I am your neighborhood cat you see
Destined to antagonize you as I please
Peering through your window hehe
Come here dog to bark to appease
You can't get me you canine disease
You're locked inside can't you see
I'll scratch at your window with ease
Ahhh does this irritate with my tease
Bark bark bark dog to try to appease
As I lick your window repeatedly hehe
Oh wait here is my backside to tease
I wave my tail just to further displease
Had enough you stupid canine disease
I'm your neighborhood cat I do as I please
Wait! was that the front door as I freeze
Chased down the street now I must flee
When I raise my thoughts from the dead,
All become coloring beauties to my bedspread.
No one exist without a quirk:
Raising bloody craziness that irk,
Moulding new happy home-- an artwork;
Not only Innocent people do jerk.
To win; some envy, some criticize
And not only politicians politicize,
But I don't Know of what is it to actualize--
Reasons people stand to antagonize.
Conversation with myself is a boost;
To be belittled to such a roost--
It must have not been of spruced,
Yet doesn't need to be deduced!
The best bird's improvised nest:
Is in God's centered mind contents digest.
(Isthmus)
I walked into Dobb's library
I didn't have what life took
so there wasn't much left for me
except to search for a new book.
I sat down in an enclosed place
for ten minutes hoped to forget
the savage past grafted on my case
entangled in a strangling net.
I opened a computer screen
Then a lady sat beside
I sensed something sight unseen
A tear in the force had opened wide.
A short librarian had seen all
She gave this lady a look of scorn:
so intense it could burn the wall
I felt aghast, how could I warn?
I came back there in July
The new book shelf was getting old
Saw the librarian, my fierce ally
She looked unwell, in a dazed pose.
A library is a safe place to be
No bad guys have reason to go
But I brought one in with me
Did it hit a friend who'll never know?
You don't antagonize the wolf-like pack
With a heartfelt look of intense scorn
They'll take revenge, they may attack
I steel my heart, can't afford to mourn.
Now, I don't know for sure
Can's collapse that quantum wave
But in my mind that scorn endures
when icebergs surface, who can save?
"Long has My grace been proffered
Long has intercession been offered
Short is My space for repentance
'On my terms!' frames their resistance
'Tis not I who needs to change
Defying My terms will estrange
Worship Me in spirit and truth
Stop treating My words as uncouth
My Vineyard I designed to produce
But not all of My grapes have juice
These are destined for destruction
They refuse to obey My instruction
Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes
Their sacrifices only antagonize
Their outcome has been decreed
Curses will pursue their seed
Their toxic smoke is spreading
The effects of it - upsetting
False gods mislead and blind
Fulfilling the devil's design
Blowing immoral smoke in My face
Masking deceit without disgrace
They have earned My displeasure
I'll punish them in full measure
But My good grapes will inherit
As joint-heirs, they'll share it
They truly love and obey Me
Becoming My priority
I'll restore the Universe for them
New Jerusalem from every kind of gem
Justice and righteousness prevail
Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"
I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'
Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife
mocks the beating pulse of my human heart
What a wonderful fantasy my life would be
if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat
I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me
for without his gonging life would be so sweet
In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes
in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore
but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise
for his insistent knelling peals out once more
Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me
but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song
Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody
whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long
I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue
and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum
Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung
Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome
Life will have days that you will wish to revise
Things said or done will fill you with compromise
Decisions over which you will agonize
And still, the sun will rise
At times others will seek to antagonize
Nights filled with anger shall certainly arise
For, sometimes, your reflection, you will despise
And still, the sun will rise
There will be hard days with long heartfelt goodbyes
When all we can still do is but eulogize
Leaving those left with love but still tearful eyes
And still, the sun will rise
There will always be dark nights with cloudy skies
But things, as is their way, will yet stabilize
Finding new joys, as well as new, true allies
As life will go on with its new lows and highs
And still, the sun will rise
-- by ThoughtsFromB4
movement of the word "world"
a center of religion
I am its goddess, a goddess of redemption
peering over my soul bounty I see
what appears to be a pillar of Souls all
wrapped up into a spider web
I see many things In a quiet revolution
I write them down
I have never known a man or woman alive
that could persevere me without being in renown
my "civil liberties" are to debate myself
to antagonize growth hormones, and flower
Like a rose petal, I see you through to the end
but like the goddess of forever, I am only a vixen-- a man, yet a woman
incarnate.
movement of the word "world"
a center of religion
I am its goddess, a goddess of redemption
peering over my soul bounty I see
what appears to be a pillar of Souls all
wrapped up into a spider web
I see many things In quiet resolution
I write them down
I have never known a man nor woman alive
that could perserverer me without being in reknown
my "cibil liberties" are to debate myself
to antagonize growth hormone, and flower
Like a rose petal, I see you through to the end
but like the goddess of forever, I am only a vixen-- a man, yet a woman
incarnate.
always questions always apprehensions
in the process of getting through this life
begins with stunning realization
there is more to this universe than I
flows through doubt and self-examination
into a struggle to simply get by
following rules truly all that there is
why not search for something much more than this
try to find meaning within existence
beyond the needs for basic subsistence
reach for some form of common human cause
beyond doubs tears fears and need for applause
seeking that which is right which is most wise
avoiding the urge to antagonize
You cover me with a cluster of absurd words
that stir and plunder like tornado dust
on an adamant mission of one-eyed destruction.
Even through the pile of vile gust, I must
respect your inherent right to be wrong.
You vomit a comet of obstinate lies,
criticizing all that is wise and good,
all that stood in your raging, profane way.
All the might of right won't fix your folly,
only antagonize, like a flying dart,
an unrepentant, prideful heart.
Fencing replies aside, defenses shoved away,
with a quieted spirit, in merciful song,
for the headstrong and wrong, I pray.
5-20-2022
Scuttlebutt ran in and bit me.
Harder than a mosquito bites.
I yelled ouch!
Scuttlebutt did a summersault
into my reptilian brain.
She is easy to antagonize.
Scuttlebutt chuckled
So I pulled out my big gun.
Ignore.
Amazing alligators antagonize anyone’s annual anteaters
As antelopes arrive at the annual annulment.
Annoying Aunt Amanda alleges all anticipation awful.
As anticipated Abigail Alliwogger assassinates anteaters.
Anointed antonym annihilates Aunt Amanda and abdicates
Amazing alligators announcing annual anteater’s annulment.
Written 1-04-2021
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
Mystically murky memories
Antagonize anyone and anything
Despite delving deep down
Each embellishment encompasses eternal envy
You yearn, yet…
Only one option opens
Understand, undertakings undo unambiguously
Live, laugh, love, let lie
Opt out of obligation
Offer open objections ostensibly
Knowledge kindles kindness
every life has a mission
some will rebel
others are meant for submission
only time will tell
mine is to extract
rhythm from my soul
to rebel and attract
the end result of my goal
to antagonize each spirit
into finding that groovy flow
revealing its unique merit
and its curious lovely glow
each life is set upon a road
but I chose to go astray
because all truth be told
we each need to go our own way
A Lonely Ledge
There always appears to be a lonely ledge
We will reach before going over the edge
It really may not be obvious or clear cut
So ask how, when, where, why and what.
In progression, try to answer each word
Listening to way they have been heard
Which must importance be placed upon
And was it actually, deliberately done.
What evolved and eventually did realize
Was things in this world may antagonize
Now hard may have become your heart
Separating and splitting you all apart.
How can we forever feel comfortably?
And full of happiness with jubilee
When a tragedy recently passed by
To forget it how hard we all did try.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
There are always those things such as
tragedies to mar everything.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.