Poetry Please...

I guess you could say that I'm not averse to rhyming verse. I've always enjoyed writing it, and I especially enjoy constructing limericks - they seem to me to have a particular elegance. Since the onset of my dementia, I have found that I sometimes wake from sleep with a completed poem or limerick in my head that simply needs to be written down. I'm not saying that they're good - who am I to judge? But they rhyme and they're simple and accessible. Here are a few examples of the cornucopia of weirdness that my brain has become: Remember.

Remember, remember, I just can’t remember

There’s something that’s stuck in my mind

It’s a name, it’s a face, it’s a time, it’s a place

It’s a “something” I just cannot find.

Remember, remember, why can’t I remember

Things once so close to my heart?

Soon loved ones, once dear, will be strangers I fear

And I can’t stop things falling apart.

Remember, remember, I try to remember

Names I once held in my hand

But nowadays I find, they come into my mind

And then slip through my fingers like sand.

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A demented old codger named Pete

Whose memory began to deplete

Said “it isn’t so bad”

“Cos no-one gets mad”

“If I say something too indiscrete”.

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Old Peter, though somewhat confused

Was more often amused than bemused

“It’s ironic” he said

“That I’m losing the thread”

“When most of my brain’s still unused”.

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There was an old man from Dundee

Who joined 3NDWG*

Although not demented

He felt quite contented

'Cos there was no membership fee.

(*3 Nations Dementia Working Group)

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There once was a girl from Valencia

Who lived with a form of dementia

When asked "what's it like"?

She answered dreamlike

"It's a wild and exciting adventure".

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A wizened old man from Beijing

Said "dementia's a terrible thing"

“But don't treat us like kids”

“Or compliant bovids”

“Or assume that we all want to sing”.

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Here is a "concrete" poem that I wrote this morning (20/09/2020) Quite difficult. Hope it works: