Sunday, November 30, 2008

Poetry: Extended "Butterflies and Moths"

Poetry: Extended version of "Butterflies and Moths" or "Double Standards"

              I could never harm a butterfly/ But I could kill a moth
              Butterflies are graceful./ Moths eat your cloth.
              Butterflies are nice and bright./Moths burn up when drawn to light.
              On your sweaters moths do bite./ In your home do not invite.
               If moths were human I'd indict./ Through open window they'll take flight.
               But they'll sneak in when it is light.
                   I could kick some pigeons but I'd never harm a dove
                   Pigeons are squalid./ Doves signify love.
                   Pigeons are filthy when handled with gloves
                   Some say doves are from Up Above
                   Pigeons live life like a slob
                    But taste quite good when served as squab.
              I would never harm a bee
              But I could kill a wasp
              Bees pollinate flowers
              Wasps can sting you non-stop...(tbc?)
         
      

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Poetry: "The Problem with Pesticides"

Poetry: "The Problem with Pesticides" [a work in progress]

             Pesticides will destroy the bugs but harm ye later on
             It will also kill the fish if gotten in a pond.
             Herbicides will kill the weeds and leach into the water
              Then one day the toxic waste will get into your daughter
              Toxic waste will cause great havoc in air, ground or sea
              The ones who often pay the price are often you and me
               Dioxin from the paper mills gets into the rivers
               Soon thereafter one day it gets into our livers... (tbc?)

Friday, November 28, 2008

Poetry: "L. Tryptophan"

 Poetry: "L.Tryptophan" [a work in progress]

           I'm not a huge fan of L. Tryptophan
           Asleep on the couch
           After meals in my house
           From turkey in the oven or a pan
           From a farm, in a van
           I'm feelin' so groggy
           My mind is still foggy... (tbc?)

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Poetry: "Girls, Guns and Gadgets"

Poetry: "Girls, Guns and Gadgets" [a work in progress]

                 Girls, Guns and Gadgets
                 Such movies are fun
                 Like James Bond from across the pond
                 And his girls from around the world
                 Femmes fatales up against a wall
                 Not only guys enjoy the world of spies
                 Though the C.I.A. it always lies
                  And innocents they always die
                  When espionage comes about
                   Terrorism increases without a doubt... (tbc?)

Monday, November 24, 2008

Poetry: "A Writer's Alchemy"

Poetry:  "A Writer's Alchemy" [a work in progress]

                To turn graphite to diamond
                Or ink into gold
                'Tis every author's goal
                [To be] On bestseller listings before I'm too old
                 Turn paper to dollars
                 A fatter billfold
                 But editors can be so cold
                  Sell more books or go on the dole... (tbc?)
         
              

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Expose' of Patient Mistreatment at Pembroke Hospital

Expose' of Patient Mistreatment at Pembroke Hospital

       Pembroke Hospital is a private psychiatric hospital in Pembroke, Massachusetts. A year or so ago the Patriot Ledger newspaper featured an article about alleged patient mistreatment by staff occurring between 2006-2007. I'm reluctant to admit it, but in late June of 2005 my boss sent me there by ambulance because in her judgment I was acting erratically and she assumed she was "helping me" or doing me a big favor by sending me to this horrible psychiatric hospital. Against my better judgment I signed myself in.
        In case you have never been in the setting of a psychiatric facility, being in such a place is a topsy-turvy microcosm of the world. If you express anger or frustration (a natural reaction to being locked up) you are considered  "psychotic" or worse and are subject to powerful psychotropic medicine or "meds" or even violent abuse from hospital-employed thugs (attendants or orderlies, etc.). What is considered  "normal behavior"  in a psych. ward would not be considered normal in the outside world and vice versa. Also, if you are nervous or aloof and don't try to socialize or interact with other patients you are also labeled and subject to unwanted and unneeded meds.
       I once heard a harmless female patient screaming loudly nearby. She was ganged up by hospital associates for refusing her meds. or for disrespecting the staff. I was tempted to come to her aid, but I wisely kept out of it.
       Once I was ganged up on by employees, man-handled and brought to the seclusion room to be forcibly medicated for something very minor. I was neither a  "danger to myself or others", so as far as I'm concerned they illegally medicated me. For that incident some of my blood ended up on the wall and pillow in the seclusion room. A worker took a picture of the blood even though he had a conflict of interest. However, I have no idea if the picture was shown to the so-called "human-rights officer" who herself had a conflict of interest and a bias toward the hospital employees who abused patients on a routine basis.
       At least once I was body-slammed to the hard floor by a group of hospital employees. They and I were lucky that I didn't break a rib or another bone or end up with a long-term injury.
       In the morning and evening there was a mandatory assembly for patients to discuss their progress. The head psychiatrist or attendant ran those groups with an iron fist. Such groups were really kangaroo courts with little or no tolerance for dissent. If you said or did something they didn't like they'd send you to your room, up your meds or sic the violent, abusive attendants on you (sometimes all three).
        In my view, medications were coercively prescribed not to "help" patients improve or recover, but to make them compliant or  "under control" while there.  I didn't need to go through the ordeal I went through by being at the hospital for about a month. I was threatened with possible six-month commitment if I didn't agree to stay there until they wanted me to leave. That really would've screwed up my life.  Next time a busy-body wants to put me in the hospital I won't stand for it. If worse comes to worse I might agree to a med change, but I hope I never go through the hell of being in Pembroke Hospital or a similar facility again.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Poetry: "Only Fate Is Crueler Than The Human Heart"

Poetry: "Only Fate Is Crueler Than The Human Heart" [a work in progress]

                Only Fate is crueler than the human heart
                Unrequited feelings can rip your chest apart
                 Attraction can seem so a la carte
                 Precursor to a broken heart
                 It seems so difficult to start
                 To avoid a lousy tart... (tbc?)