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Alzheimer's

All of you people are deserving censure
If you laugh at people suffering from dementia!
You'll be old yourself one day,
Your limbs will be weak and your hair will be grey,
Do you think it'll be fun to be locked away?
Deprived of any dignity,
Hidden away behind lock and key?
'I'm not gonna let them do that to ME! '
Says your angry voice,
But you'll have no choice,
You may be rich but there's no guarantee
That anyone will honour your liberty,
You take it for granted you'll always be free,
But it isn't that simple, believe you me! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Must Keep Thinking

These wheels in my brain
just keep on turning
and as they turn
they keep me yearning.
For there's so much to know
and times moves too fast.
Will my brain keep working?
Oh please let it last.
My dad got dementia
and he would forget.
What are my chances?
Is it Russian roulette?

I do crossword puzzles
and write everyday.
I listen to people
to remember what they say.
I make myself lists
and write things down.
I listen to music

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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Faithful

Basking in brothels of mighty corridors,
who was seeking an annulment
of lemon grass for enquiring into the
genesis of mutilation?

It was a terrifying situation for
a smell, drifting on the tarrif of
polity when fingers were busy
to dig in the flesh of victims.

Cleric wants to dictate the rhyme
of poetry distilled from anger.
Hundreds of thousands of monarchs were flying
in defence of dementia. The age was awry of death.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound
of melting. Somebody is drawing the green blood.
Dismembered, I swagger barefoot
on the steps of black clouds to take revenge.

poem by Satish Verma
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I Love To Watch You

I love to watch you
My eyes become moths drawn by a flame
And you flicker in directions
That are fingers and thumbs on a guitar that’s playing

You permeate the haze
Of my clinging cobweb of lovers
I stare without shame
And time that formerly skipped by goes silent
Hovering above us

You’re fluid art
Every move and gesture becomes a stitch in a design
Accessorizing my heart
Sprucing up the bland interiors pick pocket loves left behind

I love to watch you
I do not want to deprive my pet dementia
You smile because you know
Patronizing because it is clear that I am thrilled you came here.

poem by Natasha Ashwe
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The Old Warrior, dode

(dode: Norwegian...died)

For thirty days his body fought
bribes many, temptations spurned
the warrior had simply chosen
his final act of courage

The end came in the night.
The gentle hand that led him forth
to lands where soldiers dwell
left his mask of death…at peace

Buried with honors, the guns did sound.
Respects were paid, off sped the lives
Then the final bookend of life did come
neatly printed and parchment too

Computers require their labels neat.
Dementia, progressive, reason given
Those that knew, knew this not true

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poem by C.H. Sund
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Falling Apart

A surreal religion comes, straight to altar.
The doubts shift, organise the intolerance.
Life looks deceitful and modesty goes awry.
The craft, the art, the maneuvering become sexed.
Sperms gauge the pathway.

The beauty of empty mind,
always delivers an eclectic music.
We search our hearts, the bared silence.
The death was creeping,
within the seeds and,
we were counting digital roses.
The pinnacle of vision was crumbling.

You squat on the cinders of untruths,
it was powerful dementia.
The denial of fire,
was your timeless perception.
The brain had ruined,
the realm of hard truths.

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poem by Satish Verma
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You See.

You see the way she looked
when father died.

That lost
in a dark maze gaze;
that emptied
of being stare,
still there
years later
as could be expected
of a devoted wife.

Could see
in her eyes
worlds set ablaze
and burnt out
leaving just gutted ruins
where love had been
and lived and slept.

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poem by Terry Collett
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Young Nation

Youth has dementia, after yesterday is today,
For they spend wages and money on us,
And then after, we succeed on others as far as the horizon.
Our inward nature collides on the child who masters other children,
He or she leads and stagnates the money, the prizes are taken
And force is failing, finding us will stagger the economy.
The ailments are cured when discovered,
Money is spent on the arrival of youth.
Controlling a fearsome woman will condemn the man
For women and men must inhabit themselves,
Loading their mouths with food and flowers,
Those vegetables are good, better, more luxurious
And the health of the young nation is in glory.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Paper Nest

Dementia begins. The ending starts.
Death had many names;
The mountain owls. They fly in flocks
and take prey diving on rabbits or great
bustards. Have you seen the courtship
display of bustards? They are heavy birds. Fly,
but also run very fast.

Soaring flight of eagle. Keen sight and a massive
hooked bill. Hawk takes prey by surprise.
Falcon catches prey from above.

I think water. Don't cry. Your son was
drowned in a tank when he was three. Head
down. We pulled him out after half-an-hour.
Brain damaged. He babbles now, lives a vegetable.

Neat. Death had many faces. You want her.
It will not come on asking. I think flames. We
must lock the house, and come out on skywalk.

poem by Satish Verma
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Before Or After... Alzheimers

Dementia’s realness with no lifeline,
The burning desires spills its ashes
On reality thru the twilight years.
Memories struggle against the power
Of the black hole of nothing,
That claw at your struggle
To hold memories in a box.
A box of time zones black and white,
Now spilt out in fragments
In disarray
All around your feet,
Tapping to the memento of the rocking chair.
I of your blood, who love you so,
Cannot let you go to the shuffle rooms of an
Old peoples home.
Your glazed eyes see thru me,
Am I not real, a ghost
A shell of myself? I feel you know.
Breakfast time approaches
“Mum your tablets”

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poem by Ken e Hall
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