I walk from work a smile upon my face
a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place.
Where sick and injured come in through the door
and we are always ready to care for.
Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep,
all beds are full, and to their needs we leap.
Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP
take blood, a urine test, an ECG.
Put in an I.V. Cannula I will
if veins are difficult, it takes some skill.
Next, take them to Xray to have a scan
or, if their bladder's full offer a pan.
For pain, give medication, reassess?
but if they vomit, I'll clean up their mess.
For patient comfort always tops the list,
and to ensure this happens I'll assist.
When cold, a nice warm blanket brings a smile
sometimes I'll hold their hand a little while.
With reassuring voice allay their fears,
if they're upset then wipe away their tears.
Write up my notes including all I've done,
hand over to the next nurse one by one.
The hours seem to quickly run away
and soon my shift is finished for the day.
I'll say goodbye to patients in my care
be glad, that on this day I have been there.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
A busy shift, Emergency the place.
The journey back
The trail
An Author of books
“FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL” my look
From Miami to Key West
The whom being I
4 hour venture to tour Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, Florida
Through his writings encouraged me to write
Extending my own words into theory
Mr. Hemingway being the vision of what words can be, and illustrating thoughts
The whom being can
The glance and grasp
I did a critical analysis of my College English 101 Professor’s Assigned I chose “FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL”
I got an A for my analysis of the book
Ernest Hemingway was an impact
His words bringing fact
His accomplishments are hard to keep track
Ernest Hemingway write up
Analysis complete.
sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
Electric cars
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big, smooth, and artless, designed by
a computer and a hundred technicians in white coats
it is said:" Too many cooks spoil the broth."
I stop with my small Mercedes that has a high seat and clear
View at a roundabout waiting to go, Tesla inches forward
looking like an elegant lady who has paid for her beauty
by sacrificing her womb, no one will remember her when
something new appears, and it will!
I have had many cars, bought for their charm sometimes
they broke down, but they had what Tesla did not
Personality!!!
Electric cars
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big, smooth, and artless, designed by
a computer and a hundred technicians in white coats
it is said:" Too many cooks spoil the broth."
I stop with my small Mercedes that has a high seat and clear
View at a roundabout waiting to go, Tesla inches forward
looking like an elegant lady who has paid for her beauty
by sacrificing her womb, no one will remember her when
something new appears, and it will!
I have had many cars, bought for their charm sometimes
they broke down, but they had what Tesla did not
Personality!!!
Sometimes in one’s life they often wonder why do they write?
The words guide one in what to say
The thought it should go this way
This is a mission every day
Writing comes from the heart with a need
That’s the proceed
What do people see?
Is writing from thoughts yesterday and it became tomorrow sought?
Some people won’t be honest in being false, and not tell the truth
Years have moved on since my youth
Wisdom is living proof
It goes beyond words
Mounts to the bull’s eye of understanding
Comes down to experience and knowledge gained
One can always say, but can one believe?
Full of questions
The real questions and answers come from within
Abilities and assurance
Confident at will
Writer true with no false details
No worry of Fail
Momentum of one’s trail
Writer spoken words
Write up
Keep up
Just don’t get fed up
Tomorrow’s sunrise
Sunshine bright
There will be cloudy days
That too shall fade away
Writing is whenever and forever
The ideas come from being clever
Endure in everlasting
Betty Grable and June Havner
Brought the Dolly Sisters to Life on the big screen
It was 1945
They should have both had top billing
Somehow John Payne sneaked into the middle of them
in every single promotional advertisement
I think this is a reflection of how women are treated
as second class citizens
Dolly sisters, studio, not Dolly end caps!
I loved the movie, every bit of it
but do not like the way the producers
decided to write up the billing
Don't you feel strange?
Why we've turned into like this?
Like a stranger,
Who reminisce.
Wonder if you possibly,
Think about us.
Or its just me dragging,
What happened once?
You never meant those words,
You wrote on the window.
I would ask, if it could,
The memories with you to undo.
Lemme guess, Is, at least,
The "hello" so hard for you to say?
Where to make me your valentine,
You were on your way.
How can I forget the hickey,
You gave by your pinch?
And now, do we even take,
A step towards us a inch?
I'm writing and writing,
And the thought popped up,
Are you worthy enough,
For a poem, by me, to write up?
It simply took two years,
For you to neglect us.
And today, for my brain,
You are just a disturbance.
At the moment, it's so hard,
About you to write,
'Cause now you're being,
A darkness to my light.
Reminders of you,
Are dead and buried.
I know, there's no more us.
And of it, I'm over and done with.
Once a green worm gets an Agro journal
Finds a write-up about the fresh vernal
Stops eating cabbages, collard and kale
Gets thrilled and goes on reading its own tale
Reads highly and grows into a bookworm
Feels unsafe to be there for a full term
Gets panicked seeing killer solution
Figures out for a quick resolution
Mutates into a moth with glowing hues
Flights around flowers with a lovely muse
Kids Creativity and Learning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Rhyme Zone & HS
Date: 08-03-2023
I'm late to the
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12
More licks.
Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can
Write or read anyway.
The Society is not
What it used to be.
The Calicos hog the floor.
Between coughing
Up hair balls
They espouse on
Innovative scratching posts
And the hidden
Benefits of sour milk.
Siamese are the worst, though.
Not saying a word. Just
Glaring about in creepy pairs.
"We are Siamese if you please DON'T."
I'm having a blast on my own,
Sitting in this tipped-over
Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley
Enjoying my Heathcliff strip.
Classic. Garfield's overwritten.
Heathcliff's real. My old friend,
Iglesias, a true Burmese,
Says he met the real Heathcliff
Back in '85. I call Bull-litter.
Ah geez,
They're rawring for me now,
Cuz it's my birthday
And they made
Some sort of parfait
Fulla old bananas
And moldy raisins.
So if I'm a total no-show
They're all gonna be
Hissed off.
I better get going.
Thanks for listening
To my PurrCast.
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Young human babies can only see three colors.
From birth to two months, they can see no others.
So how do we know this? I doubt if I could find out.
But should we decorate their nurseries this way? Without a doubt.
In case the research is right; would not this be totally bright?
And what are these three colors you ask me, so tight.
According to research they are these three…..
Black white and red, scientists write up in books for thee.
And how in the world do we know this? You ask.
Figuring this out is not my task.
I want to write up your adventures Ashleigh said.
Sometime later, I told her, after I am dead.
She did not understand and took an unauthorized selfie with me.
This made me mad, sol I took a dump on her beloved willow tree.
I am the king, so no one should take a photo without permission.
I drive a red 1969 convertible Mustang with a V-8 transmission.
Barney, my sidekick has always ridden shotgun.
We are adventurers, and we always have fun.
Where have you been today? Ashley often pries.
I give Barney a look, then I tell her incredible lies.
I am royalty; it is no one’s business where I have been.
Sometimes we dogs live a day full of sin!
Yesterday we chased seagulls up and down a beach.
Some lady gave us iced tea. Yuck! It was syrupy and peach!
Whatever we do is no one else’s business I tell my pal.
Barney agrees happily with a you-got-that-right bow wow.
They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me.
I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be.
They are sharing their stories, no one listening to another.
Behind them stand their puffed-up father or grandmother.
The moms are all on brooms tonight, flying around the moon.
To hear them tell it, they are sexual beings who make Dracula swoon.
In actuality, the adults are who I care not a whit about.
I am listening to the little ones, their laughter and a shout.
Their stories are fascinating, they all have something to announce.
One is hopping beside a tiny toad; I see her skip and pounce.
In a notebook my muse is capturing their thoughts and ideas too.
They have terrific stories, that I will soon write up for you.
I resolve to work on lesson plans today.
Planning them a month in advance.
Hey! When did this book get delivered?
I read three chapters.
A bird flies past the window.
I run out and sprinkle some bird seed.
I will write those lesson plans when I return to the house.
The garage door goes up. I notice my art studio.
There are three paintings I could probably finish today.
I can’t finish them during the week can I?
I run back in and get my cell phone.
I put my friends on speaker while I paint.
Hey wait! Did I check out my two poetry sites today?
Forty-three messages! It would be rude not to answer them.
I get several poem ideas and write up ten poems.
Those lesson plans could be next, but these ideas are fresh.
If I do not write these poems now, I will lose them.
My husband wants to go out for supper.
Why not?
I can wake up early in the morning and write lesson plans.
When a poet is going to write up a poem
Somehow alike a fish is going to take a breath
Breathings took with strength generate ripples
While slight breathings would only whisp gas
Someone might think they are different entirely
How can you compare a poet to a fish
The fish makes a piece only in shallow water
While a poet can do so even in strange trees
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