Best At 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 pygmy burning bush spirit
He seethed silently
as the lashes dug deep into his back
The masters hoped the other slaves
would see this...

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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 emanating air noise grows,
But unfortunately it blew off both of his ears....

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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 eyes - I see the ID
Hey - beauty in the eyes of the beholder
Hence - I perceive - I believe
Your...

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WHEN OTHERS THINK 
EXAGGERATION, YOU SEE ITS 
MY IMAGINATION.
INSTEAD OF SUPPORT, i GOT 
SEPERATION, YOU STEPPED UP 
INTO MY DESPERATION.
AS MY SOUL WRITHED IN 
HURT AND PAIN, YOU BEAMED 
SUNSHINE THRU THE RAIN.
WHEN I WAS ISOLATED, SO 
UTERLY ALONE, IT WAS 
ALWAYS YOU RINGING MY...

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The church bells tolled
In the steeple,
Loud and shrill,
'Midst the avalanche of people;
The choir on the corner
Sang of angels, babes, and sugar plums
While shoppers, at wits end,
Swore that they should never have come.

Someone said, "Merry Christmas,"
The answer, "Yeah, right";
Brother, you've got to be a maniac
To combat...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana) attest
to be more appealing than flounder
(like a Phish out of...

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So here I am again
in redundancy I'll say hello
living life behind this screen
dreaming of a world most obscene

I wait, eager for response
Clicking refresh once more
My world inside a spider's web
in this fantasy I'm still no celeb

I can hear the sound of keystrokes
breaking the silence of...

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“Oh weary hermit, etch these words in stone ~
God is within, we never walk alone”
~ quote by poet


Dear God, give us our joy back;
our life’s reached a cul-de-sac,
with heart caught in desire’s net,
our bankrupt soul’s drowned in debt.

Pathways of sin, a dead end,
for how can...

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I'm really feeling sad for folks
they're almost at wits end
Don't seem to care if Cops get shot
(that's those you won't defend)

Notice you aren't yelling loud
for christians, (just the rest)
Let someone say an unkind thing
about muslims? You'll protest

Just remember all lives matter
you never pick and choose
For...

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Lonely, empty, void and feeling blue,
Like I just don't know what to do.
I have a large family, I've got many friends,
Yet it seems just like I am at wits end.

I am seeking and searching for true happiness,
That joy on the inside that makes you feel...

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Baneful brickbats begat grievous barrier

Tell tale indelible woe y'all
privy to learn yours truly harbors
traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
adolescence - permanently leaving me, 
(a poor buoy at sea) unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to...

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Locating door D-75
Of a large colony on a drive,
At last close, ah D-74!
I must be right at destiny’s door.
But the next turns out B-68!!
What, lost at the very Pearly Gate?
So I felt midway through my poem—
Roots in air, hangs down to earth tree’s stem!

Old wisdom,...

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Traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
permanently leaving me unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to spill soil upon my
then emaciated stick figure overall,

an unlovely bag of bones 
stripped of flesh,
sans unseen deadly parasites,
who valiantly tried...

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That beast that prowls and lurks
Always on the doors opposite side
Primeval and fetid scents rising
For it is here evil resides
Locked within these crumbling walls
Or so I have come to believe
In these halls distant and aloof
Ill-omened phantoms hang in warning
Stillness splinters from a shrill impact
A morbid...

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I've heard it all my life: Wahoo!
"Sticks and stones may break your bones
but words will never hurt you."  
It’s all in the accents and tones.

"A toodlerump! Jonathan Blasterscripp!”
yelled a classmate on the playground.
I’d slid in home on my rear, what a trip!
(At least, I...

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