Those Left Behind

Mount Royal Cemetery Gate, Montreal, Quebec



Sorrowful gloomy


Weeping uncontrollably

Withdrawn secluded



Mourning grief-stricken

Feeling Angry being robbed

Abandoned scared


Heart aching lonely

Emotionally numbing

Hollowness distress

Remembering The Fear

By D Sharon Pruitt [CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons
I remember the fear I felt deep inside
So many days wishing I was not alive
The sting of your hand as it slapped my face
Was I really that bad, was I such a disgrace?
I tried to please you every day
Your only wish was for me to go away
Would I come home while you were in a rage?
I always wanted to escape, to another place
The words you spewed
They were so crude
Why could you not have just bit your tongue?
I was just a child then…. I was so young
I cooked, I cleaned, I tried to please
Nothing was good enough
You were always so mean
You once told me my father did not love me anymore
You hoped I would believe this and walk out the door
Too bad I came with the package deal
My father loved me, that was real
Now that I am a mother, I simply cannot not fathom
How one could treat a stepchild in such bad fashion
There was no love, there was no compassion
All the cruel things you said to me
I still remember them…. Deep in my mind
But now I am free
©Copyright Susan Zutautas 2011

Bugs Bunny and Mother Hubbard

By Sarah Catherine Martin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
By Sarah Catherine Martin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons




One day when Mother Hubbard was at home
She tried to feed her big dog a bone
The dog had already helped himself, and gobbled
The two I hear had quite the squabble



Bugs Bunny is a silly wabbit
Stealing from gardens, all the carrots
Daffy Duck has tried to stop him, not having any luck
Look out farmers,  Bugs Bunny is running a muck 




I had so much fun writing my first “Clerihew” poem about Richard Nixon that I had to write a few more.

If you’re wondering what a Clerihew is, it’s a four line poem style that was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. To read more about it and Edmund you can find it on Wikipedia

Head in the Clouds

Billowy white puffs

  
Endlessly floating across


Uniting as one

 


Blue peeking through

                                                                                        Cloudy haze hanging about

                                                                                        Will it rain or shine
                               





Heavens open up
                                           

Vibrant rays illuminate


Peacefully calming  

 


Stormful sky’s appear

Humidity surmounting

Take cover my friends

 

 

 

Thunder, lightning, rain
 
Hellacious torrential downpour
 
Saturating all




© Copyright 2013 Susan Zutautas






For You Baby

Wake up every morning and the first thing I do
Make some coffee and drink it beside you
Dogs are a waiting to be fed
All I want do is go back to bed
With you… with you…. baby with you
What am I going to today
Clean and cook… hell no way
I’m gonna sit right down and write a song
Sit right here where I belong
With you…with you…baby with you
When I have to leave the house alone
Oh baby….. I miss you so
Can’t wait to get back to you
I feel blue until I do
Get back … Get back … baby to you
Park the car and dash in the house
Then I run over to check on you
Yes you … baby … yes you
Are you ready … come on let’s play … baby, baby … come on lets’ play
Can I push your buttons like no one else can
Oh baby you know I can, Oh baby .. Oh baby yes I can
At night I know I will miss you so
Till the morning when I say hello
To you …  baby to you
Remember baby one day last year
When you got sick and I so feared
You had a virus … oh dear oh dear
But then we fixed you, baby we fixed you
We wiped your h a r d d r i v e ………… clean!
© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas
Previously posted on HubPages. 
My husband is always telling me how I love my computer more than I love him. Of course this isn’t true but as a joke I wrote this song to my computer 🙂 Hope you enjoyed it and have a great day.

A Little Girl Can Dream

When I was younger … okay much much younger 🙂
When I was younger I wanted to be
 Swept away by a fairy queen
Taken to a land that didn’t have any rules
A place to play where everyone was cool
When I was younger I wanted to be
A famous singer
With everyone cheering for me
When I was younger I wanted
To live in a zoo
With the elephants, monkeys and kangaroos

When I was younger I wanted to meet
Cinderella, Yogi, and  Bugs bunny, 
Silly wabbit, he was so funny
When I was younger I wanted to have
Brothers and sisters
As I was an only child



This poem was written for “Finish The Sentence Friday”
If you’d like to join in on the fun of FTSF please visit +Janine Huldie over at Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyholic.

Oh Dad How I Miss You

Feeling sad and lost today
Six years ago you went away
Up to heaven your soul did go
Oh Dad how I miss you so
I long for the times we used to share
Morning coffees at the crack of dawn
No one up just me and you
Oh Dad how I miss you
Memories of you bring me such joy
Except for the times that you’d get annoyed
You never stayed mad for very long
Five minutes or so, then all was forgiven and gone
Oh Dad how I miss you
Whenever I hear someone whistling a tune
It makes me turn to see if it’s you
Oh Dad how I miss you
I’ll hear a song that you used to sing
The tears flow down pulling at my heart strings
Yes Dad I Miss You