Badgering Poems - Poems about Badgering

...Have I failed you as a man? Our only communication was what washed up on shore But there's so much space between the ocean floor and the sand One cascades and the other crystalizes But you can......Read the rest...

...For persons leaving little to chance, To others’ orders don’t wish to dance; For weapons reserving user’s glance: If they can’t find guns grip a close lance… Resistance means that one has muscl......Read the rest...

...He chose a face that only his mad mother would love. He painted a tragedy upon a crooked grin. His mask was designed to mug any real mirth. His career-path a honking mockery. A blunder......Read the rest...

...Get me a matchstick And the rogue over there quickly pick. Or you fetch me smoker’s lighter, Whose flame is assuredly brighter, Pouring me out some petrol From our jeep long on patrol… Jungle J......Read the rest...

...I count on angels. They speak to me. Not in voices, but telepathically. They do not leave me alone until I do certain things. I know it is an angel due to their persistent tenacity. Call Toni. ......Read the rest...

...I believe it was Alfred North Whitehead, an early developer of cognitive systems thinking, who observed frequent miscommunication and confusion and chaos over bilateral complexities of Set v is......Read the rest...

...Dismount, the horse is dead I say. He keeps blathering on, Saying things to bring me down Tries to lasso me with negativity Annoyed that I have retained my idealism Angry at my optimism Wanting......Read the rest...

...Forsooth impeachment hearings appertain blood on hands of self important president, though alcohol he doth abstain, nonetheless permanent drunken stupor doth wax and wain finger of guilt damag......Read the rest...

...He chose a face that only his mad mother would love. He painted a tragedy upon a crooked grin. His mask was designed to mug any real mirth. His career-path a honking mockery. A blunder......Read the rest...

...He chose a face that only his mad mother would love. He painted a tragedy upon a crooked grin. His mask was designed to mug any real mirth. His career-path a honking mockery. A blunder......Read the rest...

...If we could only capture an instant, one frame of this life with but our eyes; freeze the clouds adorning the argent crescent, count the raindrops on a storm-soaked leaf - where might we be? I......Read the rest...

...You find me when I am weak, not tired; the rush of anxiety has overtaken me and made a fool of my strength. You find me when I can’t sit still, moving helplessly from room to room looking for a fi......Read the rest...

...Perdition Be Damned! Body electric zapped lower gastrointestinal tract wracked with wretchedness pitted, rocked, and tortured severe muscle spasms cramp deathly hallowed deliverance beseec......Read the rest...

...JUST WRONG Throughout my life’s journey, I chanced to see, Many things to this day that bother me, The things that chose the path of my destiny, the path of life towards my Philanthropy ......Read the rest...

...with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy fast becoming a bra man, and might hire himself out as a male wet nurse for employ ment, cuz whe......Read the rest...