Bane Of Poems - Poems about Bane Of

Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating hold over yesteryear doth drum sensation of jet lag (an inconvenient truth with earth in the balance) as if flying within time machine at warp speed from this station, where bumpy ride...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred, (albeit via incremental fits and starts) evolutionary forebears didst dread Tom Tom Club former members an American new wave band founded in 1981 by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth as a side project from Talking Heads, rocketing them to...

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth made of mere moments nigh, It sleeps all day, to wake in glare of night, O Bliss, thou art a dancing butterfly That spreads its beauteous...

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"You're the Bane of my existence and the object of my desire", I could never tell you that, these words could describe what I feel for you but only incorrectly. You could never be the Bane of my existence, because I feel blessed to have known you, I feel honoured to have had the great...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth Sent my smooching life south, whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, who kissed the girls and made them cry. The medical term for cold sores, Herpes Labialis, refers to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1) that most often causes these sores, though Herpes virus Type 2 (HSV-2) less often can also be...

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Bane of dyschezia Constipation spoilt rare visit with eldest daughter (yesterday - November twenty sixth two thousand twenty two) currently housed near Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania. Less than twelve hours after a cocktail comprising handful of prunes, four psyllium husk capsules, plus three dulcolax. Myself and missis privy to meet our grand kittens (tortoiseshell synonymous tabby cats patterned with small blotches of white referred to as "tortico," a portmanteau of "tortie" and "calico." We immensely...

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There is no god in England (I learned of that this day) For when a man is stricken He has no more to say. He lies in expectation, The end to shortly be, Torment is blindly gazing out Through eyes that barely see. The blaze within his body Radiates, and yet, The chilling of his very soul Allows him to forget. With sonance all around him, The sobbing...

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Minus adverse side effects courtesy Ropinirole HCL couple nights I did try, albeit yours truly wanted to die, plus also yearned tubby among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie, yes absent asthenia, fatigue, and/or malaise oh my nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness, and asthenic condition, I woefully did decry unconsciously kicking, thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching downing aforementioned medication found me awry beseeching psalm body e'en the Sultan of Brunei or sovereign from Abu Dhabi to...

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This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy" prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer (manure) of writing about his foie gras bulls, (which matter of fact happen tubby Ruby red) redirects his gripe, how he no longer doth enjoy sharing his rhymes without (poems), resorts to joy full tongue in cheek humor to lament, harumph, decry... a source of annoy ants, sans how nearly every one of my satisfactory albeit...

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In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress in desolated winter drear no spring can bless. Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief, I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf; barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown - doomful gloom, I ache and pray winds to take me down. Susan Ashley June 17, 2018 ~...

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An addiction it is! An addiction to my being. ...

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The bane of able men, is a blind, deaf and crippled world, Lacking in discernment, decorum and sincerity, Wanting genuine gratitude, profound wisdom and propriety, Choking on complacency, and adrift in a sea of avarice, Void of foresight, and ignorant of looming calamity, Full of men greedy for mere gain--like a mantis stalking a Careless cicada, oblivious of the oriole behind! Sighing,...

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In its whisperings and articulations A searchlight into that hidden recess The bane of acquisitions Becomes the flight from humility On which freedom rests Shall we render benefaction of such Crude and insidious notions........

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I have abandoned all my ships, Just because I see stars. That is when you caught my glimpse. But I should recall That since everything eventually dies, Now, you are just a supernova's ashes. (The strained stars Are through the pain lane; Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...) So, bring me the horizon, Because I need new stardust To soothe my astral scars Of...

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I want fame and humility I want war and I want peace I want God and I want freedom I want freedom and enslavment I want to settle down, and keep moving I sprint home and crawl to work I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve I will kill and I will resurrect Give me extravagance and give me banality entertain me and...

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