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Senile

In senility deep, the whispers flow
A truth concealed, as doubts bestow
From day one’s dawn, the tales unfold
That Joe Biden's mind, a story bold

© daniel miltz

IT WAS CALLED SENILE

Many decades ago, 
You would rarely here
Anything about or see 
An elderly person
Act up, they use to
Call it senile but this day
And time, it is hard to believe
That so many people have come
Up with a disease that 
They call dementia, which is
Similar to senile	
Is it the chemicals in the water

senile stork

Senile Stork is out of control again
He brought a full sized eight-year-old to the newcomers
They were irritated to the max

Why don’t they retire that old bird?
It is not easy getting rid of these old-timers
Especially when they are not willing to go

He bit the hand off the last person who tried to boss him
“We can get used to her!” the new daddy said after hearing this.
“She is darling!” said his wife.

Senile Dilemma

An old man has trouble taking a pee
Nothing could be worse, it is plain to see
Unless it’s some other,
Like Uncle or Brother,
But, unfortunately, this time it’s me!

Written October 16, 2022

Sagely Senile Pipe Smoking Sal

Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal.
She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal.
But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl?
This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul!

They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel.
She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl.
You see in this coven; the matriarch is always an owl.
Besides no one dares double-cross sagely senile sensuous Sal.

She knows when the trees will sap, and the wind will howl.
She is wise beyond the wisest of any weird human gal.
Her witch hat is a tiny clue that she is more than a mere fowl.
If you come by, be prepared to please pipe-smoking Sal.

Senile Age

Senile Age
I am worst than the dirt
you step aside from,
so as not to get your shoes dirty,
more or less your mind.
I am old and senile,
a bald head
filled with rancid ignorance.
Ghosts and goblins has invaded,
becoming my pals.
A phenomenon of deceleration.
I became cloistered
from myself.
Nothing worth anyone’s effort.
So just go.
Go far away,
and let me ramble in my err.
recurrences I cannot rid myself of.
Leave me or you will become me.
©Al Juman The "Said" Poet 4/20/2022

The Senile

She walks relentlessly to and fro
Silent, serene without much ado
What does she search incessantly?
Her shrinking weak, thin physique shaking
Her nerves and bones tingling and aching
Why does she run passionately?

She's senile. To me I often say
There's every sign I see, anyway
'Tell me your secret, my dear mother;
Is an evil spirit haunting you?
Is any power par pulling you?
Why this food in your carrier?

It's then when I went on her way once
Of course, out of meager eagerness
A half-dead woman she did show;
'She's my sister. Weaker than me, see!
Who's for her, in this world, but, me?'
She isn’t. I’m senile. Now I know.


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Getting Senile

“Open your mouth!” the old lady demanded.
He clamped it shut, not what she commanded.
“Hey! I am warning you!” she swiftly shrieked.
She was holding a toothbrush that clearly reeked.
The turtle’s head pulled back, in a simple disappear.
She was getting senile, the poor old dear!
She thought the turtle was her little son, Tom.
When in fact to Viet Nam he had gone.
The turtle was his replacement, sad to say.
Tommy has been gone since 1969, in May.

Tiptoe In the Night

she tippy toed
as gently as she could
not wanting to disturb
forgetting where she was
and where she was heading to

locked in a distant dream
stopped dead in her tracks
in the midst of darkness
she opened the door
to let herself out
amused by the 
stillness of the night
the brightness of the moon

following a midnight breeze
the scent of a distant dream
enchanted by the 
glitter of a million stars
she tiptoed as gently as she could



AP: 2nd place 2020

Posted on December 27, 2019

Senile , Me

S ince I've gotten on in years,
E verything seems to have changed.
N ow when I walk into a room,
I t seems things have been rearranged.
L ittle things just here and there,
E xchanged, somehow made different.

M ost explain it easily,
E xcuse you, senile, Me?

Squashed Sky And Senile Smile

The evening dainty drizzle
Dances with twilight tinge
Descends in tumbling torrent 
Through the opaque night
Enwrapping enshrined
The squashed sordid sky
Waiting to unfurl wide in vain
The rain rinsed petals
Under dawning sun to paint
Ruptured rainbow charm.

The juvenile sparkling smile
Innate innocence configured
Cascades as care-free stream
In captivating youthful valley
For a while with ageless aura
Inundates the pristine plateau
The flooded unblemished face 
Waits for the turning time
Spread dense obscurity dust
Erase senile smile without trace.

Started Becoming Senile

Started Becoming Senile

After thinking about it for a while
Years of age had begun to compile
Often about it lied and prevaricated;
When I was born even post-dated;
Like all old people ended up senile.

Jim Horn

The Senile Chemistry Professor

The Senile Chemistry Professor

By Elton Camp

On retirement old Doc did belong
But he stayed at the job too long

Although his students it did amuse
When ionic and covalent he’d confuse

Carbon in organics is never found
To them had a very strange sound

The dean didn’t know what to say
But the problem resolved one day

Doc took a drink and was no more
What he thought H20 was H2SO4

Song of a Senile Dog

There once was an addled old dog
Who thought he was some sort of frog.
He would sit by the pond
And croak out a song
Of his time in some distant bog.


TLH

© 05/15/2012

Old Senile Man

Loser walking on the road
Look at him and cry
That is enough to die
Jack-knife 
Parents old enough to be ancient
Lover of seven seasons
Wishes of love
Crazy old senile man
Hold him tight
Hug him
Jack-knife

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