lie there and seethe. You were always there waiting, Until I was distracted, to capture me Trapping me in a time loop dimension Loop after loop after loop; Like an elaborate knot. My tongue no longer tasted My humanity began to rust Like a corpse and its restless ghost I was dormant but deprived of sleep How could I rest under your glare? Like a deranged anaesthetist You forced me to the very edge I hung over that abyss, wondering If you would let my hand go, or pull me up Until boredom struck again Amidst the beeping and droning machines Serpentine, you still twisted around me Pungent disinfectant; the white-room scent And the pointed metal tips Their shrieking tongues turned to monotone. Well, organs and cells, I had long outgrown you and Your demented, slothful ways What did we have in common Anymore aside from me? But we are bound like conjoined twins As fused together as can be I’d die without you, you’d die without me I aim to live in harmony with you And help you gain a much sunnier hue.

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

aliceellen

Chronic Betrayal

I was a new-born when you promised You would carry me anywhere I wanted And at any time I wanted, You promised me safety You promised me freedom. Dedicated and deceptive You had teased me growing up But I never would have predicted How malicious you could be You fooled everyone, even me. Parts of you were destroyed But you always found other ways To stick out, ugly and obscene You screamed at me, you harassed me And everyone else recoiled. You were ruthless, relentless, I needed your permission to leave On the worst days I could do nothing But lie there and seethe. You were always there waiting, Until I was distracted, to capture me Trapping me in a time loop dimension Loop after loop after loop; Like an elaborate knot. My tongue no longer tasted My humanity began to rust Like a corpse and its restless ghost I was dormant but deprived of sleep How could I rest under your glare? Like a deranged anaesthetist You forced me to the very edge I hung over that abyss, wondering If you would let my hand go, or pull me up Until boredom struck again Amidst the beeping and droning machines Serpentine, you still twisted around me Pungent disinfectant; the white-room scent And the pointed metal tips Their shrieking tongues turned to monotone. Well, organs and cells, I had long outgrown you and Your demented, slothful ways What did we have in common Anymore aside from me? But we are bound like conjoined twins As fused together as can be I’d die without you, you’d die without me I aim to live in harmony with you And help you gain a much sunnier hue.

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Caught surprised We fall down ****** Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist So we sought the fat ventriloquist Sat down upon his greasy fist. He said: We have your measure By birth and by hat size Domestic displeasure Subvert and destabilize More bread and more butter Hold her nose and she swallows While Rome burns We toast marshmallows.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC

david-s-m-watt

Caught Surprised

Caught surprised We fall down ****** Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist So we sought the fat ventriloquist Sat down upon his greasy fist. He said: We have your measure By birth and by hat size Domestic displeasure Subvert and destabilize More bread and more butter Hold her nose and she swallows While Rome burns We toast marshmallows.

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*islam provided a change of etymology, ha satan is no longer a matter of definite or indefinite accusation; more a case of the accusing deceived, for it it now know that the downfall of israel due to king solomon was due to an accuser indeed, but its resurrection could only be incremented by a deceiver.* p.s. a philosopher that does not meddle in theological nouns will continue, time and time again, entrenched in whether hydrochloric is true to qualify rather than already lose to the aristotelian quantification parameter of naming, cf., properly; apparently there's an atom spare and it justifies socrates uttering he knew nothing while being paradoxically engaged in the previously un-discovered dialectics to undermine rhetoric with a methodology (i.e. knowing something). before they pulled my upper madible wisdom teeth out i was asked a question by the anaesthetist to which i replied quo vadis, odd, because i should have said qua vadis, meaning in translation not where are you going, but in second in command: *what is your manner of travelling the path being fulfilled? by foot or by hoofed trot?*, which would make up a chiral momentary inertia where i, a poet, about to have his wisdom teeth pulled out, and he, an anaesthetist induced a coma on me; so it made sense, basically.

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

to'h ast sylvester!

*islam provided a change of etymology, ha satan is no longer a matter of definite or indefinite accusation; more a case of the accusing deceived, for it it now know that the downfall of israel due to king solomon was due to an accuser indeed, but its resurrection could only be incremented by a deceiver.* p.s. a philosopher that does not meddle in theological nouns will continue, time and time again, entrenched in whether hydrochloric is true to qualify rather than already lose to the aristotelian quantification parameter of naming, cf., properly; apparently there's an atom spare and it justifies socrates uttering he knew nothing while being paradoxically engaged in the previously un-discovered dialectics to undermine rhetoric with a methodology (i.e. knowing something). before they pulled my upper madible wisdom teeth out i was asked a question by the anaesthetist to which i replied quo vadis, odd, because i should have said qua vadis, meaning in translation not where are you going, but in second in command: *what is your manner of travelling the path being fulfilled? by foot or by hoofed trot?*, which would make up a chiral momentary inertia where i, a poet, about to have his wisdom teeth pulled out, and he, an anaesthetist induced a coma on me; so it made sense, basically.

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