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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.
Ouch.... Forgot to enter the contest.... This has happened many a time.... a sure sign of advancing age :( :(
Riding down on the wheels of Time,
Through the bends and curves of weary life,
Pleasure it was to halt awhile,
At the start of life as a little kid,
Much we enjoyed those carefree days,
With fun and frolic all around,
Nothing to bother and none to nag,
Far removed from staring gaze
Great it was to ‘dwell’ inside,
The house we built with twigs and leaves.
We donned the guise of ‘Dad and Mom’,
And ate the dish, we cooked instant.
Fun it was to play ‘Hide and Seek’,
With friends reversing the roles in turn,
The cop chasing the thief in hide,
And the thief evading the cop in chase
Foolish it was to bury beneath,
Many a coin-shining bright,
With hopes to see them sprout some time,
Yielding thousands for the autumn pick.
As the rain comes tumbling down,
With water filling every pond and well,
We devised far brighter schemes,
To enjoy life in better ways
We caught the ants and lady birds,
And put them inside paper boats,
We watched them being set afloat,
Over the muddy puddles left by rain
With thrill gripping every nerve,
And wonder glistening our curious eyes,
We caught the ‘Minnows’ one by one,
Those trapped within the towel spread
Picking each with careful hands,
We moved them into a tiny pond.
Darting down and coming up,
We watched them, swim all around.
Little things and petty scenes,
Thus filled our hearts with instant joy
Life never seemed dull or drab,
With each day holding its own charm,
Bliss it was that childhood state,
But sad, it remained a brief interlude,
Staying here on this distant shore of life,
The other side seems greener far!
(I started writing poems only from 2007. Before that I never knew I could write poetry. It was a time when I was bedridden for about four months. Overcome by dejection and boredom, I started writing poems to while away my time. Later it became a passion for me. This is one of my earliest writes in 2007)
March .9. 2022
The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Natasha L Scragg
It was never about the teddy bear
It just sits there
Well, actually, It lies there
Have you ever noticed that about teddy’s
They always lie at 45 to 60 degree angles
I digress
It should be about the teddy
You go to the hospital
People see a teddy, they smile
I wasn’t smiling
No, I wasn’t smiling that day
But as teddy said
At least you don’t need a DNA test
Definitely didn’t need a DNA test
Just a large drink
Several large drinks
None for teddy
That would be irresponsible
Teddy still makes jokes about it
No night feeds for you
No crying
You’ve had a lucky escape
I sit him up straight
Ten minutes later
He’s on his side
That's life.
Quote: “I thought I was Immortal” – a friend.
I lie here, rattle-bones and bedclothes tight,
Tickled by the shadows dancing in fading light.
My socks are itchy, my hair a wild thing,
My dentures escaped — but that’s no big thing.
I thought I was immortal — bold, forever young!
Had plans to conquer mountains, to climb, to run.
Yet here I am, drained tea, limp knees, sighs that sag,
Singing lullabies to my elbows, waving farewell to my bag.
The mirror says wrinkles, the doctor peeks in gloom,
My favorite chair now proclaims this must be my room.
Though once I leapt at thunder, mocked the creeping age,
Now I measure breaths between each page.
I thought I was immortal — ah! the brash young me!
Scorning eternity, claiming I’d always be free.
But even stars burn out, even flames need air,
And immortality’s just a promise that isn’t there.
Still… I smile. I count my lucky days,
Crows I fed, friends I made, the silly ways
I spilled coffee, got lost in rain, danced when none could see—
These treasures no time steals, not even death after me.
Carry on, dear world, with your breakfasts and your bells.
I’ll drift to sleep, perhaps with stories no one tells.
I thought I was immortal — well, wasn’t quite the plan,
But what a wild, glowing ride it’s been, now here I am.
Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when
Down from the Glens came us Clannish men
To fight for our freedom to cleanse us from them
Soldiers unknown marching so fine
But soon we would meet, it's just a matter of time
Mountainsides so boggy, bracken lush to waist
Trepidation in our hearts, our Claymores desire taste
Shields of wood, Dirks of point
No shiny armour we carry, adroit
The time is nearing our scouts have declared
Intruders now sighted none to be spared
Marching like ants as if on familiar terrain
No care to their flanks, simply constrained
To the mouth of our Glen to these hideous men
Unknown to them, to them descends
Clannish, we many and all
When our ire erupts, our enemies fall
Ahead of them blocked, bails of hay now fired
We have them where they are, soon to expire
Confusion abounds, horses in throw
To whom they look up, administered blow
Arrows aplenty, spears of destiny
Targets hit, as our aiming should be
Reddened eruptions from flesh torn wounds
Claymores thrusting deep, admiring life consumed
Panic abounds amidst limbless souls
Crimson trails confirm our goals
Men of us in deadened taken
Battles like this should never be forsaken
The sporadic scattering of our Clannish men
To their beaten enemy, many lost in ascend
It's not the way we fought, it's how we fought together
When Alba's Clans unite,
"Were never to surrender"
TRUE BEAUTY
To the eye of the beholder,
True beauty rarely seen,
She captures none with flirting eyes,
Her attire does not demean.
Her presence, soft, as of a dove's,
If you're careful enough she'll stay,
Few there are that recognizes,
her worth this very day.
Her words though few, her silence speaks loudly,
Never deceit or lies within,
Her Angels are there and walk beside her,
For one tear they will defend.
A hidden Truffle, rare to find,
An oyster's treasured pearl,
Her love, more excellent than wine and riches,
This very precious girl.
The prideful man may never find her,
and know the loving ocean in her very kiss,
For few eyes or lips will ever taste and see,
True beauty such as this.
A woman of God, woman of virtue,
blessed is the man to add her to his life,
He has received great favor from God,
An ornament of true beauty for a wife.
It’s, for me, not nature’s just one aspect or the other;
But, each creature of nature is greater than the other.
An ant moving unnoticed under any leaf or flower,
Rolling food, even under feet of animals much heavier;
An earthworm incessantly tilling anyone’s land,
And unassumingly lending farmers its helping hand;
The bee hummingbird that drinks nectar from flowers,
And by way of pollination, its gratefulness reciprocates;
Beavers that in their masterly way reducing soil erosions,
And said to be improving the quality of water streams;
Llamas while making easy the mountaineers’ transportations,
Offer their hide and wool as fabrics, crafts, ropes, and rugs;
Rats that cooperate with human beings as regular rodents,
Though not considering themselves as contributing agents;
Squirrels that consistently shape plant compositions,
And impulsively burry seeds and enable plantations;
Crows the commonest of all scavenger birds in India,
Together with vulture, eagle, hawk, kite, and jackdaw;
Butterflies or dragonflies, or beetles or ladybirds,
Moths or bugs or bumblebees or leaf miner or spiders;
Animals domesticated or in the wild that might hit and kill
Who’s great, who’s small, in the mysterious life-cycle?
7th May 2021
ALL YOURS (May 9) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A person uses about 57 sheets of toilet paper a day!
Holy crap! That sure is a lotta trees
There are 58 million dogs living in the U.S. they say
But NONE are cuter than our Annie, I believe
Men are struck by lightning more times than women
Our pointy heads act as a grounding device
The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'
Methinks flutterby was much more nice
Smelling green apples can help you lose weight
As long as your honker is working well
They say smelling bananas can also lose weight
But do it in private, people may think you're unwell
Slugs have 4 noses, nosey little buggars are they
A sneeze travels out at over 100 miles an hour
Imagine the big mess when these dirty slugs let go
Surely we'd need to take a shower
The elephant is one of the few mammals that can't jump
Imagine if the could, buildings would crumble
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
But he certainly has remained quite humble
Lipstick contains fish scales, holy cacka and eeeewww
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
You probably haven't heard of these very strange facts
You need to know them to help you survive
It's true, the electric chair was invented by a dentist
Now isn't that what we usually think
Sitting there while the dentist inflicts much pain
Wishing for death as I spit in his sink
I grew up proud to be grandma’s favorite.
Some little rules were broken, I must admit.
These were all but childhood caprices.
At youth, my ego was broken to pieces.
When flatly was I refused love marriage.
Settled was I to be with one double my age.
No place was there for protest or discussion.
A puppet was I dancing in a procession.
My lover desperate, gave me his last word.
A step by me has to be taken, all I heard,
To wipe all the drama, if I wish, like a broom.
Faced boldly then did I, my to be groom.
In one deep breath I poured my heart out.
His face paled, looking almost knocked out.
I stood firm and mutinous, ready to retaliate.
With a force in me none could annihilate.
In dignity, my engagement came to end.
Lost prestige and shattered ego, hard to mend.
Slyly, Grandma put a word looking for time right.
There was only one way to escape this plight.
I was called before all to express my wish.
Cost me a lot to convince I was not selfish.
A simple wedding I was allowed, in a fortnight.
But happiness was mine on my wedding night.
27/07/16
Contest: The rule was begging to be broken
(A fortnight - 2 weeks time)
Win 2nd place
Left to my own,
Walking upon my path
Has become a most dangerous adventure
Decrying that I should be able to choose
For myself,
As to what is best for me!
And my brain, having registered the amount
Of pain that I have accumulated across the years,
Has taken to be the patriarchal figure that
I lack, guiding me firmly and stoically,
Bent upon the safekeeping of my honour
And the pride of having my ego always
Boosted up!
But then, my heart, so frail and feminine
Can help you but gently command me
To throw away my swords,
And to kneel upon my knees,
Hands joined, to beg, for that which
I yearn with the zeal of a needy child!
I stand in the middle of them both
And as if such was not enough,
I have to keep receiving society's blows,
Which try to define my choices!
But in the very end,
Somehow, somewhere, my mind itself
Whispers it to me,
That we all know, that the one I shall
Choose to follow shall be none other
Than my heart, even if it is a bleeding one!