Ambulance Today – Winter Edition 2018

The Winter Edition for 2018, has hit the shelves, its live now on Ambulance Today. Click on the link below to download and read the magazine and my article on page 65.

From the Africa Desk of Ambulance Today: I’m dreaming of a happy Christmas

Ambulance Today Winter Ed 2018 .pdf

Ambulance Today Winter Ed 2018 – Flip Digital

This magazines focus is on South America but even more importantly it is a memorial issue – sadly our Executive Editor and man behind Ambulance Today Declan Heneghan sadly passed away on the 28th of November.

IN MEMORIAM: DECLAN BRYAN DOMINIC HENEGHAN
(1965-2018)

 

There is so much to say about this edition and Declan, as he is Ambulance Today… read the messages of remembrance form across the globe … he will be sadly missed .

The article on Burnout: A silent threat in the prehospital care service (page 37) is close to my heart.

A fascinating analysis as to the contributing factors is offered. The more aware we are of the nature of our obstacles, the better equipped we are to either navigate or avoid them!”

To all the followers of this page, if you want to see an article written about any specific aspect of Emergency Care on the African continent, or get me to interview a key role player, drop me a mail. Equally, if you have any news items you would like us to run either in our magazine or on our daily-updated global ambulance news website please make contact.

To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you are enjoying this journey, as we continue to explore this fascinating continent. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate – Enjoy!

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Trauma

as the blood dries

beneath my nails

as the metallic smell

lingers in the air

as my boots

slip on the shit stained floor

as I wipe the vomit

from my shirt front



removing blood-stained glasses

ripping of blue blood gloves

gazing across

at what lies before

not a beep can be heard

lights fade to gray

ashen faces stare back

and the memory remains

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Subterranean Lullaby


pitter patter of tiny feet

rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets

orange spears of flickering candles

casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel

digging deeper, ripping up the dirt

slowly covering holes in the shirt



the man in the long black coat

stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat

doing his best not to gloat

as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat

as its ripped bleeding throat

drains over the distended belly, as it bloats



swallowed up consumed by this world

in the belly of the beast all curled

buried in the grave, six feet under

as the veil is rent asunder

silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright

weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

 

The Man In The Long Black Coat

In Memoriam

My father would have been 84 today, sadly he passed away 5 years ago. I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. I wrote this poem 2 years ago in 2016, and the absence is still there …

fathers are refuge from the storms of life

when that safe port passes on

when the lighthouse fades

all that is left are the memories



memories never fade

they are never forgotten or passed over

they remain



memories shine through the mists of time

even when the lights fade and no one lives there

they remain constant, eternal not ethereal

these remain, never forgotten



what was once real is now no longer

the reminders of your love do not fade

they remain



through the years we walked different paths

they diverged and merged over the years

at the end they had become one

constant reminders of our togetherness



unconditional love learnt

remains

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Cogito Ergo Sum – in 3 parts

I wrote this poem in Nov 2016 as 3 separate poems, but they are meant to be read as one. Here it is re-edited and posted in its entirety. The poem emerges from the cocoon of my reading and musings of TS Elliot, Dante, Descartes and some Arthur Conan Doyle.

 

1.

when you down who lifts you up

when you are lost who finds you

when you fall, is it from grace

if so, whose grace



who is lost with you

who binds the wounds

whom do you discover, when you are down

yourself or another



what awaits over the horizon

what lies beneath the wounds

what lifts you up

come on rise up



we rise by lifting others up

we discover ourselves when lost

we need not be alone

come on, stand together



every breath is a doorway

to heaven or hell

so just breath

and rise up



2.

as you await at

breaths doorway

just breathe

and see what awaits

as you pause to exhale



by not breathing

we are forced to choose

heaven or hell

but let not fear inspire

either mortality or immortality



let Virgil be your guide

through the mythical dark wood

of spiritual values

that at times

perverts' human intellect



the pilgrims journey

demands questions be answered

within the dark forest

on a crooked path

the meaningful can become meaningless

as we journey on a quest

into the unlit darkness



3.

we are on a journey

on a quest

into the darkened heart

of life, doubts and dreams

that search for proof of life



strength in life, rests on doubt

accept that which you know to be true

are dream states virtual reality

is life one constant dream

what is real?



let knowledge be your secure foundation

not the imagination thereof

but the doubt thereof

let doubt be your proof of life

doubt creates sanity



life is stronger than anything the mind can invent

what is real are our thoughts

doubt your senses

doubt your existence

rise up and claim your reality

think,

therefore, you live
© 2018 michael d emmerich

Mist of War

red mist glazes over

it’s to dark to see

the eyes glaze over

into that 1000 yard stare



darkness draws nigh

the veil is torn

the pathway opens

yes, I have seen the world

but not sure which



darkness draws nigh

I am coming

not one second to soon

as the tragedy

of history repeats itself

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Tears

tears from above

go whence?

after they fall



tears of love, grief, joy

cutting paths

leaving scars



at journeys end

what becomes of them

do they remain?



as  vessels filled

with pain and love

to heal or to harm?



either way

they have a story to tell

which must be heard

© 2017 michael d emmerich

In Memoriam

My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.

fathers are refuge from the storms of life

when that safe port passes on

when the lighthouse fades

all that is left are the memories



memories never fade

they are never forgotten or passed over

they remain



memories shine through the mists of time

even when the lights fade and no one lives there

they remain constant, eternal not ethereal

these remain, never forgotten



what was once real is now no longer

the reminders of your love do not fade

they remain



through the years we walked different paths

they diverged and merged over the years

at the end they had become one

constant reminders of our togetherness



unconditional love learnt

remains

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Never Ending

day dons

nights cloak

becomes

the turncoat



unfurling

across the land

advancing

relentlessly



without end

devouring all

within its dark maw



victory is short lived

light returns

...

but for how long

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Our Mortal Coil

this life

this mortal coil

to be or to live

shedding this toil

just how long is the life

we choose to live

close your eyes and dream

if you dare



gaze through the window

what looks back

in the stain-glass

an image

a reflection

or

nothingness



look beyond the window

into the distance

at our own possibilities

over the horizon

beyond the veil

a probable future

awaits
........

tear that veil

© 2017 michael d emmerich