paste can mimic fine jewels
but the bald face of liars
can’t mask its secretion
of prehensile bullshit
that burrows
in furrows
of bag sagging jowls
featured prominently
in the field
on the shield
below heraldic crest
where honor would normally
lozenge its chivalrous charge
giving loud
and proud
warning to those who don’t know
your caduceus serpents
are just as deceitful
pretending as healers
while hiding their trueborn
mercurial role as
protectors of liars and thieves
by the way
should anyone ask
please feel free to inform them
this new coat of arms
for a doctor who harms
was designed
by a patient you
left worse than dead
namely me
WOW.
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I can’t get much more real than this. It is who I am, who I’ve become. Your wow is gratifying validation.
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I had no other words of awe I could give it. You are beautiful.
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Woah! I don’t think all doctors are callous. I hope I am not.
Some strong sentiments there.
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Not to worry, doc. This is aimed at only one son-of-a-bitch. And in this case, “strong” is a massive understatement. I have deep respect for physicians. Some in fact are family.
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Phew!!! *deep sigh of relief!
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Well…my immediate reaction…was doctors and medical technology is OUT OF CONTROL! .I went to the Nursing Home where my younger brother was dying from myotonic dystrophy…his last days were horrible! I felt that THEY made him suffer needlessly–experimenting on him–breaking the bones of his already dead body…
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So sorry for your loss and his suffering. My piece entails just one very bad actor. Overall, my experiences with doctors, including those involved with my losses of loved ones, have been quite good.
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Loved the poem but not the hurt that propelled the anger to write it. So sorry for whatever happened! It is going on right now with my 81-year- old aunt. Trauma and torture for her and all of her family.
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I appreciate your kindness and empathize with your poor aunt.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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This one split me in two. I was just going to “wow” it but first commenter said it all.
There does exist judicious wrath and righteous indignation within the human sphere. Those shrinking from the spirit of this poem seem to either be unaware of this or exhibiting some sort of schizophrenic denial shielding them from it’s truth and efficacy while displaying a similar indignation in a variety of degrees. I found this one courageous, just, and not in any way, self righteous.
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I humbly thank you
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I really shot from the hip with that comment. After reviewing the previous comments I was probably a little direct. Your poem had left me speechless, and perhaps a little thoughtless. The power of words.
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The emblem’s symbolism originally comes from the healing from looking up to the bronze serpent fashioned by Moses that he put on a staff in Numbers 21:4-9 that healed the Israelites from poison, as well as from it being a “type” foreshadowing the healing from “looking to Christ raised on the cross” for the healing/forgiveness of sin and receiving of eternal life, as mentioned in John 3:14-16.
I like your poem – history tells us that the Israelites, over time, started treating the bronze serpent as an idol, worshiping it as a god, twisting what it was actually meant to be. Just like medical doctors can twist the meaning of healing as you said. It’s an awesome poem, it brings up multiple deep meanings. Thanks for sharing this awesome, mentally-stirring poem Paul!
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I’m glad this worked for you
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Excellent comment!
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I like this!!
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thanks kindly
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Well I think you know I’m on your side, empathize with your loss and suffering. My situation is probably more subtle, less visible–but the impact of a Dr who dismisses and minimizes a patient’s complaints has left me lacking in options and hope, suffering in silence. If, at some future date, I choose the final alternative, he will undoubtedly say, “she had psychological problems for decades”. Unfortunately, there’s truth there–if the physical is ignored, it blossoms into a larger, far-reaching systemic dis-ease. God bless you, Paul–as you continue to fight your battle, seek resolution, or at least a balm.
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there is no final alternative save God’s – please remember that, my dear friend
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Such poignancy…sorry it comes from the pain of your experience.
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it’s the life we are given – pain enough for all – we each find our way through
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