I Fall in love with Dementia?
"I Fall in love with Dementia? "
…"It is very sad world
Those who fall in love with
'Dementia'
Without knowing the past medical record
I was unfortunate to fall in love with?
How will I ever divorce my sincere love?
Dementia she has no interest in me no more!
Totally lost taste in life?
Acting as a stranger in my life.
How do I forget my love?
And divorce my life from Dementia?
She was only my life when I ever met
Today I cry alone Dementia recognized me no more!
'I love you'
Seem no value by name Dementia to her
Was I not unfortunate to fall into loving nest?
Please tell his or her
I still love Dementia?
Till God part us apart between us.
It is not our mistake to fall in love with Dementia but
To search for clue myself how much actually I do
Love Dementia in life once beauties drive my lonely hearts.
Those who are in love with
Dementia please take care of
It inspire all nation beauty of Dementia
And will inspire with passion of love.
Neuropsychiatric Symptoms of Dementia
Activity of ritual five times a day contributes
Lose of memories bring into soul, mind and heart.
Practice of Ritual the Therapy of Biblical
Recitation of Holy Bible Quran help
Those who are righteous believer
In the name of Lord.
Behavioral and or Psychological symptom
Deteriorate Disease of any kind except death!
Wash away spiritually disease heal where it pain
Toward better health in human being life on earth.
Prostrates secretly appreciate your Lord
To forgive you as sinner of all
Your memory, mind and health
Hand of almighty Lord by any method
Not hand of medical teams or doctors.
Remember your life belong to you
Don't give to your doctors to play with
Worship your Lord donate your life to God,
Then you and I free from any known disease.
Search Holy Bible or Quran for the truth,
No matter who ever you are
At the most critical time in life.
"La-He-La-Ha-Hil-Lal-La-Hu" ;
Is medication or treatment for any symptom?
To cure from your known illness
It duty tax free given to you all,
Only those who trust.
My heart arches for my beauty of Dementia
How much I love in word I lost as oceans of Sea waves!
How to recover my Dementia to love me again in life
My dear Lord you are only hope in my life remain for
My lover Dementia to bring memory back to reality.
Far as skies I discovered your name 'Allah'
And inside human being body
Today who should I bet in life?
Other than your name?
I shall never divorce my love Dementia by virtue nor
Will I forget your name 'Allahu' but recites in vain?
Until my Dementia say
'I Love You'
In life again.
As mentioned Holy Bible Quran Sura Kaf
After 109 years
Human memory returned in life how?
Without treatment or medication.
Dementia I love you by any cost?
It a lesson my Lord given us to learn from
Our generation to follow his instruction
In culture, in heritage and in our society.
To void such symptom
In generation in human being life or,
Search for treatment in the universes,
If you are honest and truthful indeed."
poem by Abdul Haye Amin
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Space Dementia
? is the one for me
It gives me all I need
And helps me coexcist with the ??
You make me sick because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play on me
Space dementia in your eyes
Peace will arise and ?? us apart
And make us meaningless again
You'll make us wanna die
I'd cut your name in my heart
We'll destroy this world for you
I know you want me to feel your pain
Space dementia in your eyes
Peace will arise and tear us apart
And make us meaningless again
song performed by by Muse from Origin Of Symmetry
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Australia is already a world leader in dementia research, treatment and care.
quote by Julie Bishop
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On entering
Dementia gone
A widow now
A hand extends
To lose her tears
poem by Michael Oliver
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Dementia is not exclusively a problem of the developed world.
quote by Julie Bishop
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A Fool's Requiem
O God, please stop the endless flow
Of cliches from this poet's pen -
In case you didn't already know
He's fallen deep in love again! !
From far and wide throughout the land
I hear his faithful readers yawn -
Perhaps his verses should be banned,
I doubt if anyone would mourn!
It's time he pulled himself together
And took control of his roving eyes,
In rain or sun, whatever the weather
We hear his lost self-pitying cries.
Roll on the time of his dementia!
Forgive me, friends, but I need a break
From hearing about true love's adventure,
The endless tears and the poor heart's ache!
This man's obsessed with the birds and bees
And it's never done him any good,
It really seems to be a disease,
Perhaps he's dying - I wish he would! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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(to all poets) Head in the Clouds
My head was up in the clouds
No daylight to be found.
White and gray clouds covered my sight
I could not see for my mind was in flight.
I looked all around and all I could see
Was the clouds covering me.
I felt like I was in a plane
And all the passengers seeing the same.
So I know I’m not the only one
Who feels this way
Millions of people go through this
From day to day.
It doesn’t matter to you what
The others are going through
Just that it’s happening to you.
You don’t like this feeling
of being up in the air
And with others your thoughts
You can not share.
Is this a sign of dementia or Alzheimer’s
Disease, And can I set myself free.
They say “ the mind is a terrible thing to lose”
It is not something that we choose.
Will I forget my loved ones
And everything that’s around
Will I stumble and fall to the ground.
Right now we still have our faculties
But for how long will that be?
So let us continue to write while we can
For tomorrow we can not plan.
Write everything that you think
See and feel, for in the future
Your mind may reel.
Head up in the clouds? Who is to say.
Until the medical fields find a better way.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Shearer
The helplessness
of old age
the shearer
cutting the dags
from the sheep
freeing them from wool
encrusted with fly-blown shit
and maggots
got crossed in my mind
with my father's dementia.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Otherness
A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.
I intend to proceed to-
explore the dementia,
accepting the uncertinity
of human symbol.
Snatched by ascending
tomorrow, you are not yourself
today, I am not myself,
clinging to sleeveless death.
Fear hauls you up on the
brazen rocks, you stand
alone in sun to find your toes
breaking the sound waves.
poem by Satish Verma
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Greater public recognition will also be critical in encouraging prevention and early intervention, and more generally in building public support to meet the challenges of dementia.
quote by Julie Bishop
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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.
We were falling apart behind the curtains.
poem by Satish Verma
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Mothers Horror
Pain is watching your mother take her last breath
Pain is seeing the doctor announce her death
They said she could hear, till the very last
Whispering I love you mom, I forgive you for the past
Trying to hold back emotion, biting my lip
Knowing any moment she'd be taking that trip
Fighting back the tears, I was totally numb
Chewing on my fingernails and biting on my thumb
The time passed so slowly, while I was in shock
I'd sit weeping for a while and then take a walk
Oh mother don't leave me, I just found your love
I knew it had to end, she was needed above
Her suffering finally ended, late one night
Angels took her home, when she gave up the fight
Now all I'm left with, are many memories of pain
The nursing home killed her, cause her to be slain
I will fight till the end, for her you see
I don't have dementia, they'll have to deal with me
You love them and you think you give them the very best
It's a home of horrors, by now you've guessed
They made plenty of money, for her to stay
Closing them down is what I pray!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Waning Cynical
Saturdays at the patisserie,
I sometimes burn my arms, wrists or hands,
balancing hot pie trays and dodging chefs.
New scars overlie old, pink on brown on white.
I'm middle-aged Icarus with singed bat-wings,
in the slow burn of everyday life.
I plan on drowning in dementia,
I enjoy a good melodrama.
poem by Diane Hine
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Farther Away
To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
when you discover yourself.
A dark energy impels you
in a cosmos which was drifting
towards eternity. A fight between
space & time ultimately settles
for a second life.
Paralysed mind goes into dementia.
A riverbed, waterless, where you can dig out
the ancient marbles, edifice of a great flaming past.
It was obscene. At a hunger meet
tables were set with delicious cuisine.
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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Vinegar Smile
She turned cold, bitter, feckless
True archetype of vexed tartness
With vinegar smile on pouted lips
Ran off friends and partnerships
(Horrors of Dementia)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The beloved stranger
It was about seven years
after her breakdown
which she could not remember, and
which I could not forget
that one day
as I was creaming and powdering her
more intimately than I ever expected to as a man to his mother,
she turned to me and said -
inching her way
with supreme heroic human effort
out of the black and midnight subsoil maze
of dementia - said
carefully, enquiringly
as if to establish a relevant fact,
'Are we related? '
And I knew not how to answer...
Then after some few days
I found a way to ease that pain:
as I creamed and powdered
the soreness under her still fine womanly breasts
at a hundred and two years of age
I said quietly
to her uncomprehending memory,
'beloved stranger...'
it wasn't a joke that she could share, but
it helped a little.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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.
You see the way she studied
the roofs of houses
from her window
of her lonely room;
grey tiles and skies
with mists and gloom.
You see her now
mind gone
to dementia’s claim;
hardly remembering
a face or place or name;
but still that lost look
that drowning
in a maze of words
in some dark
foreign language book.
poem by Terry Collett
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De……..
When hope returns, will you be in
alternative mind?
Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey
in a bowl of momentum while I have a
sense of alienation collecting a cloud of
Memories ripping open the gates of tears
and blood for the human cost of dementia;
the disorientation was not complete in
Orthomolecular state, a suicidal visit will also
not bring the diagnosis of pain and iridium hole
of perception in a concentration camp for
searching a bomber base, whether milk thistle
Drags the fears out of the bodies and heals.
I would not come back to hemiplegic wisdom
of the land that was lost centuries back to
occuping, omnipresent knowledge, the eagle
had burned his wings in holy fire!
poem by Satish Verma
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To Meet Again
Your mother died
a peaceful death
no heart attack
no fight
for breath
no death rattle
into the night
just a sudden
departure
like a switched out light
all her long life
concluding in this
a gentle going
death's soft kiss
a daughter
at her mother's
bedside
holding her hand
her dementia
needed Teddy
held there
at the end
your mother
died suddenly
to an unexpected
sleep and rest
all worries
and anxieties
gone away
all hoping
and believing
to meet again
some day.
poem by Terry Collett
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I Love You Lord Jesus
I love you, Lord.
I love you, Lord
More than anyone in this world
Because Your love is the greatest of all.
I love you, Lord
For You are my Protector
When the world is against me.
I love you, Lord
Because You are the one
Who gives me strength and hope.
I love you, Lord
Because You alone
Who understand me.
I love you, Lord
Because You love me
More than I love you.
I love you, Lord
For helping my family,
Relatives, and friends.
I love you, Lord
Because You are my guiding light
When my life is full of darkness.
O Lord, so many reasons to love you
But even without these reasons,
I still love you, Lord Jesus.
I know,
You have loved me before,
You love me now,
You will love me tomorrow,
And for the rest of my life.
I love you, Lord Jesus...
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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