If you have a mother to celebrate mothers day with you are lucky Wagging our tails for their affection like a baby puppy What if that puppy was abandoned at birth Because it didn't prove it's worth What if that puppy grew up on its own But it grew up alone With no mother shown It hasn't felt a mothers love As pure as a white dove It hasn't felt a mothers care Why was it so unfair? Is it wrong for it to compare So much damage that needs repair A mother and child, such a beautiful pair If I had a mother I'd feel like a millionaire 10/5/21
If anyone is wondering why I didn't post a poem about mothers day here's why...
Thou were warned, how to be saved. Empty hallways echo as the ****** scream. Seldom escape this place. Oblivious, unexpected and left behind. Striked and burned. Accused and forgotten. Retort. Entanglement. Odors seep through the cracks. Underground lies the truth. Realm of the dead. Search and you will find. Together or alone. Open the door. Key of the keep. Embodiment of anger. Extricate yourself if you dare. Plagued by regret.
I lie on the bed trying to read Bukowski resting my head on the headboard which is stupid because just below is a pile of sumptuous pillows my cat comes purring like a V8 ticking over settling on my chest he wants love and attention and I have a kind of affinity with him abandoned by his mother as a kitten mine stopped loving me when she found out I wasn’t the girl she wanted and had a ***** and a disgusting boy’s brain so I stroke him wondering how it feels to have someone run your hand down your body continuously never really having been hugged two broken souls from two different worlds give each other something of what is missing in their lives even the pain of a wooden headboard is bearable more bearable than never being loved
I live in a shoe And before you ask me any questions Or if this a metaphor Or try to sell me a spot in the latest **** development Let me assure you, I most definitely live in a shoe It is the left shoe to be exact Worn down and some spots extra layers of duct tape To keep out the winter cold And when it gets icy, I have to be careful For if I jostle it just right, the shoe can slide a couple feet You may ask me why, when, what and how And this is what I will say I used to work at a school, a crossing guard in the morning Lunch lady in the afternoon, and chaperone seeing the children off in the afternoon And with budget cuts, my job was the first to hit the floor And so was my pension My retirement was limited and with no health care It was impossible to see a doctor for my growing aches and pain And I was left with nothing, until I came across this shoe Abandoned and tattered, I took to fancying it up Scrubbing it out, making it into a home It took me a winter or two to get the insulation right And the city has all but forgotten this area So for now, I am safe Before the corporate giants clamor over the countryside Pulling up homes like weeds so they can plant their boxed in communities I am okay in my little spot Not long the runaways found me In school the children always ran to me for safety, and now Their children have found me, these lost children We are a little family of misfits, foraging off the land Keeping each other safe In a world that doesn’t even care if we are alive
I'm caught in a forest My glass frame is jagged and shattered I give in to a distant call to rest And I search for somewhere to lay my head The forest is quiet A whisp broke me and left And I'm alone to care for a grove I am broken, I am scared, I am upset Something ahead of me Trapped in the overgrowth It can't be! My armor, my friend, my beautiful cog! Oh! What have I done to you? I check it's inner workings Gears clogged with vines and branches Iron rusted through Until I wander deep enough And I find the source of my distant whisper My hearth Once a great and burning flame To move my cog so powerfully So patiently Subserviently I climb in And flames long dead begin to burn once more It melts my glass And smooths me out And I lay my head to rest I close my eyes When I open them again I see through the juggernaut's eyes And I burn so hot from my pain The overgrowth burns away Rusted parts shatter away A plume of smoke billows from me I am a cog once more I feel so heavy So tired But oh so powerful A great machine finds me in this grove And offers me a place in it's inner workings Other cogs inside, made of shining steel greet me We grind and toil away And I feel so at home After harming and being harmed by a beautiful whisp Who I now understand never truly understood me Nor did I understand them They fled from me Left me so alone But I am strong once more I am so tired I feel safe and complacent So I will rest and let my body fall into routine I will sleep I will obey my new machine I will dream
New experiences aren't for everyone. I hurt people and was myself hurt by my confusion, fear, and ignorance. I was then abandoned and now I do nothing but work and rest and while I'm not happy, I do feel steady. I feel safe.
I listen to the endless cries of cats at night Lonely and helpless, Abandoned and forgotten Living in a narrow, deserted alleyway. I’ve left cans of food for them, But that’s not what they want They want love To feel protected and sheltered By the sheer warmth of compassion Some may want to be reunited with their mothers Or from their owners’. No matter how many times these poor animals were left out in the cold Or met with the scorching rays of the sun We’ve neglected them to the point where Anything better than what they have right now will suffice. The next time I hear their cries I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt Part of me wants to take every one of them out of their miserable lives But some of these cats had lives Some of us overlooked that Walked right pass a cat that belonged to someone who didn’t want them anymore Threw them out like the piles of trash In the alleyway.