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Noxious Noises

I must say that in my four score years I've done it all and seen it all,
But in the autumn of my life, noxious noises drive me up the wall!
I like the soothing sound of most music and birds trilling in the trees,
But, Lord, spare me the wheezing of those bagpipes, if you please!

I like the sound of thunder and the rain falling softly on my roof,
But I could strangle the neighbor for letting his mutt yap and woof!
I can tolerate classical music until the prima donna Madame Zaria,
Begins to belt out her raucous contralto in an intolerable aria!

A most trying nuisance and I suppose one of my biggest gripes,
Are kids with boom boxes and their jalopies with those roaring pipes!
I don't mind the occasional rumbling of a train or the screaming jets,
But when dining I suffer acid reflux hearing inane cell phone vignettes!

I've got a bone to pick with the inventor of the wailing saxaphone!
That and the squeaking of a clarinet are more than I can condone!
I like western musical harmony sung by "The Sons Of The Pioneers."
But spare me those "She Done Me Wrong Songs" - they aggravate my ears!

Why can't folks keep their cats inside so they aren't yowling on my lawn,
And a hex on the dude revving his Harley Davidson waking me at dawn!
I reckon before I blow a gasket or worse yet lose my poise,
I'd better rush out and buy some ear plugs to stifle that noxious noise!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012

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Love, mum

who decides..
who gets lies..
and who gets the girl..
because my suggestion box is full..
and truthfully speaking..
a two-story house is too close to the sun for my liking..
but i dont mean it the way you think..
i just have a bone to pick..
but my dog is starving..
heads down..
tails up..
its a half confession..
the rest is forth coming attraction..
in traction of seduction skills i've acquired over the years..
whilst dodging humble old man as they are ferried to their graves..
oh God, this story ends..
but i am not in the end..
though i intend to see it till the end..
so i hide my shadows in dark places..
drinking risk-free ice-tea..
as the moon shines over my shoulders..
and for what its worth, i will bring you that star..

Copyright © Muhammad Qaasim Madzima | Year Posted 2012

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Remove Your Blinders

No heartbeat will pass through these teeth
Nothing's child will digest, rest dead inside me
A plead or two, violent rages ignored
What did her smiling eyes mean to you?
I know you saw her grinning

Let me tell you, child bearing a heavy heart:
Karma is alive and kicking 
Every heartbeat has purpose

Sick to my stomach I discover much truth
Humans ripping flesh from bones-- I have a bone to pick with you
To what extent of this insanity does it prosper our youth?
May I remind you of meals to spare, the freedom to choose?

I wonder everyday, "Were you even hungry?"
Friend, eating is for survival, to thrive, keep these eyes blinking
Not to slit something's throat
Believe me

No longer will I blind myself from sick,real cruelty
Look at his face
Have you seen him cry?
Are your eyes still smiling?
Three days to live and he can not wait to die

Stop this vicious cycle
Let nature shine through
They were here before me and before you
Wouldn't you liked to be saved by grace?
Thankful for words on a believed page?
Rescued from a life threatening disease of ignorance I hate?
One more rescue breath at the scene 
Open your eyes wide 
We are that change

Copyright © Stephanie Blalock | Year Posted 2012

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Nothing To See Here People

Nothing  to see here people keep it moving.The child just couldn't say Thank you. He must have thought I was gonna give him some fish... but I was only teaching him how to do this...He must have thought, it was beneath him to have to sell a few fish for awhile/ he must of thought ,that I was gonna think, he owed me, I thought he knew my heart was big enough, but he must have thought my kind act weak.I thought he'd get on his feet. 

I thought he just needed a jump  start, but when I checked his lights  were out, and the engine went .click click. I looked under the hood and saw he had a faint heart beat. I sent him a new battery,but then he was out of gas.I gave him a few good tips,to put into his tank. I said run on this for awhile But he never did say thanks. My pearls were trampled under foot, and still he never knew or cared that I cried real tears.

Sometimes you have to chose your bones like  you chose your battles; The bones I  had to pick with him was ten  to his one, but still for the love I held my tongue, but he was quick to say you done me wrong,but not a word was spoken about the good deeds he received. 

He had a bone to pick.He pointed that out very quick, make sure your bone is based on truth, cause sometimes people  are without Ruth (ruthless), and  will do anything just to keep from saying .thank you!He could have said that is not my thing;Thank you anyway.I appreciate your effort , or  dam you, I don't even like fish. But  thank you" for doing something tho what you think is something, to me, is really nothing, "cause everybody owes me ". 

Plus I can't remember to say thank  you, I got turrets I mean ahh -attention deficit- yeah that's it. I only shout out obscenities, I can't remember important things.What does it mean, it means  I ain't got a heart.
I don't feel like fishing ,whatta you want;What you want ? I don't owe you nothing.
I only sold 2 a dem fish you gave me, then with the money I got drunk. " so what." fagettaboutit " he says.
I knew you were up to something ,ahhh you wanted me to say" thank you", or.." I appreciate you "! but you can forget it!.You are asking much to much.
You cannot re- start my heart with a charger kit.. close the hood and the book..  
Label me basket case number 666.  I know I am the one who didn't take the challenge...didn't fulfill his potential.
All because he could not muster up the words..thank you! to say to his Sister/mother or brother.
What a Buster!- I am done. Go ahead,try and hate me. Nothing to see here people keep moving right along, just another mother trying to give a cripple crab a crutch,whom she thought was her grateful son!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2011

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Fred Feely Fingers

I have a bone to pick with the Wright Brothers who invented the plane.
Those fellers created many problems for me that have become my bane!
To fly the friendly skies nowadays is a pain in the **** provoking me to curse!
The whole procedure exasperates me enough to hurl rocks at a rolling hearse!

First, I must consult my perplexing computer to make a firm reservation,
Then they route me on a dozen different flights to reach my destination!
I must arrive at the airport three hours in advance of my scheduled flight,
To be probed by Fred Feely Fingers of the TSA adding to my plight!

I must pay an exorbitant amount for each of my bags that once flew free,
And if I want a coke, peanuts, pillow or headphones there is another fee!
The seats are so close I must rest my chin upon my knees or sit by an exit door,
But I'll suffer 'twixt two fat ladies, for to sit by the door would cost me more!

It's usually my bad luck to be strapped in near a kicking, screaming kid,
Or little old ladies regaling me about their operations 'til I want to blow my lid!
Next time I travel I'll hitchhike, hop a freight, or ride a Greyhound bus,
To enable me to travel at my leisure, enjoy the scenery and eliminate all the fuss!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012

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Make no bones about it

Bony bona fide bones bare bones                                                                                 
Skeleton key turning a bone of contention                                                                     
Sticks and stones break bones words do hurt close to the bone                                          
Not so funny hitting funny bone hard words break no bones                                            
Depends who is speaking old school don’t be an idle bonehead                                          
Be like dog with a bone gnawing it till tomorrow                                                                
His word a fire in my bone true to the bone envy is rottenness                                           
To the bone a broken spirit driest the bone don’t be chilled to the bone                         
Pleasant words health to the bone so bones may rejoice                                            
Working fingers to the bone be not wise in thine                                                             
Own sight fear the Lord depart from evil a bone to pick                                                  
Dead man’s chest be not filled with dead men’s bones                                                 
Prophecy to bones dem dem bones come together again                                                  
Look to the cross not to skull and bones crossed bones                                                  
Playing bones Yo ho ho Rome’s smoked filled bottle                                                           
They grind bones to make their bread who Jesus has freed                                             
Don’t point that bonier finger but back in the closet                                                         
Not a bone was broken as he died for our sins                                                                 
Or you may be a bag of bones chilled to the bone                                                        
Being bone dry baring your own sin upon your bones                                                         
He is bone of my bone empty tomb make no bones about it

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010

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Personal Memories

 We have a bone to pick with you
 On second thought we'll make it two
 Perhaps we've bitten off more than we can chew
 But then again that's nothing new
 Can  you see it from our point of view?
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016

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A Small Request


She won’t go into the woods alone
afraid of the trees and what they might say;
the telltale trunk cannot be trusted
to keep the secret of her lover,
how she cut him open then stealthily walked away.

Those were long days, impossible lives,
truth is the sunrise, not to be denied.
Between starlight and the moon
no pleasure withheld; victims of fate,
the tragedy of circumstances.

The white pines howl and the birches bark
madly but never a word was spoken.
Everybody has a bone to pick, my friend,
we’re all just big ole dogs in the end.
Lycanthropes to the full moon.

The day bludgeons night bruising the sky
but his heart is left with the black eye
and by his I mean mine and now that it’s out
silence is filled with unspeakable sound.
Thunder is memory in a distant song.
She loved the woods like another child,
The ground so moist and the air so wild.
On the rocks is where she came alive, 
Grass on her knees, smoke in her eyes.
Reborn as the sunrise.

Back to the trees and the secrets held
And the purpose of this pitiful discourse,
I’ve come to my one small request;
not the Master of your heart, at least,
let me be an occasional guest.

Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016

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Our Friend Rick

A gentle soul was our friend Rick,
Who never had a bone to pick
With anyone or anything,
His kindness worth admiring.

He loved the ocean and the bay
And fishing really made his day.
The time he spent on LBI
Imbued him with a natural high.

Both Brett and Evan knew they had
An extra-special loving dad
Who took great pride in all they’d do
(Which lately, too, included Woo).

Rick lived a most contented life
With Tracie, his devoted wife.
As high school sweethearts ‘til the end,
He knew on her he could depend.

Our get-togethers, through the years,
Were spent imbibing lots of beers
And sharing meals to help us rally
After every bowling alley.

How we’ll miss our loyal friend!
It’s hard for us to comprehend
That we’ll no longer see his face
Or get to feel his warm embrace.

But in our hearts, where mem’ries thrive,
Dear Rick is very much alive.
He’s smiling in the salty air
Of LBI – I see him there.

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016

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The Ladies of the Temple

Each Sunday you find them at every church at least one in every pew
The ladies of the temple where visits from God are few
They enter in dressed to the nines their flashy clothes are worn
And beneath each painted face you find a heart that’s cold and scorned
Make sure you never cross them for there is hell to pay
If the ladies of temple have a bone to pick your way

The stories that so many tell about problems that arise 
When revenge is sought and payments brought can offer ones demise
Don’t let their sweet words fool you for the meaning behind the voice
Will bring a victim to their knees in prayer before the Lord
I say this now to warn each one for I was once in twine
The curse brought down upon my head outweighed the great divine

To all out there who know too well heed the warning in these words
Please do not mess with ladies dressed to kill now you are warned
Each out for blood each out to hurt every living soul of man
I say this from a compassionate view take heed these words have said
For hell it hath no fury making Satan’s life look simple
A mistake I made when I failed to praise the ladies of the temple

Copyright © Joshua Vick | Year Posted 2010

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i am the lord your god & all that is wrong 
in the world has been spawned by a fallen angel of whom
i created so that he would tempt humankind into madness---
if you have a bone to pick, please pick it with him,
for that is his purpose,
a purpose which is an integral part of my overall plan,
a plan wherein you & you 
are still a vitally important character---
so keep on worshipping me
though you have never met me
keep on telling others about me
though you have never spoken to me
keep on condemning those that do not believe in me
though you have only read a book which others wrote about me
or burn in the place that i created to 
absolve myself any responsibility in this

i am the president of your country & all that is wrong in the world
comes from other countries that our country
will slowly but surely,
neutralize or eliminate---
the responsibility in this venture lies with those that
elected me
through a purely democratic, uncorrupted & free electoral process---
those who hold lesser positions under me
function at smaller levels but in a similar fashion
to perpetuate the systematic bureaucracy which my single face represents---
please report to them if you have a problem with the way things are
i’ll be at camp david if you need me.

i am the ceo of your company & all that is wrong with the world
has been produced by those that do not function as tightly 
knit as our own---
these other companies pay their workers much less than you are paid
(even though you have never worked at these other companies so you have no 
frame of reference) 
these other companies force their workers to undergo conditions that you cannot even
(even though your swear that you have read about bosses who treat their workers better
than you are currently being treated yourself)
this company makes profit for all of us &
(um, ok)
if you have any problems with your job or how you are being treated
then i can refer you to the proper person in 
human resources
who can certainly help you with your issues---
i assure you that the harder we work,
the happier the shareholders will be &
the more of our money we will be able to funnel through
wall street
so that we will generate revenue as a company 
in order to better all of our lives,
workers, supervisors & managers alike
so that each one of us can come closer every day to living that
american dream. 

Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011

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Keep Body and Soul Together

Ripped my eyes out and glued them to the back my head. Had to watch my mouth and back, for they were left for dead. I never had a shoulder to cry on, to comfort the stress. Alot is on my brain. But it won't let my tounge confess. My heart was pullin my leg when it said it loved my blood. So I cut my nose to spite my face, then threw it in mud. My lips held secrets. My index made it pinky promise, it wouldn't snitch. While my palms itched for a profit like Nostradamus. And destiny had a bone to pick with me. She never wanted opportunity to fall in my lap. But when it's time to ride, I just buckle like a kneecap. With this iron fist, I conquer and rule crowds. Sitting at my throne, I keep my head in the clouds. So, hand the world to me on a silver platter. I'll place my thoughts on the moon and show you mind over matter...

Copyright © Miles Patrick | Year Posted 2009

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Hair We Go Again

He woke up in the morn in the dog house
wondering why and what this was all about
his wife said I have a bone to pick with you
I warned you last night not to look at the view,

But he had not listened and the transformation had begun
becoming a very hairy son of a gun
howling and growling at the huge full moon
his wife yelling would you keep it down you crazy loon,

She told him he finally calmed down after she gave him a dog treat
and he became docile while she rubbed his belly and feet
grabbing a bone he ran outside on all fours to the dog house
where he preferred to sleep instead of on the couch,

She said to him you know this crazy thing happens during a full moon
but even so I still love you a bunch when you act like a crazy loon
so they made it work out for the both of them
each putting up with their monthly mood swings.


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017

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Death Over a Card Game

Would say sorry 
But I'm not
Yeah, drank too much
Whats new? Lost my touch

Game of queens got heated
Couldn't stay seated
Lost my hand, lost my money
It wasn't alright honey

Not that night

Dim lights,
Drunken fights
I had a bone to pick
Losing money makes me sick

Look, things were said
I know you're dead
But I wasn't in my senses not to shoot
But I cleaned myself, washed my suit

And washed the blood away

Would say I'm sorry
But I'm not
The power in me was glowing
And the adrenaline was flowing

Didn't mean to let the bullet fly
Not because you would die
But because I wasn't in my senses
But at least now, I can pay my expenses

Copyright © Princess Xia | Year Posted 2014

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"Retainers to a broken faith"(2/17/09)

 fitted to my palate, made to fit, just for me 
based on love to embraces me
told to keep you close and dear~
two (too) late my mother can hear~
she has a bone to pick with the youth of me
now in original position she makes a deal
just too see if what the doctor say is true blue
will my jaw slip and side and be debased~   
will in the todays to come, i will have a ugly face!


Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2009

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To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern:

I have a bone to pick with you
Don’t take this personal 
But its become a personal issue
I feel I can relate 
Because of all the things I’ve been through 

For awhile I’ve been noticing that our young people are straying 
Lost in a world where in schools they can no longer pray in
Where teachers make less 
Than those who are the cause of their addiction
Should we blame it on ourselves 
Or should we blame it on the system
Blame it on the parents 
Or blame the politicians 
While we’re pointing fingers
We’re losing focus and vision 

Society is falling cause no body is willing to stand up
Our young people struggling to see where they’re going
While searching for a reason to hold their heads up

Our elders are quick to judge from the jury’s seat
When guidance is the seed that’s missing from our society 
Sentence them to life
Before they had a chance to live
Take everything from them
Before they had a chance to give

Police can’t find the shooter 
Because people are afraid to be labeled a witness 
The difference is the problem 
And the problem is the difference 

Can’t you see the problems are starting in the schools 
By taking away the Bible 
You’re taking away the rules 
You’re taking away their foundation on which they’re to build a home

We tell them Jesus is the way
Yet we ourselves aren’t following him
We tell them the devil is the enemy 
Yet we’re the ones encouraging him 

Now I’m not criticizing 
And I don’t mean to judge 
But I’m sick of being a bystander 
Enough is enough 


Copyright © Durley Christian | Year Posted 2018

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My Own Worst Enemy

Standing here
Looking into the eyes of my own worst enemy with fear

Scared to move or even say anything
Because of what may be brought out of me by my own worst enemy

So here I am looking at this reflection
Wondering how did I get in this position

Thoughts and ideas race through my mind
As ways to get rid of I try to find

She tries to get settled and comfortable in my mind
But little does she know how far I'm ahead and she, behind

Her evilness I try to ignore
For her dirty tricks and evil pranks, she tries to pull more

She'll never get enough
Of breaking apart all the good qualities that I'm made of

I try and try to get her off my back
Because I refuse to keep a bad reputation and go out like that

With me, she has a bone to pick
But not for long because I refuse to be her next statistic

Copyright © Nicole Monae | Year Posted 2008

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Sugary Tea

I have a bone to pick with you
Mister !
What are you playing at ?
I asked for a cup of Tea
Not Coffee 
It has Sugar in it

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017

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Doberman Pinscher

Hey buddy, this pooch has got a bone to pick with you -
You’re in the doghouse and we need to talk this through.
So prick up your ears and hear me through to the end -
This language barrier needs some serious work, my friend!
You wonder why I sulk and have no time for tricks -
Well would you want to party if you’d had your manhood fixed?!
And then you tug my lead when I’m positioned by a tree-
Say, do I bring a stop watch every time you need a wee?
I bring your paper daily, wag my tail with affection
But do you thank me? No, you just rush to the sports section.
I don’t mean to hound you because I’m your biggest fan
But please don't take for granted your most faithful Doberman x


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Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018