Best Ungrateful Poems
I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.
I remember when your mother left,
how he was totally bereft.
Ran off with the man next door,
not once did he call her a whore.
Not once did your mother call,
too busy having a ball.
Forgot about her only child,
to live a life fun and wild.
He knew he had to be strong,
so the world would do you no wrong.
Every night he held you tight,
his eyes your guiding light.
Every time you would cry,
he would kiss those tears dry.
Worked three jobs so you had the best,
not once did he fail in your request.
He suppressed all his sorrows deep inside,
he was broken but never did he subside.
Single he remained for the rest of his life,
dedicated to you, so you would not face strife.
Yet you too, decided to walk away,
tell me what led you astray?
You called him a religious bore,
when you ran out of that door.
He had your best interests at heart,
but you belittled him for not being smart.
Then you wonder why he finally broke,
all that stress gave him a deadly stroke.
Now you stand there with your unfaithful mother,
with someone who is young enough to be your brother.
Crocodile tears stream from your artificial face,
as his coffin is lowered into his final resting place.
How ironic it has started to pour with rain,
maybe it's God washing away all of his pain.
Don't come running to me for sympathy,
I have no time for those with no dignity.
All his sacrifices now you seem to realise,
but he can't hear you, it's too late to apologise.
Because of you he lived a life heartbroken,
forever you will regret those words unspoken.
P.S
If you think his inheritance will help your austerity,
he wasn't that stupid, he left it all to charity!
The Silent One
16 February 2018
Based on a true story
Self righteous there, he stands and preens, this perfect specimen
Due to Mothers nurturing, alive and prospering.
Forgotten are the years of toil, the Mothers care and love
The Brother and the Sister, he keeps his head above
What poison foul infects his blood, and whispers in his ear
to Blind his eyes and turn his head from truth’s he will not hear
In judgement he declares the fault, forgetting what He’s done
Self righteous words and nasty mouth, deny the blame he owns
The bond he broke, the lives that spent, creating him a home
Are conveniently forgotten , he must have done it on his own
The years of dedicated Love, are foreign to his kind
The loyal years of Motherhood discarded in his mind
Oh that he could just stand aside ,and see what he could be
Just take the look, review himself and see what others see
An arrogant uncaring fool who pose’s puffs and struts
fawning Yes’s on his cronies , and to his family But’s
He’s lost forever, lest he changes temper tantrum’d rants
Grow from a nasty little Boy and take the real mans stance.
For many things in life don’t last, they’re transient you see
But a Mothers care and heartfelt love will live eternally
Or will he visit once a year for duty tend a grave
A caring loving thankful son, for show he will be brave
Remember this you upstart, no matter what you say
The debt you owe your Mother, you never can repay
Next time you start your little rants and Put your Mother down
When she is dead and in her grave forgiveness won’t be found.
UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament
Children
with Wings
and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
their
Memories
Soar
over the
Blood Transfusions
Hospital frights of prematurity
of EMS sirens
HIV trembling tests
Asthma Tents
Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
Sleepless Nights of bully battles
Struggles with Education’s foes
Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
Day night day night day night…unending
and
Land on
Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
or the
Shortage of Cash
for
Trips
Technoshit
New Shoes
New Cars
or other
Dreams
You
Couldn’t
Buy.
Why is it when you go out of your way
To help someone brighten their day
Or solve a problem that has things in disarray
They want to play you as if to say
You owe them in some superficial way
Putting on some kind of poor me display
Overshadowing the kindness you portray
Some are not able to see the good deed
That some people give so freely
They do it because they are able to see
What a difference this would be
For them to help make your day stay in play
Some people lack the ability to foresee
People go out of their way, not for praise
Or to be a standout who wants you to obey
Not to create a cushion for some far off distant day
We do it because we care
When we see someone in dispare
Or life seems to be unfair
When someone is down on their luck
Because everything has run a muck
Feeling like lightning has struck
Then being able to help someone become unstuck
It's just good karma that is our choice to send their way
It doesn't require money
Or a promise you will make it right someday
It simply requires a sincere thank you
A genuine reply without asking why
Understanding that everyone
Has not just left you standing
When your day became way to demanding
Knowing someone went out of their way
To keep your day underway
It's not how we repay the kindness
But rather how we display
All the goodwill that came into play
To help make it through your day
There was never just a you or a me it
was always us from the beginning,
You walked through my front door
and into my life we stayed friends
from the start theres still no end
today, Months went by feelings grew
stronger the time we spent was time
never wasted. Never a dull moment i
laughed, you laughed,i made fun of
you and you did back. I opened up
and let you in to places most people
never knew or been. Time went by
and i grew selfish i thought we
werent enough so i tried to
overcome it, I made mistakes that i
can't right to this day all i can say is
im sorry and continue to change my
ways, Grateful i am for you to let me
back in and let me rebuild your trust
and start all over again. I never
meant to hurt you i couldnt fathom it
kills me inside overlooking that
bumpy ride. I regret the past and i
miss the good times now i embrace
each day that you spend by my side,
To lay on your chest with your arms
around me falling asleep peacefully,
waking up and spotting your eyes
and your smile i can't help but laugh
and kiss your lips. Then the intimacy
soon takes place i truly believe it is
love that we make, You make me feel
things ive never felt when i look in
your eyes or your just on my mind.
Youre the one i want and i want to
make things right i hope that i can
because without you im not alive.
She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest egg,
she's just getting by.
There is one kind aging matron
who makes her lunch when she
cleans her large stately home.
Yet, other well-to-do homeowners
cast their false superiority heavy
in the air as she imagines wiping
off their smug faces with Pledge.
She hums to a catchy pop tune
while scrubbing toilets and
spraying down whirlpool bathtubs
as her muscles ache,
wishing she could soak in one.
Maid for the ungrateful,
she smiles remembering her
First Holy Communion,
her snow-white lacy veil,
with her rosary of pearlescent
ivory beads.
Then, a memory of
teenage politics of high school
with random daydreams like
impromptu snapshots.
Her lips and throat dry from
those wretched aerosol sprays,
always forgetting her face mask.
A few sips of tepid Gatorade,
as she softly prays her son will
excel in school.
Her learning disabilities held
her back despite her gift of
intelligence.
This day's cleaning was at the
home of a lawyer's snooty wife,
who was lunching with friends
after klutzy attempts at tennis
at the country club.
Maid for the ungrateful,
can hardly wait to get home
to soak her worn feet with
warm water and Epsom salt
in a porcelain basin. ~
Do not stand on my grave and weep
My adult children: you see
I was alive for 92 years,
You never came to visit or act like you care
I was there, I never move away
I was the one who put food on the table
Cloth you, during the rough days
I shield you from the harsh reality in this world
The world in which I must now leave
Loneliness, heartbreak and man-made diseases
While the wet snow creep in my old brown boot
I count all seven of you.
As you sip your bowls of soups
I was there, I never made a move.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
For thirty years my offspring avoid me
An evening of Psalm and Hymns
Would never make amends;
it’s thee end of my journey
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
Go shelter from the rain.
let the cloud weep for me
while the rivers and ravens shown solidarity.
Do horses mind the rain/storms?
Do not stand at my grave and weep
The fog surround my grave like a white woven drape
No more prays, no more tears.
If my child came to me in need
with confidence that I would heed
his plea, responding right away,
giving my help without delay,
if then he took my gift and left,
would I not feel a bit bereft
if he gave no more thought to me
until one more emergency?
Is that not how I treat my Lord,
taking him at his loving word,
beseeching when the need is there,
forgetting him when times are fair?
Dear Lord, I come with hat in hand,
to let You know I understand
that You are there through thick or thin,
whether I lose or if I win.
So now, right now, upon my knee,
I'm thanking You for helping me
through sorrows and admitting too
the days I have forgotten You.
I long to be the grateful one
acknowledging all that You have done.
I blamed you and I know now that I shouldn’t have.
I am sorry.
But he was never there.
An empty seat
at the dinner table every night,
a lonely walk down the aisle at my wedding,
was all he ever was to me.
I never got the chance to yell at him,
to spill my heart out,
to vent all that anger that had built inside me
bursting me at the seams,
so I blamed you.
I learned to shoot a basketball,
and how to whistle really loud.
He was never there to teach me,
or give me a hug when I needed it.
Yet somehow I always felt loved,
and cared for.
It was just yesterday that I realized I never needed him.
Everything I needed you gave to me,
but you never once heard a thank you.
It was just yesterday that I realized I had a mom,
and a dad,
all along.
You gave me that.
You taught me to cook, and how to comb my hair.
You taught me how to read and write.
You taught me to stand on my own two feet,
and how to be a woman.
And I think it’s about time you heard
a thank you.
Without them I’d tip
Fall and perhaps break my nose
Yet still I stub them
Patiently waiting....
Seeing cloud burst over me,
Rain...as my reward!
I got a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish.
Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished.
Who's at fault when our time becomes essence-less?
When we begin to question our coexistence.
How do we make each moment resemble something of elegance?
Time must be at our mercy because time is merciless.
Forgive my sins and all my sins that may become friends.
The time I have left only depends.
Many circumstances. Moments left up to chances.
I surrender to pessimistic thoughts on multiple occasions.
Only make moves when motivation is provided by mental persuasion.
Or when exteriors give me a motive.
Sometimes I fail to see the reason for the worth of pursuance.
Coagulated thoughts then become a nuisance.
Time never waits, so I watch time with prudence.
So maybe my time can be continued, rather than in conclusion.
You run...
from pillar to post,
stick your neck out,
bend over backwards
just to satisfy them.
They're "your friends,"
or so you think.
They ask for the moon,
you give it two-fold.
The thanks you get?
Well, they watch you...
brush your pearly-white teeth,
rinse it out with Listerine
so your breath smells...
minty-fresh.
But surprise, surprise!
It stinks to them in your time
of need. Forget the lips;
you don't even get
a kiss on the cheek
for your troubles.
They show you...
zilch appreciation
Not a thank you
for all services rendered.
Come time for them..
to return the favors
They grimace and ask...
"Who are you?"
Sweet.
Submitted for...
It Is What It Is..........Or Is It? Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by John lawless
Date written: 12/04/2020
Ungrateful Me…
You have been a constant rock and sure support daily;
Extending yourself and your resources to me; unendingly.
Your continued selfless sacrifice I have not appreciated;
Unwavering praise and gratitude I should have chanted.
My thoughtless actions showed I took you for granted;
Fully implying; that your assistance was not needed.
This impression is absolutely not the wholesome truth;
My sincerest apologies; I’ve betrayed the lessons of my youth.
I wholeheartedly say, “Thank you for all that you have done.”
Your love, value and worth to me are second to none.
Thank you for every kind thought, word and deed;
Your rendered help is invaluable; this, my case I plead.
For everything: great and small, I appreciate and cherish;
Your forgiveness and lifelong help is my sincere wish.
End
By: Dion O. Penville
We never appreciate feeling well,
Even when we are sick and swollen
And hurting.
We never appreciate feeling well.
Even when we have been sick for
Ten days with the sorest throat
We have ever had
We never appreciate feeling well
Even after we have had shingles and
Tuberculosis and blubonic
Plague for a year
We never appreciate feeling well
For very long.
And we rarely say
Thank you.