Ralph Sergi Poet Rhyme

Your Anger

Your Anger

There comes a time into your life
That your’e confronted with the strife
Of normal thoughts you can’t retain
As age progresses in your brain
What happened to your vast recall
You can’t remember things at all
Anger erupts at this new invasion
The keys, the toast or medication
The list goes on as time goes by
That slowly lights a little fire
then creates a blazing ire
Hopefully soon patience will gel
Until that time your’e mad as hell

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Ralph Sergi November 7, 2015

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Funom Makama January 25, 2016 at 1:52 PM My senses in totality are in awe of your wonderful lines. Liquefied bliss from the boil of glorious words has brought out enchanting aroma beyond scaling. 7 is simply an underscore for this fine share. Ralph Sergi January 26, 2016 at 12:50 PM Thank you , Funom, you very kind. Unfortunately I received an N/A.

Joe Maverick November 15, 2015 at 4:36 AM Quite an interesting piece Ralph, its light hearted yet satirical as well..'

Andrea Dietrich November 14, 2015 at 7:46 PM hey, this is almost a sonnet . If revised it can also serve for mad as a hornet!! Touch it up into a sonnet!!! It's a great expression of our thoughts as we age.

Edlynn Nau November 14, 2015 at 5:12 PM Love this little light (tongue-in-cheek) poetry about losing the car keys, I mean my purse, I mean...What? Oh yes, about losing our minds. Interesting rhyme scheme & syllable count. You had to seriously use that thesaurus to get such excellent rhyming words that fit contextually. I applaud your endeavor here. The work paid off!

Paul Callus November 12, 2015 at 10:41 AM Very well expressed thoughts, Ralph. We accept that memory does weaken the older we get, but dementia is a harder pill to swallow. // paul

Ralph Sergi November 8, 2015 at 5:24 PM Hi Cheri: Thank you, but every time i submit a poem in the contest and I see the way other poets interpret theirs ,I often wonder if I should have added more imagery. Can you email me and tell me what you think , I value your opinion.

Cherl Dunn November 8, 2015 at 5:17 PM Dear Ralph Here we call this the sometimers condition, meaning sometimers you remember my friend and sometimers you don't, love this true to life poem, it's written with such honesty it comes across very smoothly I can relate to this quite well, thanks for the sharing and I'm flattered by your review of my poem also you take care and keep these works of quality coming and I'll be right here to read them, loved it cheri