Night Shift

  1. OK this is probably the longest poem I've written,and my favourite!Written back in the day before burn-out!

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]NIGHT SHIFT



    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Three precious hours of sleep, or not,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]As the case may be,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Up, shower, dress and have my tea.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Prepare for tomorrow, wait for my lift,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Ready to start the long night shift


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Two miles to drive, news to impart,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Up the steep brae for a nine o` clock start.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Down the long drive, watch out for rabbits,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Dogs and cats, and those of wandering habits.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]In at the door, they`ve had a bad day,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Get the report, then the day staff's away,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Lock all the doors, put out the pills,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Painkillers, sedatives, pills for all ills.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Wandering, confused, in a world of their own,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Forgetting in minutes the things they are shown.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Confusion, aggression, has to be calmed,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]An eagle -eye kept so that no one is harmed.



    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Tea and tablets are given, down slows the pace,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Unwind the spring of Dementia`s race.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Ready for bed, up in the lift,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]It`s eleven o`clock on the long night shift.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Time for tea, care plans to read,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]What they`ve done what they`ve said, what they need.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]A moment of peace, then time for the round,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Everyone`s sleeping everyone`s sound.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sounds of confusion, sounds of distress,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Locked in the past, suffering stress,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Who are they, where are they, why are they here.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Unable to sleep, the darkness they fear.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Calm words, kind words, tender loving care,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]They don`t always work, but they know that you`re there.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sleep settles o`er them, acts as a balm,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Bodies are settled, faces are calm


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Cries of distress, but not of pain,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]What's going on in that shattered brain.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The medicines don't work; you lie there in fear,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sometimes the torment is too much to bear.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Why must you suffer this slow lingering death?
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Surely the cruellest of torments on Earth.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Six o`clock and morning is here,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Beds to change, calming of mindless fear,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Another day starts, tea and pills to give out,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The morning chorus of mutter and shout.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Who are they, where are they, why are they there?
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Calming them, consoling them, quieting the fear.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Morning round over, everything right,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Only the report and care plans to write.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sounds of cars, the day staff arrive,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Chatter and laughter, the place comes alive.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Eight o`clock comes, give the report
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Their fears and woes, Their too`s and froes ,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The shift is over, everything's all right,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Time to go home, be back tonight.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Copyright Nightmare 2007
    Last edit by nightmare on Nov 5, '07
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  2. 16 Comments

  3. by   Thunderwolf
    Excellent!

    I certainly can relate to this poem as a nurse. I bet others can too.
    Yes, and those who say that patients only sleep on night shift and all nurses have to do is kick up their feet should really read your poem. Night shift patients can really rock the house. There is much to do....and many to take care of. Patients have the same needs and wants on nights as they do on day and evening shift. Thank you for emphasizing that. Yeah, night shift nurses work their share...often leaving us very tired, dragging our little butts back home to crash into our little beds once again for a well deserved Zzzzzz.

    Much enjoyed your poem, Nightmare.
  4. by   SuesquatchRN
    What's a brae? I know "brae's are bonnie, where early falls the dew," but what IS a brae?

    And I like it.
  5. by   nightmare
    Quote from Suesquatch
    What's a brae? I know "brae's are bonnie, where early falls the dew," but what IS a brae?

    And I like it.
    A brae is simply Scots word for a hill. I can see I'd better not put any poems on written in Doric otherwise they will be totally incomprehensible to almost everyone!
  6. by   SuesquatchRN
    Well, I know, burn, bairn, wee, cairn, kirk, and some others, but brae I thought, for some reason, were the banks of a river.

    Doric? Isn't that some kind of Greek column?

    I knew a woman from SUnderland and I couldn't understand a word of the alleged English - Geordie dialect - that came out of her mouth!
  7. by   nightmare
    Quote from Suesquatch

    Doric? Isn't that some kind of Greek column?
    Doric is what you call the language of the North-East of Scotland round about Aberdeen.I'll see if I can find a Doric poem to confuse you with!
  8. by   SuesquatchRN
    My paternal grandmother was from Aberdeen. Grandfather was from Troon.
  9. by   nightmare
    just for you sue!!
    [color=#990099]here is a doric poem. this is the dialect that is spoken in aberdeenshire.




    [color=#990099]the coo an the peacock





    [color=#990099]a coo that ae day triet tae flee
    [color=#990099]gat stucken haaf wye up a tree.
    [color=#990099]a bonnie beas pairt-fite, pairt-broon,
    [color=#990099]she wisna able tae get doon.

    [color=#990099]she criet upon her freen the meer;
    [color=#990099]bit she wis deef an didna hear.
    [color=#990099]she thocht the pig micht stacher by;
    [color=#990099]bit he wis sloch'rin in his stye.

    [color=#990099]it happent tee that that ilka sheep
    [color=#990099]wis heid-doon chaain at a neep.
    [color=#990099]the caat wis shairpenin her clooks
    [color=#990099]the fulp wis busy fleggin deuks.

    [color=#990099]the hens war thrang wi clokin, fegs,
    [color=#990099]an didna wint tae leave their aigs;
    [color=#990099]an onywey, lick deuks an geese,
    [color=#990099]they widna hae been muckle eese.

    [color=#990099]a peacock syne cam nar te tree;
    [color=#990099]an kynly speirt fat he cud dee.
    [color=#990099]the coo criet "help me! dinn fail!"
    [color=#990099]"i ken!" says he. "i'll fan ma tail!"

    [color=#990099]the moral o the story's plain:
    [color=#990099]fan tribble comes, ye're on yer ain!


    [color=#990099]pairt-fite = partly white;
    [color=#990099]meer = mare;
    [color=#990099]sloch'r = wallowing (good word eh?);
    [color=#990099]fulp = dog;
    [color=#990099]thrang = busy;
    [color=#990099]clockin = brooding



    [color=#990099]author unknown
  10. by   ElvishDNP
    I love it!
    Night shift can kick one's butt, and you very vividly display that.
    In the midst of chaos, you paint your patients as human beings in need.
    That's awesome.
    Arwen
  11. by   SuesquatchRN
    I actually could read about 3/4 of that. Some sounds like old English and some sounds like old American English!

    Thanks for posting it.
  12. by   nightmare
    thought i'd better put in a translation for anyone confused!


    [color=#990099] a cow that one day tried to fly
    got stuck half way up a tree
    a pretty beast part white, part brown
    she was not able to get down

    [color=#990099]
    [color=#990099] she called upon her friend the mare
    [color=#990099] but she was deaf and didn't hear,
    she thought the pig might wander by
    [color=#990099] but he was wallowing in his stye.

    [color=#990099]
    [color=#990099] it happened too that all the sheep
    [color=#990099] were head down,chewing on a turnip.
    [color=#990099] the cat was busy sharpening her claws
    [color=#990099] the dog was busy scaring ducks.

    [color=#990099]
    [color=#990099] the hens were busy brooding,
    and didn't want to leave their eggs
    and anyway, like ducks and geese
    they wouldn't have been any use

    [color=#990099]
    [color=#990099] a peacock then came near the tree,
    and kindly asked what he could do,
    the cow cried, help me, do not fail,
    i know, say he. i'll fan my tail

    [color=#990099]
    [color=#990099] the moral of this story's plain
    [color=#990099] when trouble comes you're on your own![color=#990099][color=#990099]

  13. by   Brian
    Loved the poem!
  14. by   Thunderwolf
    For member reference, Nightmare's poem on this thread is:

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]NIGHT SHIFT



    Three precious hours of sleep, or not,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]As the case may be,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Up, shower, dress and have my tea.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Prepare for tomorrow, wait for my lift,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Ready to start the long night shift


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Two miles to drive, news to impart,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Up the steep brae for a nine o` clock start.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Down the long drive, watch out for rabbits,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Dogs and cats, and those of wandering habits.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]In at the door, they`ve had a bad day,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Get the report, then the day staff's away,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Lock all the doors, put out the pills,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Painkillers, sedatives, pills for all ills.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Wandering, confused, in a world of their own,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Forgetting in minutes the things they are shown.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Confusion, aggression, has to be calmed,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]An eagle -eye kept so that no one is harmed.



    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Tea and tablets are given, down slows the pace,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Unwind the spring of Dementia`s race.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Ready for bed, up in the lift,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]It`s eleven o`clock on the long night shift.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Time for tea, care plans to read,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]What they`ve done what they`ve said, what they need.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]A moment of peace, then time for the round,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Everyone`s sleeping everyone`s sound.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sounds of confusion, sounds of distress,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Locked in the past, suffering stress,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Who are they, where are they, why are they here.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Unable to sleep, the darkness they fear.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Calm words, kind words, tender loving care,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]They don`t always work, but they know that you`re there.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sleep settles o`er them, acts as a balm,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Bodies are settled, faces are calm


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Cries of distress, but not of pain,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]What's going on in that shattered brain.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The medicines don't work; you lie there in fear,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sometimes the torment is too much to bear.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Why must you suffer this slow lingering death?
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Surely the cruellest of torments on Earth.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Six o`clock and morning is here,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Beds to change, calming of mindless fear,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Another day starts, tea and pills to give out,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The morning chorus of mutter and shout.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Who are they, where are they, why are they there?
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Calming them, consoling them, quieting the fear.
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Morning round over, everything right,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Only the report and care plans to write.


    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Sounds of cars, the day staff arrive,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Chatter and laughter, the place comes alive.

    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Eight o`clock comes, give the report
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Their fears and woes, Their too`s and froes ,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]The shift is over, everything's all right,
    [FONT=Copperplate Gothic Bold]Time to go home, be back tonight.

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