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Grouchy is a grubby feeling,
with the nasty taste of blah;
makes you out of sorts with living,
the opposite of hurrah.
You don’t like anything
you used to really love;
instead of giving kisses
you would rather pinch or shove.
You are bored to tears;
your toys - worn out and old;
you sit before your breakfast
until the eggs are cold.
No one can please you,
not even mom or dad;
and if you are not careful,
you’re in your room for being bad!
Some people say, “You got up
on the wrong side of the bed;”
maybe you should get back in,
crawl out the other side instead.
What makes you feel so out of sorts?
You think you just might cry
and mommy says she’s sure you ate
a slice of gritty grumble pie.
We all have days that go kerplunk;
we do some things we shouldn’t do,
but it will soon get better;
pull your feet out of grouch goo.
Just put a smile on that sweet face
and tell the grump to go away;
the sun is up and life is good,
get busy, go outside and play!
© September 18, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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Why is it that when, you want to write a verse
that your mind is really blank, you're thinking with a curse
I'm really bored, yes bored to tears, and would like to say
I wish that I could find the words or even write a play
Where are the words that normally, just pop into my head
and when a verse just pops up from something someone said
I really can't understand where those words can be
one can usually close one's eyes and there's the words to see
Oh, I'll have to give it up, for nothings coming right
I'll go to bed, and then they're there right within my sight
but dam and blast It's typical but it is very true
as soon as you close your eyes the words come right to you
Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2008
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Some rich men are bored to tears
with visiting racketeers.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
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In the spring, the crows sit in the tall pines
Capitalizing on the field of newly planted corn.
Farmer dreams of corn on the cob which he will dine
Caw, caw the lookout calls to his mates to forewarn
As crows go down rows, gleaning the kernels
Dreaming their only competition is from the farmer
But up high is a nest of pesky, frisky squirrels
On the ground also those armadillos with armour
As the farmer sees his profits go into the crows,
His temper flairs to beyond recovery.
Farmer sits in garden reading aloud prose
Bored to tears, the crows a great book discovery
"Selected Poems" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
With it drove farmer away in chorus sang, "Yea"..
Sonnet:Sort of
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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The last time
I wade through halls of tripe
This heartless art gallery
Devoid of soul, library-like
Bored to tears
By banal instillations
Government grants for Oliver
And his pretencious statements
Can you relate to Poncey paragraphs
Contradicting soundbites
Vague, searching for meaning
Nothing but wine glass
Unmoved by it
Psuedo-intellectual
Passionless art by emotionless twits
I'm going outside to be inspired
I've seen more soul in celery sticks
Copyright © Johndinsky Official | Year Posted 2016
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Head hanging off couch waiting to be fed
Things take on new perspective looking up
'Twas noon bored to tears just lying in bed
Had to have some coke and ice in my big cup
Coke and chips are good to give me the strength
They are always here even though wish were
Not, they will be gone away at some length
Character traits say we can depend on her
Recycled teen can now visit friend
Get to station_for heard in distance train
Recycled teen now has fun is that plain
First of life was hard_life is better at the end
Enjoying golden years_no more inbetween
Mother and daddy can't now my friends screen
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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A moment in the island of activity and solitude
Where you have no choice but to stay a time
And then go back home and back again
Now worsened by the labourers strife
That bred the supervisors inactivity
And souls bored to tears
Suddenly a moment beside the gentle presence of loveliness
Probably feeling the same as me
A presence that has lasted for just only awhile
With delight and joy in its trail
A moment of respite that leaves us in grief
Copyright © Charles Nwokoye | Year Posted 2012
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Syria
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to their
short future that holds no promise of peace.
Beside me a box shaped as a heart I knew it was a hand
grenade about to explode, soldiers came the grenade was
defused. They carried me in chair to the ocean´s strand.
High tide came I was free to join the dolphins, I had tried
life ashore it was fun for some time, but I always longed to
join my tribe, where I need no speak and just be.
We swim between the Azores and the coast of Portugal and
I`m bored to tears, which happens those who have grown out
of their old culture, but nevertheless I falsely warn dolphins
not to leave the sea, be tempted by the dry land´s pearls made
of tears spilt by us who will never get home, kitschy neon light
and New Orleans´ jazz like it sounded in 1964.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014
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Alcoholsim...The Silent Killer
When I have a problem...you are always there
I don’t have to wait...you always care
I can cry into the bottle and tell you everything
Who would ever have thought of all the trouble you’d bring
You make me feel better than anything else ever could
People try to get me...but I am totally misunderstood
All I want is to feel good every second of every day
Why do you make me feel so good and then make me pay?
I can’t get away from all of the damage create
It doesn’t matter what you do...I always take the bait
I would live and die for you and that’s my reality
When I have you inside me I am carefree
I feel no pain inside or out
You were always the answer...I never had doubts
Until you started getting me into trouble and letting demons in
I tried to fight you but just couldn’t win
I lost everything in my life because of you
I should have told you then that we were through
But I hung on and gave you more of my life
You made me stare longingly at the blade of my knife
On much more than one occasion
I have to come to a conclusion and make a decision
I either have to give my life for you or let you go
What should I do? I honestly don’t know.
How can I make it without my only longtime friend
I thought we’d be together in the end
I thought I’d drink myself to death and go on to better things
You give me power...you give me wings
I’ve tried to make it without you before and was bored to tears
You take away all of my pain and my fears
You ease every fowl feeling that comes over me
Why do you hurt me so bad in the end...why can’t you just let me be
You are my very best friend...that much is true
I would have given my life for you
I can’t leave you alone and being without you would kill me
Please let me go...Let me be free
I am going to die if you keep hanging on to my soul
I already know that destroying my life is your goal
You come from demons...you’re coursing through my veins
You live inside me...I’ve got to take the reigns
I can’t let you kill me...I need to be with Mondo
You have to let me break free...You have to let me go
I can’t live without my fallen angel and he means more to me than you
For him...there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
It is going to be a struggle...the biggest fight of my life
I’ve got to let you go and become his wife
This is going to be a fight to the death...I already know
One of the two of us has got to go
Either you are me...we’ll find out who wins
You have made me commit too many sins
I can’t even look myself in the mirror
I’m confused most of the time but I am seeing you clearer
You are poison to my soul
I guess, from the beginning, that was your goal
To poison me and end my life
You want to take me out with a butcher knife
Or maybe you’ll use some pills
You have to stop...you’re giving me chills
I think about the damage you could do to me
I have to get away...I have to be free
If I keep following you...I’ll wind up in prison
I have a lot to think on...I have to make a decision
Alcohol...you are my Silent Killer
You are insane and your bite is a chiller
Let me go you insane friend of mine
I have to give up the hard liquor, the beer and the wine
It is going to hurt me to say goodbye
I think I’ll cry...I think I’ll die
I don’t want to let you go
You’ve been my lifeline...this you have to know
However, Mondo is light shining into my soul
Killing me is not his goal
No that goal is yours and you are evil and unreal
You wanted me to do really bad ****...even kill
You are going against my will
You have to leave...you know the deal
Take your fictional fun times and shove them up your ***
You want to kill me...I think I’ll pass
Copyright © Angela Freeman | Year Posted 2017
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He worked alone in cold, intensely black
peat water. Had to feel his way. Laid down
one hundred thousand concrete blocks, around
a million bricks, and carried on his back
uncounted thousands of the concrete bags
which shored the Minster up. Six endless years
he toiled in tedium. If bored to tears,
he never said so. And if he hit snags,
he overcame them on his own. Such men –
not loud, not proud, not looking for reward –
are just the type we really should applaud.
Perhaps there were more William Walkers then:
clear-eyed, unfussy, knowing what to do,
and quietly disposed to see it through.
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017