Sunday, September 29, 2013

Self Pity

You tell me not to worry
Rools via morgueFile free photos
Rools via morgueFile free photos
It’s so hard not to do

Wallowing in self pity
Crying the blues

Hell I’m so scared
You would be too

I don’t want to hear
The news I so fear

Tomorrow will come
No matter what I do
Hoping for the best
To put my mind at rest

Life has many twists and turns
With bumps along the way
This one feels like an earthquake
Sending tremors through my veins
  
I’ve fought this evil demon, several times before
But damn it took me by surprise
I wasn’t expecting it to walk again through my door

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Waiting For a Diagnosis

http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ASpirit_Rover-Mars_Night_Sky.jpg
By NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons



Terrified, alone

Feeling so lost, forgotten

Tired of fighting

Thursday, September 5, 2013

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Withdrawn secluded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


Friday, August 23, 2013

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

Monday, July 22, 2013

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


Sunday, July 14, 2013

President Richard Nixon - a Clerihew



By White House photo office [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons


President Richard Nixon


Should have been careful what he was fixing


Involved in a horrific scandal 


That lead to his dismantle 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

A Rose is a Rose



Delicate beauty


Romantically alluring


Ambrosial rose






© Copyright 2013 Susan Zutautas

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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, lightening, rain

Hellacious torrential downpour

Saturating all





© Copyright 2013 Susan Zutautas






Monday, June 10, 2013

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.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Lily of the Valley






Delicate tiny

Flourishing abundantly

Flowering sweetly










This post is for Wonderful Wednesday. If you'd like to join in on the fun and link up, head over to Pictimilitude, which is hosted by Cyndi Calhoun.

Friday, May 17, 2013

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.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

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

Friday, May 3, 2013

On a Hawaiian Island



If I were stuck on an island

I’d like to have you by my side

Our days would be like a dream come true

With no one around, just me and you

Think of the things we could do

Exploring taking in all the views

A new life we would have to build

My love, think, oh what a thrill

Playing in the water

Like two sea otters

Soaking up the sun

Doesn't it sound like fun?

Feasting off the seas delights

Resting under the stars at night

Fall in love all over again on an island

Please oh please let it be Hawaiian 


My poem is written for "Finish the Sentence Friday" Blog Hop, hosted by Janine's Confessions Of A Mommyaholic  If you'd like to join in on the fun follow the link.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Rainbows - A Haiku


RAINBOWS


Spectrum of beauty
Ending with a pot of gold
Sadly fades away

Sunday, March 3, 2013

I've Tried


I don’t know what to do

How am I supposed to get over you?

I've tried and I've tried

Thinking of you makes me cry

But you’re there … in my face

You’re there every place

That I go … I don’t know

What to do

To get over you

Cause I've tried and I've tried

You’re in my dreams

Almost every night

I wake up in the morning

Wishing everything was alright

But it’s not, and I’m tired

I’m tired of thinking of you

So go away, go away

Is all that I can say

Leave me alone

Don’t bother to phone

Adios, goodbye

And I’ll just keep on trying

To get over you


I have a tune in my head that goes along with this and wish I was musically inclined. Country song perhaps :)

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Sky A Haiku



Heavens Opening Up
Vibrant glorious

Passageway to Heavens gates

Serenely calming








Haiku is a Japanese poem that has a simple message. Usually three sentences that must have five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

On The Streets of Montreal

My inspiration to write this poem came to me one day while I was on Facebook. A dear friend and poet whom I'd met on HubPages, Vincent Moore, had mentioned that he was having a bit of a dry spell as far as writing. Both of us are from Montreal, and anyways the one thing I always think about when I remember back to my childhood is Montreal Smoked Meat Sandwiches. Sure you can get these delicious sandwiches other places but for some reason they just don't taste as good as they do at Schwartz's or Reubens's.

This poem is dedicated to one of my favorite poets Vincent.



Montreal Smoked Meat on Rye
Source: By chensiyuan (chensiyuan) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0


On The Streets of Montreal


On the streets of Montreal
Restaurants call
Smoked meat sandwiches
Dills on the side
Of course served on the best rye
Don't make me beg, don't make me cry
Mustard slathered with affection
Heated to perfection
A little fat deep inside
Makes my mouth water
With anticipation
Pile it high pile it high
How far do I have to drive
To satisfy my cravings
For such a delicious creation
I can almost taste it
I am aroused
Your aroma drives me wild
I need you now
Smoked meat how I desire you

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas


Thursday, February 14, 2013

Locked Away



A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer's, after having a stroke.
Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons



Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn
Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn

Wondering how he got to this place
Was what happened such a disgrace

How could a stroke so easily provoke
His freedom from society to be revoked

Always waiting for the phone to ring
For the doctor to say release him

All he wants is to return to his home
He hates being here hates being alone

The days for him are all the same
They never ever seem to change

At times he accepts visitors with anticipation
But then sends them away with pure frustration

Wanting always to be unconfined
Never to happen only in his mind

Sitting in silence with the curtains drawn
Everything of importance is now gone

Sleeping away the nights and the days
The only escape till he passes away

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Icicles Through My Window



Nightcicles
Nightcicles
Source: All photos by Susan Zutautas
Cold yet magnificent
As they sparkle in the sunlight
Hard and brilliant
True beauty shinning through
Patterns of light
Skipping across the snow
Dripping as they melt
Yet freezing to the touch
Long and thinning
Some just beginning
While they grow
The process is slow
Blade like if they were a sword
As cars pass by
In the night
They sparkle with delight
In the dark they glow
No two are alike
From the eaves of the roof porch
They hang
All lined up in a row
Staring at them
Lost and alone
Lights all out
They are still bright

©Copyright 2010 Susan Zutautas

Thursday Morning Turmoil


I arise at six to start my day
Maybe I can actually write something today
Coffee in hand I log onto to search
Sitting comfortably upon my perch

My sons alarm goes off and I hear him move
Coming downstairs with his guitar to groove
Picking and strumming and playing so loud
Wishing he would just go and jump on a cloud

I am trying to read as I had searched up a topic
But this young rock star's making my mind myopic
I finally give up and hide in the kitchen
To start a new mission
Washing last nights dishes
With some ambition

Everyone finally leaves and I sigh
The house is now empty just the dogs and I
I sit back down  with such delight
Today I will just write and write

The dogs want out and are barking at the door
Up I get again once more

Back again for a third try
My computer crashes
I just want to cry

I reboot.. login and read once again
The dogs are now barking outside at their friends

Up again I get and think
Will my day ever begin?

All is now quiet as I write this poem
The dogs are now sleeping and I can begin
To try and start a new poem and hopefully win