Poetry – The Misunderstood Mammal

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Compassionart Poetry

December 12, 2019 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

I Am

I am the being that inhabits this body

I am the anxiety that drives it mad.

I am the raindrops that fall from the sky

And every blade of grass upon which they lie…

December 1, 2019 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

How Long?

How long must we wait, for justice to be served?

How long will we ponder, this coup that has occurred?

B&W image of Rat hands

November 20, 2019 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Helpless

I wrote this poem when one of the rats in my daughter’s care was ill. The experience reminded me of a cat we used to live with who passed away, that cat changed me. It’s always so hard on us as caretakers to table our own fears and insecurities while we tend to their needs.

January 11, 2018 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Gestation

Look beyond the bars of my six by two world. See me as a mother, a daughter, a girl. Pregnant,

January 6, 2018 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Unjustified

Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m yours; Your property, your pleasure, your victim forever. Can you justify

Mask Angry man face

January 5, 2018 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Patriotic American Fury

First World Problems

Compassionart Poetry

December 17, 2017 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Reverberations of Man

The echo of change is silent, while the beat of a heart is violent. Reverberations of man rattling the dark

December 20, 2013 Lord Basil G. Lightfoot III

Goodbye Napster or How I Became Less of a Prick

My cat died yesterday. Well, technically he wasn’t my cat; he was my daughter’s cat, he was my wife’s cat…