Long Senile Poems

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you...

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I feel like my life is a clean slate
When I’m reaching out to you
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...
You stitched up my insecure frame of mind 
And stitched up the little pieces of memory...

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A LETTER TO ‘FUTURE ME’

              Dear ‘Future Me’
              ...

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     INTROSPECTION 

      In last phase, as life approaches death,
       off and on contemplation engrosses me
    ...

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OFFERINGS

                Prince Goutom was brought up in immense luxury without any 
    knowledge of distress.  As...

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Now Uncle Harry, me old Uncle, who’d been a scallywag I’d say,
told outlandish stories to us kids and we became his perfect prey.
For he’d see our eyes wide open as we took in every word,
believing...

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On a dark and stormy Winter night the air was full of yuletide idiocy, 
For Christmas was approaching with a greedy widening grin insidiously. 

Eggnog sloshed in decorated cups whose painted pretty elves,
Had sat all...

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Offering Thanks to the Lord

                        Accept my thanks, Merciful Lord,
  ...

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I’m in this home. THEY put me here
Don’t know the date, don’t know the year
I sit, I think, I reminisce
Of the days gone by, total joy and bliss
But confusion sets in, and I start to...

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His voice raised, with the right hand
And a proud, angry face to the sky,
The sage chanted mastered hymns aloud;
His strange mission was to send
King Satyavrata into the abode high;
The latter was under a cloud of...

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Nero the god! I had a dream. 
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
 Mother was with me as usual. 
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: 
"Come Nero, here we turn left"...

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O mother, who was so beautiful, yet, troubled with everything 
that may affect on the son’s well being; and therefore, grew old.

O mother, who was so elegant, yet, was so concerned about her son;
she always...

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Aah... how great the taste of water...

After lounging in bed until
late morning/early afternoon
we (the missus and I) felt restless
as garden variety buffoon
or think chrysalis itching

to escape encased within cocoon
nevertheless, she mustered hubby
long since retired dragoon
late...

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             QUEST 


              Quest for meaning of life runs continuous...

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A true poem of my own Mothers battle with Dementia.  You were the best Mother.

Twenty Five years ago this week you died. It was such a shock I cried and cried


But deep in my...

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“They Stole My Crown”
©2021 Jerry Brotherton

On the eve of Coronation Day, the old king had lost the fight.
He called his court jesters together; told them something didn’t seem quite right.
All in my kingdom love me,...

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He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d fought for his country and of his manifold valiant deeds,
Speaking...

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The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,  
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power 
the spurt of  history gives, it goes...

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CHRISTMAS AT THE CUCKOO'S NEST

Of all the holidays that come and go
Christmas is the one that we love best.
No matter how crazy, it just goes to show
we love the yuletide in the cuckoo’s nest.

We deck...

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from all identical to nothing identical
many exceptions to no exceptions
eventually deduced from the above 
all deductions being eventual
that to have a spirit there must be suffering
now for the latest in strong arm technology
The U.S. Bureau...

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"Franklin, why do you want such a fat, ugly bird?
Are you getting senile, or just being absurd?"

"Clearly, Mr. Adams, you are not being a friend.
My dove, not the turkey, will win in the end.

Though Franklin's...

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Staring into the glass in the still dark of night
I can't see anything, pitch black, yet I know I caught a glimpse of your smile.
Banging in my head never ceases fire, but I force quiet...

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HAVEN     INTRO.

*I am a lover of vampire stories and movies. So, I have decided to try it on for size, 
and create a free verse series, on my own conjuring Vamp...

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8/11/12
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There is a small soul within every crowd
A soft voice against the senile bickering of the strong
And the small souls wish they would listen
Wish you would listen

But the ears of the majority have been stuffed...

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