Best At My Wits End Poems

Ta'likra
was a most stubborn slave
He loved to rattle the chain
It was a sound of pure defiance
that echoed across the lush plantation terrain

Son of Antuk
had a...

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Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name,
invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame,
Ears hissing, snakes inside my head, 
Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed,
Room’s spinning, feel like getting sick,
Banging...

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Cried out in pain, needed to heal,
Nothing from God did I feel. 
Demobbed from the army,
In a terrible state,
Dumped in civvy street,
Where I had no...

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Winter nights, the darkness comes quick
Key in door, to an empty house
Jacket falls fast right on the floor
I stare at the stand, at the telephone...

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When Cyris snored it shook the house piers,
Reducing his wife to constant tears,
At wits end she put a peg on his nose
To stop where the...

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Santa, I do confess
I feel a little bit strange
A middle aged man sitting on your knee
Whispering into your ear, my grandest wish
Let us both hope...

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Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift...

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Getting Victory For An Addiction

I know of someone with a very powerful addiction.
It was eating him up like a “big time infection…”

His wife didn’t know...

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She’s doing my head in; I'm at my wits end
I reckon she’s losing the plot
Her tempers are fierce and her moods have no trend
And I’m...

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I saw a man holding up a sign,
It read, please help me I have'nt got a dime.
I stopped to talk to him as he stood...

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When I was young and hearty,
I once sowed a measly seed,
And saw with awe
the paltry seed grow into
a beautiful flowering tree
permeating all around
sweet fragrance
pleasing to...

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Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.

Sweet amber...

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the ear that always listens
the eye that always sees
the mouth that speaks with honesty
but some times disagrees
the mind that's ever open
the touch that's meant to...

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When you see me cry don't be afraid
Sometimes dads emotions overflow
I know you wonder what's going on
There are things we don't want you to know

Perhaps...

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Yoo Hoo! Type A or B Personality
Beauteous - the brain-  Imagine that
Reflections of your intelligence
Per se - or indeed is it lack of
In my...

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