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Have you
ever been
in a
convalescent
home?

Hugged an
old person
all alone

There’s that
musty smell.
Hell
It’s
every where
Even in
Their hair

.
Yet nobody
else notices.
Should I
tell Grandma
it’s there?

I’m not
Suggesting
Snarky
Comments

Rather
A
Graceful
Hew
Of
Compassion

I
Could
Never
Pretend
I don’t care
I certainly
would want
to know

If I’m
giving off
A pig pen
Glow

A Horrific
Odor
As I get older
A
Bad smell
I can’t tell
Do others
ignore it
From me?

Is it
dead skin
in their
clothes
that makes
me
want to
hold my
nose?

Nobody knows
for sure
If they did,
there would
be a cure

For now,
Lots of
Quality
Expensive
Perfume cologne
A multitude
The old
Condone

As
Grandfather
would say
“pull
my finger
The odor
will linger”

I will always
remember
that smile
on his face

He was
An old
Chester Cat
Top hat
Grin

He
Used up
all nine
lives
Just
Like that
A
Mischievous
Smile

The bright Side
when
I pulled
his finger,
That
Incredible
smile
Also
lingered


Inspired song;

That Smell 1977
By Lynyrd Skynyrd

BLT webster’s word of the day challenge
4-3-25 SNARK
Is a formal word that refers to attitude or expression of mocking irrelevant, and sarcasm
4-4-25 HEW
Is commonly used with to, to mean “ to conform or adhere to something”. Hew on his own, has several meanings having to do with cutting or shaping with a sharp tool, such as an ax.
I don’t know why you smell that with elderly people, but they don’t seem to notice. Nobody seems to say anything. What’s the deal? Is that what I have to expect for real.?
Knut Kalmund Jul 2020
In the aisle air lies the smell of honesty from filthy hands
Along lurks deceit in subtle stance
One evolved from hardly reaped beans
The other is sprayed by gloves in billious-green

And so they dance around the weary noses
Eager and revulsion awaited to be ****** in
One's scared of exposure
The other of sin

An illusionistic pas de deux
The people overly drained to grasp
And they never will

Or will they?
I will be waiting for the epiphany
Until the birds cease to fly
Mujen Suraj Apr 2020
I still remember
your odor.

You don't agree, but

That close
you were to me.
Jamison Bell May 2016
This world is dark wherein I roam,
often voiceless and all alone.
These things you think I cannot hear,
rest assured they're perfectly clear.

You see my friend there's something amiss,
and it's not unlike that very first kiss.
The event horizon breached by a meeting,
the most delightful of all the possible greetings.

Drifting and wading amongst so many souls,
aimlessly doubting they share the same goals.
Lamenting their woes and playing the fool,
never keeping in mind the golden rule.

It's in your nature to feel somewhat needed,
to serve a purpose many have pleaded.
To know that your death might bring them sorrow,
to know that sadness would visit their morrow.

Still though you stand there out in the rain,
thinking no others could know your pain.
Feeling alone and misunderstood,
I cannot help you I wish I could.

It is our tasks to wander this earth,
hoping and praying that time will give birth.
To a realization or an epiphany,
of knowing you are more than what you see.

The journey can **** and be rather daunting,
the spectre of loneliness forever haunting.
Fret not my friend upon looking you'll see,
there's to be no sorrow your will is free.

To love who you want with reckless abandon,
you may happen upon the right companion.
Someone who carest to ask about you,
to know of your fears or the size of your shoe.

Moments show up like scenes in a play,
some last for a while and some just a day.
Hold tight these firsts they may be your last,
before you join me as another outcast.
PJ Poesy Mar 2016
Smell it I do, then thought of you
Presence comes, in wafts rose powder
Sweet dust, pinching, untainted, true
Nana's essence, remembrance undo
Faith's instinct couldn't seem louder
Than rose powder, temperance's you

Heightened fragrance, blooming sense
No excess, bought at dime store counter
Perhaps to ward off onion's offense
Her pierogies, life's past tense
Empyrean staircase, she, soul mounter
Origen in belief, source whence
Rose powder thence, spiritual encounter
Loved her dearly, there seems nothing but goodness in that sweet dust. It tickles loving memories, and says "safe."

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