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Don't rush
Genre: Clinical
Theme: Everyday work
Don't dare to conflict
With Medics

They can
They can knockout
Using all those
Vile medical terms

For that
For that one needs to
Get through entrance
Join Medical School
Hold on for years
Even more
Just to understand
What they said
Genre: Observational
Theme: Caution
If You

If You
Ask me to draft
Your
Health certificate

I will write
You are beautiful

Nothing else
Genre: Clinical Romance
Theme: Beautiful people have kind heart, compassionate mind, what makes them beautiful.
Who doesn't write you are physically and mentally sound in health, if you are?
Remember, who writes, you are beautiful.
Andrew Rueter Aug 2017
The clinical nature of your tests leaves me
A cynical crater of a mess
My interest begins to wane
When your quiz sparks pain
Like little droplets of rain
Falling on the window pane
Of your picture
That once was scripture
But now seems impure
And superficial
Destroying my hope
Like a missile

You probe like a lawyer
And act like Tom Sawyer
And expect my interest
But I have none to feign
When your image is stained
By the grueling test I went through
That revealed your inner truth
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
Did Whole Body Check Up

But can’t find
Where the pain was
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Package X,Y,Z I never understood.
If asked which package I need to go for,  
Just reply,
let me understand, first.
गणेशजीले सोधे
अब जोगीन
मैले के गर्नु पर्छ ?

मैले भन्दिए
अली
छाटिनु पर्छ
अली
त्यो हजुरको वाहनलाईचै आराम दिनुहोला
अली
धेरै मुख मिठो नगर्नुस्

ल अब त्यो
लड्डु एक्लै नखानुस्

धन्वंतरीको सत्संगमा बस्नुस्
सदा जय होला
शैली : अवलोकन
विषय: विश्व मधुमेह दिवस
पुरानो कागत ल्याउनु भएन?
* छुटेछ बाबु
हिजो आज कुन औषधि, कति खादै हुनुहुन्छ?
* मैले?
* त्यो ३१० रुपैया पर्ने
* पहिले १९० मा पाइन्यो
* बाबुलेनै २ महिना अघि पावर बढाएको

अब भन्नुस् वहाले
कुन औषधि कति पावरको
सेवनगर्नु भएको?
शैली : क्लिनिकल प्रयोगात्मक
विषय : निशब्द
विचार : किताव भित्र नपढेको गुरुले नपढाएको सिक्दैजाने प्रक्रियानै आखिरमा रहेछ क्लिनिकल प्रैक्टिस
May be
You are right

It will start
Under
A pale moon light
To the new rhythm
Of the same old beats

There is a time
When
Nerves get amused

Then after
Genre: Clinical romance
Theme: TGIF || A better Human Project
ryn Oct 2014
Found myself at a dental clinic...
He was the best there was.
Unorthodox and eccentric,
But to the specialised craft, he was boss.

Ran through the bits and bobs
Like any normally would.
The poking and prodding and the mandible X-rays.
Everything cold and clinical, so was the mood.

Strange was what happened next...
Specialist and I then stood facing each other.
He leaned close and pressed his palms against my rib cage.
Held them there over a few breaths before it was over.

Then a brief chat, small talk initiated by the man.
Bespectacled and exceedingly chatty, small in stature.
Talks of politics and odd human behaviours...
What started off as friendly turned into a heated banter.

I then realised that along with his decorated credentials,
Was his propensity to be condescending and arrogant.
Him being the best, I thought I could let it all slide,
But soon enough I opted out of being a willing participant.

Couldn't stand his abrasive cockiness!
I snapped out of being cordial and passive thought.
I wanted him to just stop talking!
I went, "Well, are you going to fix my teeth or not?!"

He was stunned momentarily...
I suppose he hadn't seen that coming.
Then his features softened to a blank
I could almost read the unspoken words he was conjuring.

With an exasperated sigh of resignation,
He uttered his next words swollen with regret
"There's no need...for you only have four years left."
It dawned upon me that my timer has been set.

*And then I woke up...
Had this dream several nights ago. I believe that in a lifetime, we'd probably get at least three dreams that would be etched in our minds forever. So far I've had two... The other is in my earlier writes.
See "Mysterious".
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/831521/mysterious/
Nobody
Asked me
What was that?

Was it the effect
of Ketamine
or you?
Genre: Clinical Romantic
Theme: When the balance is lost ||Dissociative world
Glass Jul 2018
there is a red sparrow  
tasting caramel pecans in the backyard while I lean
against the kitchen counter reminding myself
‘your so passionate about submissiveness and dominance'
(relevant volume of an alleged innumerable intact)
that it’s another morning with a warm cup of coffee
and by the time I arrive at the subway station, there is a man
sitting on a bench painting temptation with blue, reds and purples
whispering oblivion monsoons
and real affection;
yet there is a silence reverent to
a ballad of praise; conjuring all
of the autumn phases, but halfway through the night
I could discuss about clinical studies with the
bittersweet absence of an empty
entrance “debilitated by spring
roots"

- G
Jimmy Bowman Aug 2017
The world is a playground, the rich ring the bell,
the poor queue up and get lost in the smell.
That stench is the lies we're fed to believe.
Depressed, deprived, downtrodden, forgotten, we see
this system is broken, we cannot conceive,
a house where no one has anything in common.
A house that's failed us for so long.
One side shuts us out,
the other cast their morals with doubt.

Hey! Who's this Blair? He could make this our lair.
If we gain power no longer will we cower,
we'll have all the nice things they have over there,
we'll run the playground, sit in the big chair!
And more money, lots and lots of money...
Unlike the people we're supposed to help, how funny.

Things can only get better, it's a d:ream dream.
Play keys today and a scientist tomorrow
Noel at number ten look at our popularity grow!
A real alternative, a party for the working man
pack them up and send them to Iraq while you can!
There's nothing Socialist about a war criminal.
Tony, Tony, Tony how clinical.

Must this injustice persist.

Back in the playground we continue to queue.
Awaiting the bell, looking up at Teresa, wondering...
can we tame a shrew?
A lady turned and muttered to me,
this is no life, I'd go to uni 'cept for the tuition fee,
I work 'til I can't I stop when I die
I've nothing to show, ask yourself why.

There once was a man...

Like in that film when the Jedi appeared
and we all rejoiced and cheered as the leered
because the Jedi ****** off the Tusken Raiders
'cept this aint Tattooine this is earth we've our own Darth Vaders.
Yet I'm sure the Death Star had free health care.
That weren't under threat, that weren't stripped bare.
Workers rights left a little to be desired
but to be fair half of his staff were totally wired.
But this galaxy's not far far away, it's far far too close to home.
And that man I spoke of was purged by his own.
Yet 313,209 voted return of the Jedi.
All those in favour say aye!
To the return of our party, the return of a new hope
the return of an opposition, to the end of this *****.

No to the Blairite,
no to the far right,
and as for austerity?
He sees the severity.
The times are a changin',
the people are raging,
the Tories need caging
and parliament rearranging.

The bell rings out and we start to walk.
We're back to the classroom where no one can talk.
We're spoon fed more lies and then we go home.
Now we have a chance to make government our own.
Written in the wake of the second labour leadership election Jeremy Corbyn won and touches on the state of politics in the uk as well as harping back to the horrible idea of new labour.
Big Virge Aug 2015
I've Heard These Words ...
... SO MANY TIMES ... !!!!!!    
    
"Virge, you've got,    
some, Radical rhymes !!!"    
      
I'm Really Beginning To Wonder WHY ... ?!?!?    
      
Could It Be Because I Speak My Mind ...    
And Am Not Shy To Speak About WHITES ... !?!    
      
RADICAL Can Mean ...    
Fundamental Inherent And ESSENTIAL ..... !!!    
      
But Use of My Mental ...    
Through Pad And Pencil ...    
Or Better Still .... PEN ....    
      
CLEARLY Causes Some OFFENCE ... !!!!!    
      
I'm Wondering When They'll See The TRUTH ... ?!?    
And Face Problems And STOP Suggesting ...      
That Guys Like ME Are .... " RADICAL MEN " .... !!!!!    
      
They Seem ... FRIGHTENED ... ?!?    
of Messages Sent That Feed The Truth To Our Children ...    
      
They LUST CONTROL And Think They'll NEVER ...    
Pay The Toll For Lies They HOLD That Are ... " UNTOLD " ...      
      
Well The Day WILL COME ...      
When Their Heads Will ROLL ... !!!!!    
      
Times Like THESE Are DANGEROUS ... !!!!!    
When We Have KIDS Shooting BULLETS ... !!!!!    
      
NOW Acts Like THIS Are TRULY COLD ... !!!!!    
      
But I'm The One Who's ... RADICAL ... ??!??    
      
I Guess That's Because I'm BLACK and TALL ...    
And Have REJECTED .... " Basketball " .... !!!!!!    
      
But Use My Voice To Make The CALL ... !!!!!    
      
BUREAUCRATS Now NEED TO Fall ... !!!!!    
      
Even If  I Am ... " Blackballed " ... !!!!!    
      
I'm ALREADY BLACK ... !!!!!    
      
I'm Used To That ...    
As I Am ... " Exclusion " ...    
That's A FACT ... !!!!      
      
RACISM Goes SO FAR BACK ... !!!!!!!!!    
      
That People Now Think ... Men Like Me ...    
Should Just ... " CALM DOWN " ...      
      
"I should be Grateful !"    
      
"May I ask, what for ?"    
      
"Some black people, are now adored !"    
      
"But, what about those who remain poor ?    
or those like me, who still can't walk through certain doors !"    
      
"Young man, you have some Radical Thoughts !"    
      
Words Like THOSE Within My Prose ...      
Simply Show .....    
      
It's NOW About The Way I THINK ... !!!    
      
NOT About My ... Darkened Skin ... !!!!    
      
But THAT For Certain ...    
Does NOT Help ... !!!! ...    
      
I'm Deemed To Be A RADICAL ... !!!      
      
Because My Mind Is Clinical and Quizzical ...      
And Questions Things ... " Political " ... ???    
      
Why ... !?!    
      
Well Because Otherwise ...    
I May Start Being ... PHYSICAL ... !!!!!    
      
I've Made My Choice So Now Scribble ...      
My Questions Keeping Them Simple ... !!!!!    
      
Of Course I'm Somewhat Critical ...    
of Groups Who FEAR ... INDIVIDUALS ... !?!      
      
Such As ME ...    
They FEAR My Speech ...      
And YES My Style of Poetry ...      
And Keep On Saying ..." I'm SCARY !" ...    
      
THEY Choose To Be Pretentious ... !?!    
And Say I Am ... CONTENTIOUS ... !!!    
      
THEY Really Are ...    
So ... " PRECIOUS " ... !!!      
      
About Their Use of Letters ... !!!    
      
These People Are Pretenders ... !!!!!!    
      
And Probably Had Forefathers ...      
Who Kept Slaves In ... Their Cellars ... !!!!!    
      
Well I Am An UPSETTER ... !!!    
Just Like Lee Perry's Fellas ... !!!    
      
And YES No Matter WHAT THEY DO ... !!!    
These Snakes Will NEVER QUELL US ... !!!!!    
      
See I'm NOT LIKE ... " Marcellus " ...      
Pulp Fictioned' With ... " THE GIMP " ... !!!!!!    
      
Bent Over ... ***** ... !!!!!    
And Watched By ... " HIM " ... !!!!!    
Who's Sitting Waiting .....................................................    
      
...... LICKING LIPS ...... !!!!!!!!!!!!!    
      
Now THAT To Me Is ... RADICAL ... !!!!!    
But Seems To Be ... " Acceptable " ... !!!    
      
Well CLEARLY I'm MORE DANGEROUS ... ?!?    
Than Those Who Do THIS Kind of Stuff ... !?!?!?!    
      
Come On Now Folks ... !!!    
Your Record's ... BROKE ... !!!    
      
I Don't Take Coc'... !!!    
And Don't Believe In Guns That SMOKE ... !!!!!    
      
So How Am I ... ?    
A ... " RADICAL BLOKE " ... ?!?    
      
Views You HOLD Are Such A JOKE ... !!!      
      
I SEE Of Course ...      
It's Things I Say About ... " POLICE " ...      
      
CORRUPTION And The Lies They FEED ... !!!!!    
      
NEVER MIND The Men They BEAT On Streets ... !!!!!    
Then Cop A Plea of ... " NOT GUILTY " ... !!!!!    
      
THESE Are Things Requiring SPEECH ... !!!!!    
Life SHOULD BE In Poetry ... !!!!!!!    
      
REALITY ... or FANTASY  ...    
My Wordplay REJECTS ...    
      
..... FALLACIES ..... !!!!!    
      
But Talks About ...    
      
Humanity ... Tragedies ...    
Profanities And YES The Things That ...    
      
.... " ANGER ME " .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    
      
But Don't You See ... ?    
      
My Poetry Is NOT ABOUT Me ... !!!    
      
It's Looking For A Place Where WE ...    
CAN All Be FREE And Live In ... " PEACE " ... !!!    
      
Of  Course ... THAT'S IT ...      
I've Been SO THICK ... !!!!!!!!    
      
It's NOT ABOUT These DUMB RACISTS ...      
      
... " Divide and Conquer " ... !!!    
....... THAT'S The TRICK ....... !!!!!    
      
I'd Be A STAR ...    
If I Spoke of CASH And FLASHY Cars ...      
And ROBBING HOUSES With CROWBARS ... !!!!!      
      
I Guess THIS WAR Will NOT BE WON ... ?!?    
Because of Those Who Are The Ones'  ... !!!!!    
      
HYPOCRITES ....      
Who FEED The Wheel of ... " SEP-AR-A-TION " ... !!!    
      
They NEED A LONG .............. SABBATICAL .......... !!!!!    
That Would Be So ....................... MAGICAL ......... !!!!!!!!!!!!    
      
And Then A Guy Who Speaks Like Me ...    
      
Would NOT BE SEEN As ....      
      
.... " RADICAL " .... !!!!!!
I always found it strange to be labelled as such, when the world has so many more people who, for want of a better word, are REALLY Radical People ... !!!
PJ Poesy Oct 2018
As I am absorbed
in ol' buttermilk sky,
I stand ***** whilst my bare
feet skim neighbor's roof.
I'm pulled West, up. Setting sun
fans rays. Here, I am emitted
in nebulosity.

I care not what
hankerings loosened, let go,
drift back to earth,
to rosy, lilied yard
where chain link encumbered.
Clinical conclusion drawn
in misty misconception
no longer.
Intrinsic am I as air.

Spread my molecules
in scintilla of light. Yes,
even into gray of smog,
as I must admit,
to ***** parts. These
may rain acidic intrusions
in your backyard. Too
much to assimilate?

I never asked for
what rained in mine.
No impurities
have been intended.
Still, I must emit.
My sky awaits.
Catching next cloud out.
TPL Aug 9
Could there be
An exception
To all the rules
Clinical correctness
Lack of conviction
The greatest mistake
I would make it, again
And again
Just to see you


Copyright © 2019. All Rights Reserved.
In an internally persuasive discourse daze
of 'Derevaun Serauan, Derevaun Seraun',
down Dereham Road. Dereham Road. Howl Zion days,
when I was porngaunt, scoreborn.

When I was scoreborn to sweet cur boons,
wild enough to grow psychoplasmic clothes
'low Eurolupine, lyricicatriced moon
(sphere rose over spherical rose).

Poignantly porngaunt, less Ly-tran-der
than deadnamed Dirk Diggler w/ pork Trigger's broom.
Phalloplasty patched fiddler's frankenfurter,
'Wayne Karoshi' my clinical nom-de-plume.

Turn on, tune in & grow up a picayun-
icorn, inconsequential & unique. I coulda been
a downtown tribune, downtown tribune,
but the scoreborn pourscorn like a teen.

Down Dereham Road, Dereham Road of dented
leopard, dented leopard roadkill went doom-
dated whelps. They never repented
the nepenthe, coz scoreborn follows scar boom.

Whether '88, '99, zerozero, borngaunt jeune
squelettes, diaspora of scorers crunch
urban recurrences. Pusherman in the moon,
still ivory dealer of youth's lush putsch.

We skinned up on CD cases, the record sleeves,
& upon the vinyl & CDs. Smaze mauve room,
where mauvais foi of paranoia, twigs & leaves
blessed us blandiose blasphemers maroon.

Tales so slight, vignette vinegaroon
- 'least I chased my own, tho' Hounds of Ultrabox
tore out my tindervox at the gag of moon-
set. Most porcelain storm?  Mornshocked.

Urb cubs slowcooked less porngaunt.
Afa, gluggy, June gloom? Rejoice, it's June!
Youth is wasted, but monsters I'd haunt,
acolytes I'd slough? Gone the same/ remain too soon.
Yenson Dec 2018
The machinesed drones droning ozones
made of homogenised genes by replicants
from clinical doctrines and empirical indulgences
Soulless and efficient, bred for duties destructives

Capitalist fodder, programmed ready for earth's ****
Regulate as required, inputted subs with pigs hearts
Made followers with voracious appetite for blood
mechanised barbarians on leash with one track mix

Human shire horses in designer shods and faulty gauges
Manufactured manufacturers limited and corollated
Factories, dormitories partnered with like, watered
and bedded till tomorrow, audiod to the Sterling whip

Given ample ales, keep blinded and chained
Distract and cater to baser instincts, *** *** ***
Free 'love' free ***, valueless values, what values
Enjoy kids must return to work desk seven on the dot

Time is money, clogs and production
waits for no man, do or your pleasures denied
Money, money money, honey for bees, honey for drones
Soulless, dehumanised, pale, aged at thirty, heart attacks next

Vacuous ghost programmed dunces
Malfunctioning entities devoid of humanity
Superficial plasticated robots, destruction default
Industrial pieces with industrial minds
Chemicalized drunks with wired brains
They roam around screaming freedom and power!
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