Best Bickering Poems
Poets, you've been expressing your opinions on politics
Some were very nasty, like oil and water, they don't mix
Some 'discussions' have gotten rude and very hostile
It's truthful facts vs. fictional lies, all spewed with bile
Can everyone stop bickering and put your theories aside
Believe what you will, but stop being sarcastic and snide
It doesn't make a difference what any of us choose to think
The world is out of order right now, completely out of sync
I'm annoyed by being told, "covid is just a hoax." It's real!
Go ask the families of those who have died, how they feel
Don't send me to videos with what you consider is proof
I'm capable of reaching my own conclusions. I'm not aloof
America isn't gone. We're much more resilient than that
Our Constitution wasn't written as words of silly chitchat
We've not been destroyed by acts of deplorable lunacy
We've no need of a funeral, so don't prepare a eulogy
Poems and blogs that cause tension, worries and woe
will not lead us to write better poetry, so just let it go
Please stop using your pen like a weapon; a baseball bat
to grand slam insults. Poets, we should not be in combat
The dear old pastor had occupied the same pulpit for years and years;
He preached fire, damnation and The Hereafter scorching his congregants ears!
He had baptized hordes of kids and officiated when they married,
And comforted many mourning souls when their loved-ones were buried!
He suffered through stormy sessions at the monthly meetings of The Board,
And withstood the bickering of sisters of The Women's Guild, utterly bored!
Some of his flock were as stubborn as army mules and were quite contrary!
He faced challenging situations that they didn't teach about in seminary!
He confided with his long-suffering wife proclaiming, "This is the pits!"
And after serving the Lord nigh on thirty years he decided to call it quits.
He advised The Board that he was retiring due to health issues, you see.
(Truth was, he quipped, "I was sick of them and they were sick of me!")
That foolish stranger who had wandered into town
bickering with folks, trying to shove them around
was nothing more than an old worn-out clown.
Beneath Soup Creek Bridge, we saw him drown.
We thought he'd learned a lesson and ran away,
but fate did him in for being such a mean hombre'
Sooner or later the devil always demands his pay.
The foolish stranger couldn't escape his doomsday.
He thought he'd left Soup Creek with a parting gift
that would make some angry, leaving others miffed
but it triggered laughter, which gave the town a lift,
knowing that hombre's ghost has been set adrift.
Foolishly, he tried to dance in the streets of Soup Creek
expecting those he'd injured to turn the other cheek.
With no help from the Beautiful People, once his clique,
the stranger with a mean streak was cowardly and weak
There's a moral to all stories, and this one is no exception
"Treat people like dirt and don't expect a warm reception."
The measure of a man isn't found in lies and deception
That was the stranger's concept, a gross misconception.
No peace to be found in death for one who doesn't behave.
Thanks to Sheriff Koplin, Gambler Milt, and Ranger Dave,
the ladies and the posse who pointed guns at the knave.
Undertaker Tom, time to put that dead stranger in a grave.
she shuffles in tattered slippers
held by elastic bands
securing them to her feet
bindings taken for granted
her thoughts settled into routine
to cross the dining room floor
to her table
lunch still matters to those buzzed by fog
dessert still stirs the blood to move
dysfunctional in age
she could go off in any direction at any time
like a heart monitor jittery, at the cusp of letting go
a harvested jumble of beats that still hang together
her odyssey
a matter of edges
stunted steps
close enough to the movement of others
bickering bodies sometimes
but removed enough to breathe
A robin's song is heard nearby,
so faint and sweet is the sound.
Showing now it’s winter’s end.
For the baby birds will flap their wings
and cry to their mothers.
The wild mare will gallop to her secret place
and lay in the green fields again to bring a
new life to her band.
A snow leopard creeps along the craggy mountains
a white owl flies silently back to her den.
But on the breeze a change is felt,
Blowing now on past.
Showing forth a hint of thaw,
upon this winter cast.
Every day the sun does shine
with just a bit more heat.
The air seems just a bit fresher,
with every breath more sweet.
Green needles sprouting
A rebellion taking place
Against snowy ground
Winter's end comes with soggy streets
and green saplings
of young love and renewed friendships.
Immigrant season, empty hands
looking for work,
finding promise in pockets of dust,
bringing back the birds,
competitive as pretty sisters
bickering in birdsong, speaking of seeds.
Spring, wetting itself,
wipes muddy feet at the door
then passes through without notice.
As the sun warms the sidewalks,
The sandy beach and our soul.
Green sprouts everywhere,
in a brightness of different shades.
Gone are red cheeks, cold icy lips,
Layered clothing and frosty fingertips.
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January 18, 2015
Form : Free Verse (Epic)
"Larger than a Universe"
Space to be alone
take it, take
all the space
you want
silence
becomes you
inside conducts
a symphony
music speaks
loud and clear
pushes forward
across the table
the keys
to doors
and foot
flat to the floor
driving
targa top gears
upward shifting
racing towards
the stratosphere
you let go
of the wheel,
and the noise of
bickering black crows
swiftly disappear,
with no place to go
all the little darlings
murdered
shadows
become
reflections
in time
the sun
pushes
the clouds
aside
something
larger
than
a universe
takes over the self
takes control
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I awaken to a lark’s song
In early morning’s misty light
Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
Turned yellow gold
Surround her so pretty,
Her song to me. Yes, I know
the lark sings to me
Its cheery new day song,
As if there were no tomorrow –
It whistles in the evening
as if there were no
Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
By another, oh! What a lark!
What a pair they make!
I remember those same two larks
Not far in the past –
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
Day after day and through the summer; he
Could go nowhere without her.
He, was the one who sang to her
Each new morning, the one
Who courted her till each sundown,
Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
The one she could love forever, together
They had built the nest for their offspring
Now grown,
Now gone.
They’d been inseparable from day one,
Even bickering, just two souls
Disagreeing - still, he sang
To her in the morning, sang to her
Under the setting sun, and
In the autumn of their life
They sang together, cheery
As if there were no tomorrow
Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
This morning
I let out a sigh
Remembering so well
The dream I once held
So tight.
Will it come to pass?
The answer came
From the larks song each morning,
Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
Whistle in the evening,
As if there were no yesterday,
And I sing each day
With faith.
I whistle each evening
To not let the sun go down
On the morose, My love,
I will not let you down.
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12
Candles burn low flickering,
brilliance ebbs with each flurry;
Focus fades midst bickering
waxing cold, dreams get blurry.
Slipping away, day by day
Wicks grow short the consequence
of waste and careless trimming;
Message lacks a permanence
because of dogged dimming.
Slipping away, cannot stay
Vigilance would glorify
Christ as the Light that kindles;
our darkness does signify
negligence, burned-out candles.
Slip-sliding far, far away
written 22 May 2016
Ceaseless demands
each one a folly
To which I respond
my answers jolly
Lesson time
Minds are weary
Endless chopping
Meals so healthy
Shopping ordered
Food a plenty
Excursion time
To burn the energy
Fall from tree
call emergency
Lost child
Panic temporary
Sibling bickering
I Chide impatiently
Bath time soon
Wet and slippery
Brushing teeth
No help from me
Each to sleep,
Cuddling frenzy
Stealthily creep
To bed with mummy
Waking together
Hour so early
Getting dressed
Uniform ready
Breakfast now
Clothes grubby
An hour to spare
Time to go crazy
I love to join in
Childish levity
Forget the time
Need to be hasty
Unbrushed hair
That’s got sticky
Scramble for bags
For each activity
Unkempt they go
To school so happy.
T`was all in a day, but a day long gone.
Though in that house
Shadows of our former selves,
Forever shall live on.
William kekaula all in a day 09/09/2020
I Thought This Was So Cute And Just Wanted To Share It.
Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days and God was tired of hearing all the bickering. Finally God said, "Cool it! I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours and I will judge who does the better job.
So Jesus and Satan sat down at their keyboards and typed away.
They moused. They did spread sheets. They did reports and graphs, sent faxes and emails and emails with attachments. They downloaded and did genealogy
reports and made cards. They did every job known to man but ten minutes before time was up lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rolled. The rain poured and of course the electricity went off.
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed and sat back.
The electricity finally flickered back on and they restarted their computers.
Satan started searching frantically screaming ,"It's Gone! It's All Gone!"
"I Lost Everything When The Power Went Out!"
Meanwhile Jesus started printing out all His files from the past two hours.
Satan observed this and became irate.
He screamed, "Wait! He Cheated! How Did He Do That!?"
God smiled and shrugged and said, "Jesus Saves."
Form:
Can you hear the absence of bickering,
the snickering, snide remarks and animosity?
The pomposity of inflated egos in blogs
that just shouldn't be taking place.
A blog without the chance for someone's
feelings to be trampled and hurt~
Just once~ humor me for creating such a blog.
You think I don't remember all the nights of endless yelling
The fighting and the bickering it seemed like there was never an ending
I know you don't know but I remember it all
The beatings you took as he pulled you up and down the hall
I hated you for not leaving him you could of made things better
But no you stayed with that jerk and we had to suffer
When you finally did it I didn't exactly let you know then
But I saw something change in you I think you knew you didn't let him win
I know you say you did it for us but there was also a part of it
You had to do for yourself to know never again he would have the last hit
You've went from a woman who only struggled with her sins
To the mother I can only strive everyday to have half the pride she carries with in
You've shown me that I can conquer anything that is thrown my way
So I'm waiting, I'm ready come what may
So if you think you can control me sorry you better think again
Cause now I know I don't have to stay shes taught me that I can win
Form:
Define love?
I would take your name in the initial state
because I thought my soul got its mate
The day when your arms gave the solitude
that's when I realized you are my magnitude
the way you embrace my worries and pressure
I got to know you are my precious treasure
Holding hands when I shiver and grieve
you gave me courage to retrieve
whom should I blame, you or fate?
why did you lie saying you would never fade
due to which my tears continuously cascade
what's my mistake?
Being coward and letting you go for happiness
definitely knowing that your absence makes me restless
I lost the color and warmth and became ruthless
all these memories haunt me and make me breathless.
your touch, smile, sight still make me sleepless.
what's agony?
finding no possibility of having you in my life,
not being able to hold you when the world falls apart,
not being the reason, you laugh hard on your rough days,
not being the reason when you smile bright.
what's stupidity?
I would stay still, when your words hurt me
and I would apologize saying it's my mistake
You would call me backstabber and cheater
I would take it as an appreciation meter.
And yet you question my love and loyalty?
weren't my eyes enough to describe the adoration,
damn every time I gave you sense of affirmation,
didn't my rapid heartbeats define my dedication,
why don't you choose me is my question?
What's bed-time story?
without you I don't smile bright and lost my glory.
remembering the sweet bickering and warmth you gave
instilling hollowness of the peace you take
me forgiving you for the mistakes you make
because my soul and heart are at stake?
I dream you hug me tight and make this pain a haste.
-Amore.
An Ice Fishing House, Abandoned, in Need of Repair
That same shed waits
by the trees.
Waits on its skids
for the lake to freeze,
and the for the creaking
joints of bickering
stoop-shouldered men
as they push it out to the center
of a pool of glass.
It houses the stories of fishing
in winter, pulling sustenance,
wriggling, through chiseled
portals into another realm.
Old men would wait
like death, slow,
their breath
turning to steam
until they could abduct
their prey from the world below.
Trout would flop
with the thickness of a muscled fist,
striking ice like distillery rage unhinged.
They would twist and corkscrew,
mottled black and silver slapping
the frozen pane of the lake,
waiting for suffocation to take them,
as the old men drifted up in
the steam of twice-warmed coffee,
and the willow-the-wisp exhalations
of ribald stories, retold, and finally forgotten.
I took a nap ignoring the silent whispers,
The whispers woke me up from the continuous bickering,
How easy it was to lie and pretend taking a nap,
With every lie my nose got longer and my heart felt heavy,
I was told I am Pinocchio and if I lie I will have a longer nose,
I was lying to myself and looked away from how it felt to only love,
To only love and love where the feelings felt beautiful,
Not expecting anything but just that love for you which slithers through my entire system,
When I accepted that I can’t stop loving you,
I awoke with a perfect nose and my heart was still heavy,
But this time it’s heavy with unconditional love,
Let love lose and stop suppressing it said my heart…
Who wants a long nose!