MY DAD

My father’s life wasn’t easy
He had worked as a small, young boy
Bringing home milk and vegetables
No time for children’s toys.

He was only seven years old
When he started working at the church
Exchanging his toil for pennies then
He never shied away from work.

One of many children
Did his best to help provide
Never complaining about his life
Not one to whine or cry.

As a young man he joined the Navy
With goals yet to achieve
Learned as much as he could
Never doubting his beliefs.

The war took him far away from home
It was a sad day when he was captured
The Japanese had attacked Corregidor
His leg now badly fractured.

They kept him in a prison camp
Fed rice, seaweed and tea.
No sugar, cream, or fancy cups
No thoughts of being freed.

He saw his share of horrors
Worked hard day after day
Three years held in captivity
His life slipping slowly away.

When the war was finally over
Those captured were set free
Thankfully my dad…. still alive
Had been sent back home to me.

My dad, my inspiration
Never bitter, never sad
Always optimistic
Always grateful, always glad.

He exchanged cards and letters
With a guard he’d met long ago
The man who held him captive
He had actually gotten to know.

They wrote to one another
Sent letters, gifts and cards
My father never held a grudge
Though he was badly scarred.

A bonze star and a purple heart
Among the many of his medals
He really was one of a kind, you see
My dad was someone special.

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MY DAD: JOSEPH PATRICK O’GRADY
Re-blog from June 2018.

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MR. & MRS. HISSER

A straggly cat
Appeared at my door
Obviously homeless
Beaten and sore.

Some dry kibble bits
A can of wet food
All that she needed
To change her foul mood.

Don’t dare approach her
She’ll hiss and she’ll scratch
Be wary, but caring
Or she won’t be back.

Hardly ever alone
She has a sweet beau
They travel together
In rain or in snow.

They needed a name
I call them…. THE HISSERS
There’s she and her husband
No brothers or sisters.

They come in the morning
Promptly at eight
They wait for their food
By the tree, near the gate.

No chance to connect
No pets or sweet purrs
I watch from a distance
It’s what they prefer.

They’re feral you see
Nothing more you can do
Hard to befriend
When they’re so scared of you.

They watch and they wait
They look and they stare
Deep down in their hearts
They know that I care.

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HOPELESS

I wasn’t miserable enough
Until I talked to you
I wasn’t feeling sad enough
Not nearly thru and thru.

The weakness I professed
Was never meant to be
You saw the worst inside
The worst things about me.

I see there in the mirror
Aging at a rapid pace
The wrinkles are in excess
Showing clearly on my face.

The time is passing by
It’s all a senseless scam
After all that I’ve worked for
I’m left with who I am.

A bitter hopeless man
With nothing more to give
No reason to go on
No reason left to live.

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CHAOS

Adversarial chaos
With a lack of accountability
Professing transparency
In the face of total hostility.

Malignant narcissism
An obvious psychopath
Loves to “act out” and entertain
Anything to make them laugh.

Guilt free, without a conscience
No sense of concern or blame
Does anything he wants to do
Anything to promote his name.

Raking in the profits
Thru emoluments and fraud
Money laundering thru foreign banks
It’s his goal to have it all.

Aspires to be a dictator
Answers to no one
Believes he is the King of Men
Won’t stop until he’s won.

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A CON, A CHEAT

Down as low, as you can go
You scrape and lick the bottom
Blood and mud drip from your lips
You reel them in, then rob em.

A con, a cheat, a worthless snake
Slithering in one night
With no thought of helping others
No regard for what is right.

You stirred the pot, you fired them up
When no one else was looking
No one thought you stood a chance
But, your evil plan is working.

Sadly some let down their guard
Never dreamed you’d get the votes
But they were wrong, you came on strong
Now, they’ve lost all hope.

A truly illiterate president
Who can barely read or write
Acting out impulsively
Moving further to the right.

Breaking every law we have
From nepotism to emoluments
Obstructing justice in clear sight
Ignoring our legal documents.

Taking children from their mothers
Putting them in cages
Who thought it would ever come to this?
A president… who is a racist.

Love of party over country
A sad and tragic tale
A democratic country
Whose freedom was for sale.

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COLD AND DARK

Always a Savage
Never a swan
You take what you want
Till it’s all gone.

You eat with your fingers
You eat with your hands
You spit and you snort
You don’t give a damn.

You won’t give a penny
To help someone else
You turn your back on
Those that need help.

Self centered and cruel
A horrible man
No matter what happens
You won’t lend a hand.

An ogre, a monster
No love in your heart
You live in a hallow
Kept cold and kept dark.

A taker, a thief
A crook in the night
It’s plain and it’s simple
You’d melt in daylight.

Lured to the surface
Tricked and cajoled
Brought into the sunlight
Covered in mold.

You fell to the ground
We watched your eyes bleed
You lost all your power
You fell to your knees.

You slowly melted
Into a mass
Of black tar and acid
That burned all the grass.

The smell and the stench
That filled the air
Permeated your clothes
And, your filthy hair.

Once you were gone
We all celebrated
We are now free
We’ve been liberated.

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STOP

Can’t let it go
False accusations
The constant challenge
And, all the questions.

The why and how
I didn’t say
The finger pointing
That starts my day.

Always right
You come on strong
To great lengths
To prove me wrong.

Simple things
An interrogation
Turning into
Accusations.

Never wrong
What does it matter?
Who needs all
This angry chatter?

Stop the constant
Urge to fight
Always needing
To be right.

Ain’t it lonely
At the top
Can’t you find
A way to stop?

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