Best Aggravates Poems
It is so peaceful today!
SHHHHHHH someone hisses.
You will ruin it.
But it really is a terrific day.
Three people give her a quick glare.
She laughs.
Not caring at all.
Optimism cannot be squelched.
She is in a wonderful mood.
Begins to sing Oh What a Wonderful Morning!
Loudly and proudly.
The naysayers are instantly in a bad mood.
Go home with glaring faces.
Silly co-workers.
She smiles at how well she can aggravate them
With sheer happiness.
My husband is in many ways the opposite of me.
Were he to make a left turn along a route, I’d go right inevitably.
Astrologically, he’s emotional (double water) but I’m a stable triple earth.
He rarely laughs, not even at a comic’s show, while I enjoy mirth.
As time went on, I realized he really was a nut.
Had he been a shoe, he’d be a heavy boot, always kicking butt.
Impatient, tactless, rude and often feeling out of joint,
he handcuffed himself to an official’s chair just to make a point.
A self-made gung-ho contractor within years he became.
But being accident prone, himself he often would maim.
Jack-hammered his own foot, fell two stories off a roof,
nearly removed his thumb with a saw (to give you a little proof).
He yelled a lot, got scammed, got stabbed, and had a nervous breakdown,
but he’s not the type of man to easily go down.
He learned to recognize the damage done to himself and his brother
from being raised and controlled by a narcissistic mother.
Once he got on pills for anxiety and depression,
the second half of our married years saw great lessening of aggression.
He worked a bit as a bounty hunter when building got too slow
and drove trucks long-distance too. Over half the states he’d go.
He aggravates me even now, but he’s much more mellow.
He’s loyal and never could be accused by someone as acting yellow.
Though physically afflicted, we’re both at ease with one another today.
And if he were a shoe, he’d be an old worn slipper - tough boot tucked away.
You're an Awesome God and I can't complain.
We're holdling you gently and calling your name.
We're climbing a mountain high in the sky,
Dealing with man, we tend to ask why!
Through the storm of tribulating pain,
The Lord God is here to guide us through the rain.
"Leave it with God", now I've said it again.
He gave His only Son to wash away our sin!!
We deal with things that we don't have to,
Putting up with people who don't have a clue.
Broken hearts and endless tears,
I thought we'd grow stronger throughout the years!
The devil's a lie and tells not the truth.
He aggravates and destroys, something God wouldn't do!
We are soldiers in the Lord's army.
He loves and comforts and will never ignore me!!
The Paradise in Heaven which awaits,
I pray the Lord that I walk through the Pearly Gates.
Sooner than later, shall He come.
He will come for us ALL, and not just one!!
Life gave me a little brother
to teach me about life.
He loves me,
Aggravates me,
and gives me strength and strife.
Thank goodness for my brother
He is as special as can be
Don't mess with my little brother
- or you'll have to mess with me!
dedicated to roel jr. castaneda
This is a fourteen point check list
For when you buy a car
First question you should ask
Does it have full service history or part
The next important question
Has the Cam belt ever been changed
And do you have any receipts
To show me when it was arranged
Check for codes and errors
Held in the ECU
It may be clean and tidy
But they might be hiding a few
Now check that clutch
For usual wear and tear
Is it riding at the top
If so you should be aware
Check the oil, fuel and water
For any kind of leaks
Cause this could cost more money
And leave your pockets empty
Check all the fluid levels
Make sure there all topped up
It’s a sign that it’s been looked after
By the seller you’re buying it off
An early head gasket failure
Could cost more than the car is worth
So open up that oil cap
And check for creamy stuff
Listen to that engine
Make sure there’s no strange tunes
Check that steering properly
The brakes and all the tubes
Listen for failed wheel bearings
You will hear a whirling noise
If one of these is wearing
It aggravates and annoys
Check for too much smoke
And the exhaust while you can
Because MOT emissions
Are getting stricter with their plans
Have a visual check of course
Of the outside of the motor
Last but least test all the lights
And never let them chauffeur
Take a friend or mechanic
And look for signs of damage
Be wise and look up a guiding price
Make sure the vehicles within those sights
Hpi check is always satisfation
It may cost you a little more
But its very instant action
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd October 2015
All rights Reserved
After July abdicates, august August arrives,
and the year advances, as annually agreed.
After assessing alternative alternatives and accords,
as anticipated, no other affirmative alternative is advanced.
Actually August is always an annual actuality, affably accepted
as amicable and always awaited ardently, as July avidly absconds!
Anxiously active actions advise August adherents, to atrabilious accordingly,
as days are abridged and abbreviated, around-the-clock! Slowly
as all administrations adjourn, advocates abort all agonistic argument,
as analysis of aforethought Acts are advanced, and addendums
are amicably agreed. After appropriate and amusing accolades are accepted,
all approve of appeasement, as another additional accidental adventitious
activity appears! August is always appreciated and advances, as aide-de-camps
award and authorise aristocrats and actuaries, to amalgamate advertising agencies,
although angry animosity always aggravates, angers, and aggrieves
anti-agreement antagonists! Assuaging angry aged academics and agents,
aghast at angry animosity, always attracts acrimonious atrabilious attention.
As an acknowledged antidote, an amusing anecdote is always acceptable,
as an agreeable anaesthetic appetizer, and allaying fears. An atmosphere
of aggravated argument, also assures all august, August activities are
axed and abolished abruptly, as September appropriately and advisedly appears!
Adieu, Adios, Arrivederci, Au revoir August and Amen!
Rhymer. September 1st, 2016..
Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona,
Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona!
With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense!
Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill suit, he exudes tawdry opulence!
What better way at the end of a sumptuous repast,
And after the snifters of brandy have been passed,
Than to light up an aromatic Presidente' with the fellows,
All puffing to keep the fire lit as a farrier does with his bellows!
The king on his throne and the bum in his shack enjoy equal pleasure,
Each puffing his favorite stogie, blissful beyond all measure!
I'm told that even some ladies enjoy a puff now and then.
I tip my fedora to them for they are braver than some men!
The aroma of my Panetella clings to everything in the house,
And that doesn't foster good relations with my loving spouse!
She admonishes me about that constantly as she stifles a choke,
And it aggravates her to see good money going up in smoke!
For decades I have enjoyed the pleasure of a fine cigar.
Never mind that doc says my lungs are filled with tar!
He's written an apt epitaph when my existence becomes moot:
"Here smolders this old galoot! He's puffed his final Cheroot!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Such a lovely ebony woman
so deserved to be loved
more precious than rubies
she is mentioned in Proverbs
when she kisses me and smiles
clouds darken the skies of her eyes
her fragrant breasts become a garden
After such tender mercies are offered
where myrtle bloomed red and spikenard white
quivering in the ruins of our pleasure
where bounteous kisses ran amok
distant groans where whirlwind struck
whispering moans of joy and anguish
caressing the russets of our blushes
we are docile, drooping weak as a leaf
Lost in the sweet feelings of gratefulness
of making love and the zeal to please
she who knows how to sway mercy from disdain
she who aggravates or sweetens my chains
mesmerizing me during sad or tranquil hours
increasing my affections with her indifference
she who holds the authority and the power
to keep account of my joys, my love, and my pain
Children of your own
Character in each
Fill their loving cup
Help extend their reach
Teach them to forgive
And to love a lot
Teach the best way known
Teach what you were taught
Don’t be condescending, it only aggravates
Patience is a virtue, that’s when someone waits
Tolerance is bliss, you have to make allowance
Always give praise, and sometimes more allowance
Never mock or ridicule
Encourage to go far
Encourage curiosity
And reaching for a star
Never interrupt
Never look for proof
Always listen closely
Always speak the truth
Be helpful to your neighbor
Not contradictory
There are no stupid questions
Take pride in victory
Traveling can be a pain,
Particularly on a plane.
You plan, you pack, you park, you wait
Until you find the proper gate.
You clutch ID and boarding pass
Then zigzag through the lines en masse,
Removing coats and belts and shoes
And pray you're not the one they choose...
A "random" check - you're patted down
By someone surly, with a frown
That's meant to let you know she's pissed
'Cause you might be a terrorist.
You make it through and grab your stuff
And find a seat. There aren't enough
So some folks stand 'til they announce
The boarding call; all flyers pounce.
The goal's to make it so your case
Will squeeze into a vacant space
And then you sit, your legs all squished -
Not quite as stress-free as you'd wished.
And yet - some time away awaits,
Well-worth whatever aggravates.
A change of scene, some treats to find
And all the humdrum left behind.
This little break is like a gift;
Your spirits get a needed lift.
The days will pass, the time will fly
And soon again, you'll surf the sky.
That obscene stare
aggravates the silicon
thrust. You become a victim
of an upheaval.
The white dwarfs have
invaded the blackboard.
You can get a glimpse
of unsolicited rape.
A cyanide capsule
hangs on your chest.
Will you commit a suicide
after an unnatural kill ?
It takes a toll. The
abuse of the fingers.
Instead of writing a name
you print the cave.
Satish Verma
I'm addicted to you and there's nothing I can do
No matter how hard I try to leave
I end up coming back to you
You've been there through my struggles
You've been there through the pain
I never knew my father
And my mother was far away
No one knows what I've been through
No one knows my story
But whenever I got tangled up
You're the one that kept me company
When I need you the most you do what's best for me
But when morning comes all my problems submerge me
You're like a virus that's planted deep inside my brain
I try to pull it out but it only aggravates the pain
I look you in the eyes I keep begging you to leave
You look right back at me and say laissez-moi tranquille
The more I try to let you go the harder it becomes
I regret the day I picked you up
You stupid bottle or rum
Anger so deep it penetrates, agitates and aggravates
Feeling so helpless, clueless and ruthless
Knowing my physical pain and the flaw in my brain is like a derailing train
Wondering why no one cares and no one is there. Why do they all sit with a blank stare?
Confused as to why I can't grow. Who is it I really know? With whom my emotions I should
show?
Tired of all the selfishness and phoney bliss. This is truly an abyss.
Questioning if I really exist. I think I'm here, but Maybe I'm just a mist. Maybe I don't get
the gist.
Frustrated that I even need a crutch. Do I really ask for too much?
Sad for myself too much it seems. I'm free of flaws in a distant dream. I want to
scream!!!!!
Never can I get along. I'm never good enough and I don't belong. Why is everything so
wrong?
Unsure why things never change and I have this new found rage. Can we please turn the
page?
Holding on by a thread. There are so many things I dread. I sink again and my soul is dead.
Why do I suffer this way? Why do I have to pay? All I ever used to do is pray, but not today
Alone is what I've been for so long. Maybe it's the only way I feel strong. Maybe that's how
I belong
Desire exists to understand life. I do yearn for minimal strife. At times I can't make it in
this life
Misunderstood all of the time as if I've committed some crime. It's about time I end this
rhyme. After all it's not so sublime.
Under the windowsill
Ages dripped across the frosting wood
Now snow, the warm touch of a finger
Aggravates the soul of a tiger
As the pyramids stand absolute amidst a sand storm
The Nile runs red with the tears of angels
A jolt in the heart’s pulse and the spirits all collapse
'Until the sky falls down,' she says
Yet the blue roses I left at her door
Speak only of Lila
And her song of glorious affliction
Though my enlivened crucifixion
Speaks softly in thine ears
Tethered I remain to this house
Mere
Reflected
A papoose with a twin is papooses,
Double goose and get geese, but not gooses.
Pluralizing perplexes me,
Aggravates me, and vexes me,
And I suspect that it checks my creative juices.