Neglection: An Acrostic Poetry
Neither of whether hope nor cries,
empowered by a companion.
Grueling moments of surprise
languish as felt dereliction.
Empathy, why can’t just be nice?
Care has no intention.
Tender felt in pure disguise,
impeded to submission.
Only to mark in bold precise:
Novelty in aggression.
Pajo, John Christoper I.
12-08-21
The day you and I met was the very best day
A new home, a new family all the others would say
I adored you the exact moment that we met eyes
It seemed you still loved me, even with my size
But that didn’t last long though
Pretty soon you turned into my foe
Kicking me, smacking me, burning me
I lost one eye and now I can’t see
Over and over all of the pain you caused
I didn’t know we were going to stop and pause
I thought I had a good home
I even had a huge dog bone
But after just one week life took a turn for the worst
I feel so weak and that I have been cursed
You punch me, throw objects at me and yell
This tale, such horror is hard to tell
But now I have a brand new home
And it has a completely different tone
See after I was rescued I started to heal
I was able to see this pretty sweet deal
Love showered upon me from this new family
They hugged me, kissed me and even scratched my belly
Walks in the park, treats in the eve
I know that you would never leave
I cannot express my sheer gratitude for you
A family so amorous I never knew
I thank you, you are my best friend
And we will be together ‘til the end
So often we’re so busy “living” so high above GROUND…we forget to be down to EARTH…appreciating the NATURE of little things as an innocent child would…so often do we lose SIGHT and neglect one of the most accessible joys that LIFE brings….something as simple as taking a WALK outside and inhaling fresh air or watching the water be so still…so silent and PEACEFUL…this a present ( present time/GIFT) that we don’t even acknowledge....let ALONE hold dear to our hearts…I fear that we as a generation of people have become to preoccupied with LUSTING…we’ve pulled away from really LOOKING…even Eve proved to be ultimately deceived in the Garden of Eden…foolishly believing that what she thought she wanted was what she needed...*NEED *(GREED)….mistaken are we…I can only HOPE at some point we discontinue repeating…
CiD *Cherish Internal Development*
"Bathroom Graffiti"
Birth rite,denied
Red eyes,bled dry
Rotted tree,grey sky
I said hello,you said good-bye
Why do I try?
No use,no way
No voice,no face
Of love,no trace
Left to be of
my own race
I stand now...disgraced
Existence,oblivion
My own world I live in
Alone and downtrodden
Of hope I have forgotten
My faith in nothing
Driven by schism
Left to piece the puzzle within
Light not accepted.......
physically deflected..........
spiritually poor reflected...........
poverty rejected..........
.....................at the guarded gate..............................
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