Med Poetry Healing through Words

Monthly Archives: January 2021

Flatus

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It comes and goes
The wind it blows…

Dead

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A knock is at her door, but she is weak;
Strange dews have washed the paint streaks from her cheek;
She does not rise, but, ah, this friend is known,
And knows that he will find her all alone…

Health

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Health is no other, as the learned hold…

The Healer

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So stood of old the holy Christ
Amidst the suffering throng;
With whom His lightest touch…

The Doctors.

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The selfsame patient put to test
Two doctors, Fear-the-worst and Hope-the-best.
The latter hoped; the former did maintain…

Doctor Meyers

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No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,
Did more for people in this town than I.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident
And those who could not pay flocked to me…

The Doctor

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He bent above our darling’s bed
When her life was ebbing low,
And in his serious look we read
The truth we feared to know…

Doctors

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Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Conferring at my head…