the hurt child
His father had been away for a long time
Although their mother had divorced
her husband he visited his children
his young son was excited
he could hardly remember his dad
when he came smelling of beer,
pointed to the pale little child and said
Whose son is that
instantly the bitter disappointment the child
the hurt was so deep he withdrew
into his inner world
The father spoke to him again, but he didn't
apologized, said he was only joking
Too late, the child didn't talk to him again
When the father visited again, the youngest
son sat in another room, refused to see
his father, the adults didn't understand
when the father died, the son didn't appear
a his funeral.
Emotionally fractured it took him many
years to recover.
Deliver me from people who whine alas
For whom life is a gloomy sodden day,
Who flounder in a deep unsettling morass
And who have never learned how to play.
Such people are deeply unhappy inside
Their faces reflect bitter disappointment,
Seems in their despair they will take pride
A brief and scarcely fulfilling sentiment.
They find the gray cloud in every situation
Apparently find no cause for celebration,
For those nearby they foster consternation
For them life seems to hold no fascination.
written January 5, 2022
Betsy Wetsy a doll who could be fed water.
A doll with diapers.
A doll you could change.
We all wanted one
Many of us got her too.
Little Remco Red Spinning Wheel.
They had ads all over the TV.
It was touted as the best toy in the world.
I heard my mother ordering her for Christmas.
I was thrilled.
I did not get her.
Too many girls wanted them, and they had not made enough.
Bitter disappointment.
Barbie dolls with cases.
Barbie doll clothes.
Then Ken, Midge and Skipper.
Those were the toys that made Christmas worthwhile in the sixties.
Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields,
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A young entrepreneur’s euphoria evaporated into thin air.
My heart painfully shattered beyond repair by the shrapnel
of irremediable loss, anger and bitter disappointment.
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Contest: Unsayable (7 lines)
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 2nd
© 24th November 2017
Years after WW II ended, shrapnel from exploded bombs
was still to be found in all the area where my grandpa’s
farm was - in the vicinity of Hal Far military aerodrome.
A man used to visit from time to time, with horse and cart,
buying anything made of metal; we called him the metal man.
The team's fans had lofty expectations.
They were squelched by your miscalculations.
The trades you made provided no improvement.
The team's performance was a bitter disappointment.
Your boys lost some games to mediocre teams.
That caused inability to fulfill some dreams.
A smooth road to travel proved to be rough.
The team's owner said he had seen enough.
You were let go before the end of the season.
Missing the playoffs was the ultimate reason.
Your tenure in Philadelphia is now through.
Wherever you go, may there be better luck for you.
Such a deeply human affliction
When all hope is done
It’s a tear in one’s heart
Causing it to crumble and fall apart
It’s a bitter disappointment
One that you never meant
Yet our time here is so brief
And now our joy is covered in grief
And as you fall into complete distress
Seeing your whole life as a total mess
When it takes away your spirit
And you just don’t want to hear it
Call out Our Lord’s Name
For In Him there is no shame
Lay all your sorrow at His Feet
Allowing your heart to once again beat
They tried again for the third year in a row.
However, hopes for post-season play were a no-go.
Victory for the Cowboys turned out to be a no-show.
Chances for getting to the playoffs were slim.
The guiding light to show the way was quite dim.
Dallas met the Philadelphia Eagles on their home field.
Bitter disappointment was what the Sunday night game would yield.
The Eagles offense and defense showed power and poise.
They proved to be too much to handle for the Cowboys.
In the last game, AT&T field was no stately pleasure dome.
When the game was over, sad Cowboys fans just went home.
Life’s Lessons
Life has a way of teaching us
Lessons we need to learn
To be able to grow and be better
Even when the lesson is harsh.
No burden is ever more than
We can bear to carry in our heart
It only strengthens us in life
To show us a way to live.
Life has a way of giving us
A life mate to love
One to help us carry our burdens
To walk beside us in good times.
To shoulder our burdens when
They seem heavier than normal
To carry us when we are weak
To be our rock and steady us.
Life gives us pain and suffering
To teach us to be kind and loving
Life gives us bitter disappointment
To teach us to be compassionate.
Life gives us everything we need
In our lives to learn about
Death is something we all fear
Yet, I’ve heard when you grow older the fear dissipates
Some think death is peaceful
Others think it’s their worst nightmare
Some say they will see the pearly gates open wide and God will be there waiting
Others say a fiery pit is in the midst of their future
Me, I don’t know
Could heaven and hell be a fabrication?
Or could they be truer than the sun?
Do each of us have a destiny nature follows?
So many questions…
Is it true that when you die your questions are answered?
Or is there bitter disappointment?
So many questions…
I guess the truth of the matter is only a deceased person can answer these questions
We are stuck in the dark until the final moments of our last breath.
surrounded by bitter disappointment
seemed to be a permanent appointment,
laughter and friends non-permanent cure
no room for any feelings no more,
you never seem to listen, you never seem to care
and when i need you the most, you are never there,
we talk about you problems, we talk about your woe's
we never talk about me, is how it always goes,
so, i bottle all my feelings, keep them hidden inside
when someone tries to open them up, they only seem to hide,
i am messed up inside, with no way to let it out
so i end up all alone, and this is my saddest doubt,
you are there for my brother and my sister too
but when it comes to me, you have other things to do,
i pretend i am happy by a plastering on a smile
i pretend to care about other things like; fashion hair and style,
i do not have a favorite is what you always say
but when it comes down to it, it always me who pays,
it is hard to be alone, it is hard that no one cares
but, most of all it's hard to think that, when i am in trouble no one will be there.
Breakfasting with champions
Sound nutrition for a growing girl
Delicious, too.
Damn near perfection.
Cat in my cradle
sharp claws and foreboding meows
prophetically scratching out neural canals
filled with songs of the way it goes.
‘Charm’s a scheme’ – opus in D Major
‘Maturity a bitter disappointment’ – e minor fugue
and ‘The purpose of a human life,
no matter who’s controlling it
is to love whoever’s around
to be loved’ – Symphony in C
Songs to plug in by
Lifted by laughter into the network
of lovers and livers
thinkers and givers
titans and dreamers and friends.
When the overspeed trip triggers
it’s good to know
that the power’s still flowing
ready for next time
of plugging in
and cooking breakfast.
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