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MT Poem

Posted By: sassygrandma on 2006-02-14
In Reply to: looking for MT poem.... - AR-MT

I would call Medware and ask them, they might just have it hanging on their walls.... It's worth a try
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the poem is by the author she put at the top of the poem

I've seen her on Oprah - ages ago.  She also has several books out.


It is a beautiful poem though and I enjoyed reading it!

looking for MT poem....

I posted this same message on Company Board in hopes someone could help me find this.......


I have been searching for a poem that I received in a Medware newsletter several years ago when I worked for them.  It was about MTing, the terms and such.  The only thing I can remember about it was the ending which went something like but my favorite term has to be a toenailectomy.  I am not sure if that is it exactly but it was similar.  It was a fairly length poem and was pretty funny. 


I have looked through all of my files and cannot find it anywhere. I have moved since I got it so it may have been thrown away.  I have a friend who is an MT and she is retiring from the hospital she works for and would like to give it to her if I can.


I thought one of you good people might happen to know what I am talking about.  If anyone does, could you please e-mail it to me.  I would greatly appreciate it.  
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I just really liked the poem...
I've recently gone thru a situation with former boyfriend who started doing crack and stealing money from me, ignoring me and hanging out with all these "crackheads." He was on SS disability for the six years we were together and I gave so much of myself, my time, my money, you name it. I finally up and left out of fear (I found myself basically living in a crack house) and he has called me every name in the book via phone and email, and basically told me how happy he was to finally be rid of me. That poem just really spoke to me when I heard it today on the show "Starting Over." It feels great to finally be free but as the poem says I sometimes feel empty, abused and "plain old used." Its getting easier tho! Thanx for asking :)
A Mother's Day poem
Don't think of her as gone away
Her journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one
Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how she must be wishing
That we could know, today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she is loved so very much.

Anonymous

 

Thank you for a well thought out poem sm
You have an underlying talent that perhaps you should pursue. I used to write too, but left it behind to earn a living, something I still regret. Good luck to you, in all you do.
A Thankgiving Poem
A THANKSGIVING POEM

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.

THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.

SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING,
FLOATING INTO THE SKY
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING
AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.

BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED
PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE
CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY
HAVE NARY A LUMP,

MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS MAY YOUR PIES
TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY
OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.

An MT Christmas Poem

An MT Christmas Poem

’Twas the night before Christmas
And in MT town
Tired MTs were longing
To lay their keys down.

Their earphones were hung
On their skull caps with care
In hopes that new words
Wouldn’t bring them despair.

Some in their sweatpants
And some in their tights
Had just settled down
For a long evening’s type.

When over their headsets
The sounds were so jumbled
They couldn’t quite make out
The words that were mumbled.

They hit the fast forward
Reverse, stop and slow
Trying to make out
The message below.

They checked in their Dorland’s,
Drug books and spellers,
Some called class buddies
Or even asked their fellers.
If they had an inkling
Of what the tape said

Or why someone was trying
To mess with their head.

When no one could answer
They listened less quick
And suddenly knew
The "doc" was St. Nick.

Now he spoke very plainly
Since they needed to hear
For his message was urgent
As Christmas drew near.

It was quite simple
No long words to spell
Dictated but heartfelt
And clear as a bell.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays
Best wishes and cheer
And thanks from Doc Santa
For your hard work all year.

Written by Pat Stettler, CMT, FAAMT     

MT Christmas Poem
HOw nice, is this the SS ?
Christmas poem by a Marine
Merry Christmas to All.  My son joined the Marines and may not be home next Christmas and my friend found this poem and it brought tears to my eye and my son gave it to his recruiter.  Let's hope this war ends soon and bring all our troops home.

 

I came across this beautful poem and just wanted to share it with you.

 

SOLDIERS NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"

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"Merry Christmas, My Friend" by LCpl James M Schmidt, USMC, 1986


 Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,


In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.


 


I had come down the chimney, with presents to give


and to see just who in this home did live


 


As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,


no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.


No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.


On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.


 


With medals and badges, awards of all kind,


a sobering thought soon came to my mind.


For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.


This was the home of a U.S. Marine.


 


I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,


so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.


And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,


Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.


 


He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,


Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.


Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?


Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?


 


His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.


I soon understood, this was more than a man.


For I realized the families that I saw that night,


owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.


 


Soon around the Nation, the children would play,


And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.


They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,


because of Marines like this one lying here.


 


I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,


on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.


Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.


I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.


 


He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,


"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice


I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.


My life is my God, my country, my Corps."


 


With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,


I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.


 


I watched him for hours, so silent and still.


I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.


So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,


and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.


Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,


with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.


And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,


and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.


 


I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,


this guardian of honor so willing to fight.


But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,


said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."


One look at my watch and I knew he was right,


Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.




PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as may people
as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and we should all be aware of
where credit for our being able to celebrate these festivities is due.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
Please, do your small part to plant this small seed

Loss of American Jobs Poem
You may not think this is very grand.

But it is written so even a President can understand!



Where are our jobs?

Where have they gone?

Are they over here or over there?

Are they behind a chair?

They are not over here.

They are not over there.

They are not behind a chair.



Are they on a train or a boat or a plane?

Are they in England, France or Spain?

They are not on a train or boat or plane.

They are not in England, France or Spain!



HOORAY! HOORAY!

They are in Bombay!

Where people work for little pay!

In China and in Mexico too!

Where it costs ten cents to make a shoe!



Corporations say they have the need

To cut budgets and save money, indeed!

Though most of us would call it greed!



Corporations pay our Congress well

So Congress will do whatever they tell.

GATT and NAFTA so no tariffs there will be!

So corporations can import and export anything for free!

They have sold us out (the American worker) its true.

Our government and corporations too!



So if you are feeling blue,

Because there is no job for you

And you are unemployed for another day,

There is something you can do.

Find a flag and wave HOORAY!

Since "patriotism" is the call of the day!
Loss of American Jobs Poem
  Thank you so very much for this very poignant assessment of what's going on in our beloved transcription arena.  Just by our persistence in "keepin' on, keepin'on" we shall succeed.  Onward and upward!     
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