Poetry

Fluffy cat loves to cuddle.

She loves pets.

She does not love being scared.

She is playful and energetic.

She has claimed the title

boss of the house.

She is the usurper!

She is awesome.

The thrill of the boom.

Noise that reverberates around the room.

The lightening strike that caused it.

The closer it was the louder the clap of thunder.

However for some it causes fear.

The raw energy of nature.

Directed at the Earth below.

An answering of age old dances.

Nature never forgets.

Which is humans must be reminded every time!

Paperwork downloaded

To be filled out.

Phone calls to make.

Children to wrangle.

Last week of school.

Appointments to get to.

But most of all planning!

Planning for activities for the summer

that keep me from pulling my hair out in frustration!

Fear runs rampant

while eyes blinded

overlook the wounds

currently being inflicted.

Choices are made

to keep people apart.

Us versus them.

No longer is it

WE are united.

Dreams turn to nightmares

and nightmares become real.

Which child becomes the one to save us?

Or have we already killed them all off?

Nobody is safe from the collusion.

Apple juice.

Unsweetened.

Naturally sweet.

Delicious.

Great for a sugar rush.

Nothing beats apple juice.

Well, except for maybe apple pie!

An onlooker

makes the thoughts disappear.

How can I be creative

when there is someone

looking over my shoulder!

Darn fly

distracting me.

My poem is doomed.

I will be a pariah forever…

or at least until the next one

which

hopefully will be more coherent.

Appearances only count.

Stupidity makes it easier.

Nothing is forever.

Only the greatest showmanship allowed.

Bad people don`t get what they want.

Except in real life

where real people are torn away

from the families they love.

Publicity for their own sake

and not for all of humanity.

Being poor sucks.

Being mentally ill sucks.

Being responsible sucks.

Seeing the world spiral down sucks.

Politics, ugh, suck.

Seeing the turbulence in families suck.

Not being able to stop it in mine sucks.

When life sucks

I need more lemons

so I have a reason to make the sour face.

She has already changed her mind.

She does not want to go to school.

Yesterday she went

for the last 2 hours.

Any amount of time

is a victory for me.

To do so in a way

that does not suppress my child’s focus

on being healthy is hard to do.

So I wait and see

if the bus comes and she gets on it.

There is always the one Song.

It gets stuck in your head.

Others may try to replace it.

But that Song likes you singing it.

Over

and Over

and Over again!

Even if no one else hears the words.

Your brain likes to make you listen

until you no longer hope for release

and the crazy lyrics begin to form

a new version for your personal entertainment.

So sing the song

and song the sing.

Forever!