The Career-Switcher Nurse

There is a kind of courage and wretchedness in an older woman

Who had signed up to be a nurse and “career-switches” into

The comfortless ropes of what a nurse is supposed to be.

Once again made student in the nursing class of youths

Though now no longer a youth in body and soul

She is told to blend in to the faculties of the sanguine,

Studiously study and sit for the exams

When brain neurons cease to fire as she tires.

Hard work at studies also meant

Harder work at hospital hardships

Nourished in complications and complaints

Along sweat that drips by tears.

And if her self in her past career is gone,

The uncertain future of a novice nurse prowls

Honest misery that mutates her liminality.

Oh, gone too is the tree of self-worth

Which steadies the woman throughout life.

Still, her eyes dream of a dream no nurse else had.

Not just to care for the sick and needy,

A rare gem was in her vision to bring joy

To the world spinning uncontrollably

Calling in nurses everyday to quit.

Is it a surprise? She had detailed plans

That designed new places for nurses to rest,

Prescriptions for patients when they weren’t sick,

So they could never really be ill

And if they would,

They were already healing. She knew

Geriatrics could see aging as beneficial to

Breed new respect to all of the living

That people loved being in their 50s to 80s

And health in its ups and downs was

Without shame from biomedical practice.

Don’t blame the mature woman for wanting to be a nurse,

In some of her slowness and lethargy

She is just doing her best without her youth.

Don’t be mad at her for being frumpy,

She is already changing the world.

- Vania (Vander)

Mission Immeowsible

Crap! Its the dog that huffs and puffs and scatters everywhere

And begs for the tiniest attention, treat, pathetic hug

The Human does not have the obligation to give.

Does it know I’m Head of Pest Control for the neighbourhood?

The MEOWST almighty that rules over the rats, big bugs or

Them creatures that come out but then must soon hide.

This doggo wants to challenge me to a quick race?

Why should I care when dog had pea brains know none

About my Mission Immeowsible and all my meowtiple heroic deeds

I fronted the big office and ‘twas me the tabby guard of honour that

Humans can’t stop kissing and smothering but I won’t purr.

What about being Cat of the Year?

I was even featured in the news for having a funny pawsonality

But then you was mushy mushy and lickin?

Go away doggo, my fur don’t need no chase.

How sickening you let humans leash you and

Tell you where to go and how to fetch.

Tskkk the ugly way you stick out your tongue!

- Vander

Rumourmonger

Boggled by little imagination,

Rumourmongers are smaller selves

Indulging in tacky hearsay.

A flash and flutter delighted by trivial fables

This villager sings bygone cantabiles 

Older than the hill his hut sits on to rest.

Most days dirt climbs up his shoes

Not bothering to clean,

He spits on the narrowing which harrows

A TV kicked into a dam. 

That he finds the living rather damned,

Strange electricity good for shorting sights

Startling news! He savours a sanctimonious shame

Pinning someone for the bigger fussed blame. 

- Vander

Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe juices and in no relation to any actual entities).

Hated, wherever she went

Madison was hated her whole life.

Younger, bullies shoved her into corners.

Older, people she knew forced her to quit her ways 

Because of how she looked straight at the world 

A brave wit weirdo 

Tearing away faux kindness and needless fairness.

Bludgeoning wobbling layers of manned society 

That people were told never to be like this.

And by her fearless just being free

Threw thousand daggers at one’s standing.

Often a blow, she was brutal at talk and act and everything else

Foraging with quick-feet morals and clarity.

Oh my, they dreadfully despised her 

Since she didn’t care about what so many others think.

They said goblins already told her to shut it or vanish!

Little did they know how maiming hurt she was.

Poor Madison wept the well, overflowing it till

The cobblestone walls collapsed,

Setting her water out running,

Desperately for help.

- Vander

Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe juices and in no relation to any actual entities).