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Edna Sweetlove Nov 2014
My uncle is in a twilight home
for the seriously demented
and he'll never be coming back
from the place he's in
even if he could find the ******* way.

"Dear Edna" (my uncle wrote) "I am feeling low today
mainly because of the diarrheoa
I have had for the past week
although how you could get the runs
from eating pre-mashed milk pudding
is a ******* mystery to yours truly
I blame the African chef
I don't think he washes his hands
after he drops a log or two.

"It has been so long since your Auntie Linda passed
over to what may be a better place
than here because it could hardly be
worse what with the bedbugs
and the Asian nurse who keeps making me
use a bedpan in public as a punishment
for wetting the bed.

"To be frank with you though,
sometimes I can't remember
what I did yesterday or tomorrow either
but on other days everything is clear
and I think there is a Chinaman hiding
in my bedside cabinet and I am worried he might be
some sort of homosexualist after my *******
especially after my weekly bath
when it's relatively fresh.

"And, my dear niece (if that's who you are
I am not two hundred percent sure at the moment),
I don't think I got my breakfast today again
what a ****** surprise but at least
I won't have the runs again
it's because the Filipino nurses are eating it
my breakfast I mean not the other stuff.

"Your auntie my dear late wife was a truly gentle soul
and I am sure she is the only woman I have ever truly loved
the others were just a bit of spare how's-your-father
even though she could be very trying at times
and I remember once she bit someone
from the social security services
when they tried to help her up
off the kitchen floor after one of her attacks
she thought he was trying to cop a quick feel-up
below the waistline on the sly."


There's a rather nasty splodge on the paper
at this juncture, it looks like Uncle Bert
coughed up a lump of something
or other semi-terminal.

*"I've been thinking it over
about the nurse who stole my breakfast
and I might be mistaken.
I think it's quite possible she could be Romanian
now that we are in the European Union
there's a lot of funny people about
and they're taking over everything
you can't get Wagon Wheels in the tuckshop any more
only some beetroot flavoured biscuits.

"I am very worried one fine day I shall wake up
and not remember all the happy times
about my long years with my dear late wife
whose name eludes me for the moment
but I am still worried about the carpet slipper
and breakfast thieves round here.

"I fancied a nice piece of boiled salmon for lunch today
but it will be fish fingers once more this Friday
not that there's any catholics in here
and the staff are muslims in any case
and don't these people know fishes
don't have fingers, but flippers and fins
not that I'd eat a fin but that's another
country in the European Union I think
or it might be Frinton-on- Sea
where I think I once got a bit
of outdoor legover action.

"I wouldn't mind dying but I am scared to do it just yet
because I think I have lost my faith in baby Jesus
in fact I can't remember who she is even
and I hope my Linda (I remembered her name now)
will have gone to heaven in spite of biting
that health worker when he goosed her
the thought of going to heaven and she's not there
would be ******* dreadful
as I fancy a bit of the other.

"I think I can hear someone in the next ward
singing obscene songs in a wavering voice
with a la-la-la for the forgotten words
but remembering all the good bits
the bits they miss out of the Daily Mail.

"Where in God's name is my lunch
and who has got my slippers
how many times must I ask
and where is my bedpan when I need it?
Can you bring me one, Edna,
it would be nice to have a bedpan
all to myself as I hate sharing one
with Mr Ali as his son keeps sending him
cold takeaway curries which means
his motions are very strong indeed
Love from your uncle Bert.
PS I will put you back in my will
if you come up with that bedpan."
This is the 2nd in my "Uncle Bert" series.
Rumi Oct 2020
I was passing by through my table,
I saw that one thing…
That one thing that in itself is a fable,
Standing there, tall, like a king.

I don't know if it was a present,
Or a tool to make me dive into the past,
I prefer the latter and resent,
That I will be losing a part of my world, fast.

The world that we created together,
An Earth full of memories,
To which I would love to tether,
And ease all my worries.

The endless number of clicks,
That we took wherever we went,
Are the life and strong bricks,
Of the Memory House, where all the time we spent.

Remember those long nature walks,
Or the Hide ‘n’ Seek in the Motor Garage?
And those “new” Double-Meaning Talks,
Created in Grade-4 due to Rage, or was it courage?

I still remember the “Hundred Day”,
And our lonely corners,
And the Night Outs in May,
At our best friends’, now former?!

The Trips, were as if our lives,
And the Tuckshop, our heart,
Or the Night outs were our little memory hives,
Just like the sessions of Sports, Music, and Art.

What about the games of Confessions?
Or the Truth or Dares?
And the savage teasing's during the sessions?
That I will remember, even if no one cares.

While all of this was getting traced into the memory,
Many of us left, we fell apart,
But, that did not make them just a memory to bury,
We are still together in the heart!

We have been together,
Through thick and thin,
And I can't lose you guys, whatever be the matter,
Nor would I forget the school, even if our worlds spin.
this was a poem by one of my writer friend who has her farewell this year......
i will miss her
Yenson Jul 2021
Everything you say will be
used against you
Really, is that so, well here's
the chance to rope dopes
Well, I remember a guy while
at school during Paperchase
who would lay
a false trail and go off to the
Tuckshop
where he would sit and munch
chips and  sup fizzy
while the runners were haring
over dales and meadows
and retracing their steps
over and over again
He actually thought it was
hilarious
while blaming the winds for
blowing and scattering
the trails
Chaps, that fellow wasn't me
Everything you say will be taken down
and used against you
Hmmm.......

— The End —