Short Nursing Home Poems
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Blink
A year is gone
Cough
Your toddler is getting married
Yawn
You are in a nursing home
Yes
It is that fast.
He sits in the nursing home confined to a wheechair for the rest of his life, still able to think, a prisoner in his own body.
some or very old
there no longer gold
no lie
just there to die
its at time treated unkind
and misuesd
its the
NURSING HOME BLUES
Juvenility meets senility
Childlike to childish formality
Nursing home abnormality
Inmates extend hospitality
I run as if they have a malady
its a nursing home
in chair some or alone
its sad
some look mad
been sick
with legs very thick
doctor give ths bad news
its the
WHEEL CHAIR BLUES
Old age
Muted rage
Broke hips
Bitter lips
Happy thoughts
Are Fought
Sunny Days
Turn away
Why lie
Will die
Nursing home
Swallows groan
how often do we test the health of a president?
is the life of a president worth more to god than
that of a butcher, prisoner, carpenter or nursing home resident?
He waits for a woman,
Who’s shift was changed years ago,
But yesterday told him,
"Visit you on Wednesdays now "
So now he waits for her,
and Wednesday to come.
some come in
they look for friend
they have mabe a grim
very much
need that love touch
be aware
they have a soul not just old
needs indeed
NURSING HOME CARE
Lively gentleman Jim was an ankle stomper
a snazzy dresser, an avid dance floor romper
all of the old ladies loved taking a whirling painful turn
He was the Casanova dancer in the Nursing Home of Pern
They have the innocence of children.
Our certified nursing assistants love them.
Refer to them as "our “babies”.
Loving their childlike, eager, enthusiastic attitudes.
Nursing home magic, well-earned by the aged.
New Jersey is the type of place
Where you pay more and more
As you get older
While simultaneous the value
Of experiences grow less and less
Until one day
You're in a nursing home IV strapped
Sipping apple juice and leaking in a bed pan
Says, the old man begs him
each time he visits him at
the nursing home, to put a pillow
over his face while asleep help end
his suffering,
but he watches too many C.S.I spin-offs
on t/v ,
and the old guy’s just not worth the attention..
live for today my friend
arthritis in both ankles
has changed my life
do all the thing you dream of doing
before your body fails you
because it might
money should not stop you
you can pay it back bit by bit
as you sit in a nursing home, remembering ….
live for today my friend
arthritis in both ankles
has changed my life
do all the thing you dream of doing
before your body fails you
because it might
money should not stop you
you can pay it back bit by bit
as you sit in a nursing home, remembering ….
Show some respect for the children
Who have not been vaccinated
Healthcare costs are soaring
Although they're not highly rated!
Don't doom a child to a lifetime
Of being a nursing home pawn
Wearing your mask is no big thing
Delta is here! DON'T pass it on!
The husband of a friend
Is in an Alzheimer ward
Of a nursing home.
She visits him daily.
Most of the time
He doesn't know who she is.
She sits with him and
Strokes his hand.
One day, very near the end,
He puts his arm around her and says,
"You're the only girl I ever loved."
Form:
Where Saffron grew
is a Nursing home now
the demolished past
haunts us again
Where lovers once strode the fields
is a motorway now
Past love, knew no bounds
With faith in each other
and infinitive love
we walk the freckled way
The Ghosts speak softly
They have been recalled today
that call, a face
porcelain
pressed against glass
and dead eyes wrought
from an attic room
watching us
her name badge was
irrelevant
“No, those top rooms
are not used, full
of junk and all locked up”
yet the face watched us
leave; into
the further ghosts
of night
When bread
is this good
a morsel
will suffice
and when wine
is this good
a sip is enough
for the wraiths
and specters
coming toward
the altar now
on crutches
walkers
in wheel chairs
celebrating
the last Easter
some of them
will know
as they await
a resurrection
of their own.
Donal Mahoney
The second time I remember we meet. Looking at you upon my visit.
Rotted black encrusted feet. No longer lustrous and standing.
Nasal gastric tube in your nare. No running scheduled feedings.
Seeing you abandoned in the nursing home showed that the staff no longer had
any cares.
Balled in a fetal position. Shocked that you were ravaged.
Form:
I thought I'd seen it all before
What else could life now have in store
She called the game at half past three
The patients stared
Some stared at me
Cards were laid out nice and neat
All waited for the late day treat
The caller let the numbers flow
Her pace, of course, was very slow
Finally a hand went up
A quarter in the winner's cup
the great river meandering its lazy banks moves its fertility trough eons to keep you guessing its abundance.
The great river is whimsical with its torrents and torment to swallow in an instant your dreams of rich.
but you persevere from nursery to nursing home as in the between is a gift not to be questioned but lived to the fullest for a fool to play the game.
A car was parked illegally;
The hydrant wasn’t cleared,
Plus it was by a nursing home
And might have interfered.
I never would have noticed it,
But signage did impart
That a tow truck would be coming
‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start.
Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops
Who rarely have the choice
About issuing a ticket to
A reprobate Rolls Royce!
Little Troll
a little troll i said to she,
that is your friend, at work she be,
and then the dollars missing went,
and down the shop she went and spent,
ole johnson said it, see,
the nursing home cast her free,
and there was no dissent,
cept the Troll, she wanted a wee,
beware some Trolls are bent....
Don Johnson
Re: The Trouble With Trolls
Debbie Duncan