Happy Mother's Day Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:

Read, Write, Rise, Realize.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

Neat conditions for infants—

Overcrowded and rotting—

Threnody fills a mother’s throat.

Good people busy “doing good”

Othering the weak and vulnerable.

Offenders find victims offensive—

Don’t you believe in spectres, too?

Father’s suicide, fear her prayer—

Official words will spread the scare.

Repression religicizing—no repair.

Secure her other daughter!

A witch’s bitch be guilty too.

Raggamuffin rejection by reprobates.

Assembly of the apostates—showtime—

How many more are there?

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 10, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: May 10th, 2026 08:56
Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. Salem, Massachusetts, 1692.
Category: Religion
Views: 9
Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
In collections: Scorched Strays.

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Comments4

sorenbarrett May 10th, 2026 09:28
A terrible time of distorted beliefs but when was it not. Well written Tristan it leaves feelings of confusion and false beliefs leading to judgements and tragedy. Well written my friend
2781 May 10th, 2026 10:10
The worst is yet to come, if you can believe it.
Teddy.15 May 10th, 2026 11:56
Well you and I were certainly born in the same era, I haven't heard the word raggamuffin for years! 🌹
orchidee May 10th, 2026 12:38
We have it around March in the UK.

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