peanut butter and jam
for bread and butter
I wanted a puppy
but got a hamster instead
I wanted you to live forever
Until I wished you were dead
You promised me everything
it was always less than enough
You lacked imagination
I was never interested in stuff
Instead of substance you offered tough
Me not being understood was worse than rough
You bribed me with attention
so I would hang on every word
I was the invisible hopeful talker
who wanted to be heard
I waited for your pauses
Hoping for a say
But it seemed that you were breathless
morning night and day
Why did I think you were amazing
the true epitome
I believed in your greatness
the carefully constructed history
A lover of self a strange christianity
became your blasphemy
You gave little but wanted the most
I wanted to know you as a better man
You couldn't tell me that I could or can
succeed in life or truly stand
You lacked the ability to be that dad
All I could think was that I was bad
Still in some strange way,
you're the reason who I am and I'm glad.
My life didn't turn out to be sad
The ones in my life
Who I love and who want
I gift them with more than tears
I've learned through my years
the strength of my ears
By listening to hopes
I've alleviated fears
At times I've been their mirrors
By knowing who they are
I've helped them go far
They're better than famous
They are who they are
When someone is loved they feel like a star
All anyone wants
Is to be on the radar
So thanks to you
I'm seen in a way
Today, when it means everything
Things turned out better than okay!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.
The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.
Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog the sink, I know.
Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place, a never-ending chore
Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.
In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!
Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust” Contest (new start)
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012
Adopted animals love their humans;
show it in many ways.
The tiniest pet,
revels in the harmony of its time,
Dinky was a special hamster;
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments
from all who glimpsed her.
She searched for me, when I was at school;
her knack for escaping the cage,
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.
Of course, I found it odd,
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.
One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber,
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
dreaming that I was outside in the rain;
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.
In a moment of lucidity,
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays,
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
In this uncertain life you work hard everyday,
step in the hamster wheel you have mounting bills to pay,
careful not to resort to temptation you crave,
you think of the Que Sera Sera song sung by Doris Day,
You watch the news people are filled with rage,
hoping agains't hope that humanity will turn a different page,
feeling like that solitary hamster stuck in his cage,
people who have no problems resist you like the plague,
Things seem to go pretty smoothly then you have a rogue wave,
major health and financial problems out of the blue like a slap in the face,
you hang in there and keep swimming for your life trying to be brave,
just keep hanging ten on your surfboard knowing that Jesus saves,
Another day of waves of anxiety is the price we pay,
worrying about our country's future and our children's fate,
sometimes you feel like time is short and your just devil's play,
anxiety is the devils priority until were in our graves.
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017
I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.
Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.
The page lay beaten only to be erased.
the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.
Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.
These long nights breed anger and that page takes the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only
for the approval of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.
For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who
wasnt good to start with.
I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list or kissing someone's rearend just
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.
Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate for the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.
The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty
as the page that sit's befor him.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
For years and years
I lived the curse of all women
A woman’s work in never done
That is, never finished
The more work I did the more work showed up
The To Do list was never ending
If I made a dent in it
You couldn’t tell
It was multiple pages and still
I refused to forget a single item
I used to work my To Do list and hope
For some opening somewhere somehow someday
Where I would be able to read, take a candlelit bath
Go for a leisurely walk, paint, write poetry
It never happened
My ever growing To Do list
Had stopped even giving me the glimmer of hope
I was just that crazy hamster busy at her wheel
Till one day
I was late with a painting I had promised
I was pushed to the wall I had no choice
I just had to focus on my craft and not think of anything else
I went at it and focused and focused
It wasn’t easy but I eventually got it done
It was an awesome feeling to finally sign my name
And say it was D-O-N-E
But my celebration was more to me
About having won over time
Time who had always been so elusive
So demanding so full of orders and ultimatums
Seeming so rigid and inflexible
All of a sudden I had decided
I would ignore it
Along with my long list of To Do’s
And surprisingly life went on…
Nothing drastic happened
Nothing fell apart
I was actually stunned to tell you the truth
I had once learned about
The differences between Important and Urgent
But my power over it never really sunk in until then
Now I have a new life
Where my Important priorities are in front of me
Where I can reach the one or the other
And the dishes get done but not till I decide to take a break
I do my best to add less to my To Do list
And most of all, pace myself instead of
Trying to kill myself racing through it all
It may seem to you like a small paradigm shift
But to me, my life is turned inside out for the better
Submitted for contest THE POET'S OWN sponsored by GREG BARDER on August 21, 2017 - RANKED 4TH
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
Dear Santa I want something I didn't want before. Let me explain.
I got a gift from you last year, but I feel
you made a mistake somehow. Not to complain,
but Santa, though I’ve got no hamster, you gave me the wheel
for a hamster to be running on, and you gave me too
the cage for one! Were you just trying to tease?
You didn’t mix me up with someone else, did you?
This year I guess I’ll simply ask for a real live hamster, please! XXOO
Written Dec. 11, 2017 for Kevin Shaw's Dear Santa, I want... Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
I am so smart, I can fool myself
but I am too stupid to figure me out.
What's your problem?
If you don’t stand for something,
You will fall for anything.
Now pick yourself up, get a number and wait for your turn.
I think, therefore I am over qualified.
And that’s why you work here.
No, it’s not ignorance nor arrogance
I’m just smarter than you.
Were you born deficient or are you just stupid today?
Do not believe or even read every word that I have written.
Do not believe everything you think.
Remember you are special, just like everyone else.
Remember to take your smart pills.
I can see you had an extra bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning.
Then stop pretending to be stupid, that’s just dumb.
When you leave home, don't forget where you live and
don't forget your pants, again.
Ask me about my ability to annoy anyone any time.
That’s Mr. Azzhole (aays - ol - aye) to you, it’s Esperanto.
And yes, it is part of my charm thanks for asking.
Are we having fun yet?
The daydream is the free thinkers nightmare,
what do you think? never mind
Perjury murdered imagination, without an assault rifle,
or second amendment rights, without mass media
or an internet connection. What's your excuse?
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said, I was going to blame you.
So, how does it feel to be back on the hamster wheel?
C’mon man really?
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015
with apologies to William Blake
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound,
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
Your actions make me ponder
This endless need to wander;
To run, though you have no goal,
As if Satan sought your soul.
O hamster, mine, please explain
Why you needs must cause me pain?
Why eschew the sun's bright beam
For Mistress Moon's cold white gleam?
Though born to be nocturnal,
Aspire to life diurnal
Lest your status in this house
Sink to equal that of Mouse
And your handsome fuzzy back
Provide Kitty with a snack,
Bringing silence at long last
After Kitty's said repast.
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘Bitch’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)
Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016
The Ice Fairy Princess came roaring in from the Polar North.
She rode a fierce some Vortex, the likes would freeze a stalwart heart.
The penguins wanted out to play, but we had to bring them right back in.
We couldn’t find them in the snow, so deep, cold, and wild, was its spin.
Dragon found them with his fire, which quickly turned into puffs of snow.
Hamster flakes swirled all around, so a rope we used to bring him in, just so.
The temperatures fell, oh so cold, that they set, mighty records everywhere.
How do the Eskimos do it, or those brave souls called Canadians, up there?
How do they gaze upon the Ice Fairy Princess, and, still live to tell the tale?
Even Santa Jack, at the North Pole burrowed in, oh, so very deeply, they do tell.
If only she would borrow and ride his sleigh, next time, her visit might be nice.
As it is, it’ll take a month of digging to find our own front door, amongst the ice.
It’s so cold, that even Dragon can’t help, until his fire, stops coming out snow.
Birds that never migrate, flew South before this blistering storm… they did go.
I have lots of time, to get to know my family again, as they fuss about the snow.
As the roof makes creaky noises, so Trolls are shoveling up there, fast, not slow.
I hate to be unfriendly, but as guests do go, I wish she would stop, all this woe.
No one wants a guest, whose home warming gift, can lay you, this, so very low.
We’ve decided to hide deep within our houses, until her visit is finally done…
At least until the Ice Fairy Princess, has found her way back, where she belongs.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death.
People wave to us, but few know who we are
and most on a good days run could care less.
Like the organ grinder's monkey from days of old,
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
We do a job few would even consider doing
and most would not even attempt to try.
A job burdened with ever growing responsibility
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy.
A grossly undervalued, underappreciated profession
designated part-time by thoughtless administrations
that mouth how important we all are once a year
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
If you are lucky enough to survive a number of years
without resigning or becoming a sacrificial lamb
on the altar of a fearful self serving public face,
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
The tolerant souls that routinely put up with
a few rude demanding manipulative parents
and their insolent misbehaving little darlings
just to be able to serve the greater majority
of decent well meaning thoughtful parents
and the precious treasures of tomorrow
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
Like a hamster running on a little wheel,
we go around in circles every single day,
but unlike the hamster we must summon
every instinct and learned skill to insure
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
We are kept aloft on our spinning wheel
by the deliberate hands of a caring heart
and the many small souls seated behind us
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
We are the one person in their little lives
that are not allowed to ever let them down
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
We are their school bus drivers...
Copyright © Kim Morrison | Year Posted 2013
Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
A rock for you, mountain for me
Why am I defeated so easily
I put on my pants one leg at a time
That's where there lives an invisible line
Marking the difference between you and I
Explaining my crawl as you fly high
Looking down from your castle
You view me a hassle
I try and try
Excuses run dry
My race is over before it begins
Victoriously, you meet me at the end
Still pep in your step, energy to spare
A turtle minus a shell, I feel so bare
If only I could slow my train of thought
Perhaps I could achieve the life I've sought
But my wheels keep on turning
Wasted energy, I'm burning
Thinking and thinking
I start feeling better when I take a pill
Mind thinking clearer, but thinking still
When will I upgrade from thought to action
The cause comes easy, but where's the reaction
Bounteous ideas floating around
The problem, I find, is pinning one down
My mind can chisel the perfect creation
Birthed and deceased in my imagination
A woman with a brain, packed full of intellect
Mouse hovering the button, can't click select
Day in and day out
Goals die and new ones sprout
Nothing is better to excite
Than a new vision when it ignites
But then I notice how my life is compacted
And easily I become too distracted
I try solving the fraction in my mind
Soon realizing, I'm out of time
Another fresh start, I didn't see finish
Perhaps over night, I will replenish
I've realized the truth and admit how it stung
A gritty feel and bitter taste tattooed on my tongue
I'm merely a hamster, the world my wheel
Making no way, but running still
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
The Allegory of the Cage
I have not written much of late;
I toil in my hamster wheel.
While ev'ry sage of ev'ry age
Will gape with wonder at my cage,
And speak in voices small and still
About my stilted, careworn gait.
Yet when I do find time to write,
I'll leave my cage, in mind alone.
But if I'm sad and terror-clad,
You'll know how deeply I've gone mad,
When slashing sinew, skin and bone
To cleave a thought on pages white.
Now writ with expurgated bile,
My caustic words are dark and spare.
I've filled the pages with my rages
Over others' self-made cages.
As they trudge without a care
And bear it all with practiced smile.
For, I know what they don't see;
Our hamster wheels are hooked to naught.
With blinded sight, and faces tight,
They churn and burn their wheels with might,
And not a lone, insightful thought
Will loose their bonds and set them free.
I cry out loud, an anguished howl,
Still knowing I will join back in.
Yet all the tears from lengths of years
While fleeing from our deepest fears,
Can never heal a single sin,
Nor soothe away a single scowl.
So, in I go to man my post.
I coax my wheel back up to speed.
I'm better now. I know not how,
But sidle up beside my trough
And eat the slop I do not need,
Because I'm better off than most.
I have not written much but this,
My musings on a ghastly fate:
We turn our wheels and chase our heels
Forgetting how it truly feels
To live and die, to love and hate;
Our ignorance indeed is bliss.
© Copyright 2007 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Shawn Hall | Year Posted 2013
on your way, your almost there
well thought out with tack and care
making money, travel around
your off again before you feet hit the ground
i remember when we were young
at the tree "dizzy" we sung
and other songs till it was dinner
"you got a great voice you could be a singer"
we always got on but you could be a mare
but when i needed you, you were always there
we had a few laughs a right little prankster
and i am sorry for killing your hamster
they said you couldnt but u said you could
you proved then wrong, your ground you stood
you stubbern like father you will not be told no
you get and idear and cant wait to go
im so proud and i know dad would be too
cos life isint easy and u know this to be true
but youve came a long way from being my chubby little sister
and the time we havent spoke i raelly have missed ya
cant wait for you to come home, and we'll have a good laugh
like the picture of you, naked in spain in the bath (you were bout 5-6)
your the worlds greastest sister,well in my eyes you are
you have lots of talent and i know u will go far
so with all these words spoken
and that being done
i love you a million
from your fathers son
Copyright © simon nixon | Year Posted 2009
You are my most favorite and
The greatest friend I’ve ever had.
You have never failed at making
Me smile, your cute and silly ways
Always tricking me when you play
Hide and seek and just before I’d freak
Thinking you’d run away from home
Leaving me all alone, you’d
Pop your head out from your
Bed enough for me to see
Your fuzzy head, oh so small.
So small and so brave, full
Of courage as you so happily
Roll around in your ball,
Ready to conquer it all.
You are the greatest pet
To me, you surely beat them all.
My hamster, my
“Lil Fuzz Ball”
Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014
Grizzly bear, Luna.
I love her little beady eyes!
Copyright © Sarah Lange | Year Posted 2017
Ever seen a mouse
As big as a house
Or a fly as big as your eye
How bout a bee
With a sunburned knee
Or a turkey that sniffles and cries
What about a chicken
Wearing green mittens
Or a kangaroo singing the blues
An elephant with hands
Doing hand stands
Or a hippo wearing green shoes
Here's a few more
A gold fish that roars
Or a cat with a pink feathered hat
A pet cockatoo
Or a sensitive tiger named Matt
Or finally a goat
Sailing a boat
With a pipe sticking out of his gob
A squirrel with a cold
And a tooth made of gold
Or a hamster who's first name is Bob
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
On new years eve you came to me
in a little cage as cute as could be
so happy and full of life you were
with a little pink nose and soft brown fur
everyday in your cage you would run on the ground
or inside your ball you would spin round and round
making everyone laugh with your soft little squeak
in my palm you would sleep looking so sweet
but on christmas eve when you closed your eyes
while laying in my hand you did not wake to my cries
you stayed very still as if just in sleep
I pulled you to my chest and started to weep
In my mind swam pictures of what we had done
that one year of your life had been full of much fun
that's when my mom came in and saw you there
my dad took you from me with the greatest of care
I wanted to bury you out in the lawn
but my dad said no and then you were gone
Goodbye wiskers your story may end
but I will still count you my very best friend
Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013
My mother says my room's a zoo
I guess I'd have to say so too.
My bed is full from bottom to top,
With stuffies from a nearby shop.
Herman snake is on my bed,
Casting glares at big dog Red.
Taffy and Ginger, my little cats,
Are snuggled up beside puss Pat.
Big Berly Bear has his own place to keep,
Across my polar pillow where I need to sleep.
At your own risk, dare to enter my room,
You might get bit by a nasty raccoon.
Pandas and zebra, and Billy the goat,
Mr. Giraffe stands guard in his bright yellow coat.
Sometimes my animals cling to the wall,
Like my two little monkeys in blue overalls.
My closet is full of precious stuffies too,
A tiger, a lion, and an elephant named Drew.
A family of skunks, the mother's real big,
There's Daffy my duck, and a squealing pig.
Arnold the mouse,friend of the rat,
Charlie the hamster, and Cat in the Hat.
A guide you will need, amongst all of my friends,
For in my zoo the animals don't end.
Copyright © peggy caulfield | Year Posted 2012
I'm so smart I can fool myself
but I'm too stupid to figure me out
pull back the curtain remove the doubt
I think therefore, I am over qualified
and that is why you work at this place
now stop pretending to be a stupid case
that's just plumb dumb, where is your thumb?
Don't believe everything you think
but thoughts become things
Red Bull gives you wings
don't forget to read the label
if your judgment is stable, are you able?
if indeed you are Able, then I am Cain
if I am Cain and the apple is ripe
can you tell me what type?
sugarcane, hurricane or cocaine?
Abraham was guilty only of raising Cain
pop the cork drink champagne
midnight rendezvous again at twelve
pop the cork drink champagne
midnight rendezvous again at twelve
so, how does it feel
to be back on the hamster wheel?
does that make sense?
a lot of NONSENSE
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
No one understands you, not even you yourself.
Trapped in a cage that only you can see
The combination lock rusted shut since
You gambled away the secret numbers for some fairy dust . . . and a handful of beans.
I can't hate you for it, it is your cancer
You didn't ask for it, never wanted it, but it's yours, and so it is mine.
You can't escape those invisible bars and I can't avoid them!
I bump into them at every turn, until I am exhausted, bruised and defeated.
Sometimes you tell me that you are getting better.
You know this because you have more room to move within the boundaries of your cage.
At those times I am sad, because you cannot see the truth.
You have more room because you are shrinking -- the cage is as confiningly sturdy as ever.
I hate what this disease has done to you.
Even more, I hate what your enablers have allowed you to believe.
It is a disease, and until you recognize that and admit it,
We are all running on the same destinationless hamster wheel.
This is not a game of Normalopoly,
Driving your silver car in hopes of avoiding going to therapy without passing Go.
This is real life and those around you, like me, are tiring of this prison.
You say it might be better if you were dead, but we are the ones who long for a finish line, at any cost.
You are sick, but we all suffer the consequences of your disease.
None of us can live until you choose to show your cage to those who can help.
You claim you hate your disease and its shackles,
But we are in the straight jackets wishing for release -- even death.
I love you. I hate your disease.
I love seeing the real you, but that is fading away.
I long for you to have a quality life, one without that cursed cage of fear
But until you open the door, neither of us will be free.
Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT For A Contest - Poetry Contest
*This was written solely from my frustrartion. A few days later a contest it fit popped up. I entered it. The contest was never judged and I believe never will be so I feel us ticked entering this contest.
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016
(read as fast as you can with an annoying high pitched hamster like voice)
The hamster was in the road one day and BOOM!! he got hit by a garbage truck.
Hamster was singing in the swimming pool one day and a person jumped in and Boom! goes the hamster
Hamster climbed his way to the top of a five foot window (which is like mount everest for a hamster) and BOOM!
Hamster goes BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!
Either the hamster has bad luck, or is just REALLY CLUMSY...
Copyright © Shmuk Sheck | Year Posted 2009