Dementia 2
Miracle Man
10/14/2023
They listen, not understanding,
and often give you a stare.
Seems dementia is hardest/cruelest,
on those forced into giving care.
Each day is spent explaining,
like the previous day spent.
And most all conversations,
consist of what someone meant.
They can’t make a decision,
even to save their own life.
One needs understanding,
when patience isn’t rife.
Few things are seldom found,
where they’re always kept.
The caregiver is aware,
that he’s woefully not adept.
They begin hording things,
that have value to none.
But what saddens you most,
they’re still your loved one.
Nights become worrisome,
because dementia never sleeps.
One appears to be doing fine,
while beyond sight one weeps.
rags
grimy, sodden,
frustrating, frazzling, hording,
tatter, wretchedness, opulences, luxuries,
cha-chinging, amassing, owing,
abundant, affluent,
riches
Date written: 05/28/2023
A pple pickers gaily riding in wagons, sipping cider along the way, headed for orchards, on a crisp, clear sunny day.
U mbrellas turned inside out when wily north winds blow, and sheets of rain, without refrain, follow all the way home.
T urning leaves of gold and crimson hues, ignite the woodlands and city parks, a spectacular, humbling view.
U mber swathes of color, spreading over marsh and field, extinguishing summers rainbow palette, bronzing acres without yield.
M ischievious squirrels scamper, hording acorns in winter nests and wooly bear caterpillars journey to their rest.
N ight rises, dropping a charcoal veil, a choir of crickets chirping, in the chilly autumn air.
The Call of the Lonely Banshees
Call of the lonely wallow, Call for the desperate, called men. Hear the hording song, collecting the wanting, Male wonder. the frightening tone.
Come and gather to the deprived soul, Follow the screech given in the air. Fall into the Banshees deadly snare. Pray then Beware.
Free yourselves from the frivolous cry, Or find yourself, attached to the disastrous tide. Life for her pretending, awakening, Fallow the wicked word. To her given, carnal hide.
Beauty on the surface, not the formal way. Oh the Banshee knows the way to your decay.
Cherry blossom lips
harpy of my clouded life,
order mocked by hips-
lashed, ocean blue eyes knife
Elegante, my unaware amour
masters the reasons I flee
archaic heroes of tragic lore-
rue their shades transpire in me.
I wonder at an angel's grin,
enrapt, hording her laughter.
Diamonds pale, like rivered stones,
incomparable company with my love.
But a bastard in rags-eyes avert!
Beat yourself back to the sot's cruel cage!
in those oceans you're but the Boatman's shirt
never noticed, consumed by tidal rage.
The Dragon
In fathoms of dark
Hording treasures
Staying alert
For his food
To come to him
The beast’s mind
Filled with real fantasy
Heart damaged
Young in fearlessness
Scared body
Of neglected
In the light of moon
He’s A Beauty
Hidden from most
His weakness
Brunette, silk fleash
Peeking out desire
And good enough hands
To touch a touch back
Hesitant to soar
A solider quest in the open
Hidden is safe
Like words
Only longing
Bounces for miles
Waiting till little
Know him.
Subjugated by a Muse,
Who holds me in her grip.
Before too long, I'll blow a fuse,
Whilst biting off a lip.
I sell my soul but once a day,
By night I thus retract.
To the Dweller service pay,
Providing what I lacked.
Overridden by this thought,
From which there is no cure.
Grinding gnashers into salt,
Until my gums are raw.
At last a means to ambulate,
Abscond this mental cliff.
A Hell where hornets congregate,
Vanquished by a spliff.
The pain of living I shall numb,
By sitting on the fence.
That fabled day will finally come,
Which Proffers consequence.
Until the month of burgeon verse,
Because it feels rewarding.
I'll advocate this hate I nurse,
And bleed these words I'm hording.
Lagg Monster
Green squares not dots in a rows of barley moving time scrawling under neathe
the nose of the miss users. Pages torn from fingers cold and frozen. Entire cities
disappearing people screaming at the hording of the rich people using. Subtle
changes in the wording of the documents Word.doc is now word.docx or
word.dot just like a uniformed man using his buttons on his uniform to display
his individuality making the buttons silver on his lapel. The color of his
underwear is most likely blue not green. He eats at all the fast food places and
never uses alcohol or drugs and uses garbage as a weapon of his means.
Women scream at his destruction the hat is taller than the head of lagg his hair
so green his eyes so mean. Little Johnny Thompson is watching his screen
saver and there is nothing wrong with him he likes the yellow tail the best. Baby
sitted looks at laptop listening to poison sumac growing near the wall. The Lagg
monster crawls.