Best Embarrassments Poems

If
By Byron Juno

If women MUST die
Then Atieno would die first
If children were to forage
Then Atieno's would forage forever
If women were to walk necked 
Then Atieno's would walk throughout the year
If women were to trade their honeypot
Then Atieno's would donate hers
If women were after money not
Then...

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Thirty-four years of fist fights and screaming fits;
 threats of killing, suicide; public embarrassments.
In front of my husband and son they crossed a line.
What I gave them was a piece of my mind.

"I am done with this." "We should part ways." I said,
"Before someone ends...

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Broken dreams don't die, they just bleed 
They cry out for somebody to believe , believe me everybody cries even me 

Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignored. 
Do they turn into nightmares in a rage 
Or do they simply fade...

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I promise I'll give up,
Not today though
Not when I've left you in a state of confusion and pain.

I promise I'll leave,
Only if you promise to be ok
But I don't trust you, cause you know how to mask the hurt so well.

I can't promise to solve...

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(Author's note: It has come to my attention that the U.K. has decided to eliminate Holocaust 
education from its curricula, on the grounds it may "offend" some groups)

So, for fear it may offend,
The truth is to be turned without the door
Beggared for its embarrassments,
By force...

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I have tears that I have not shed, pain that I have not felt and memories that I anticipate, 
will haunt me in my slumber.  From the neck up, I am paralyzed comprehending nothing 
only seeing gray images that stare through me.  Facing...

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I loved you -
I hate you!
And now I can’t wait to
See you fall from grace - like the stupid fool that you are -
(Right on cue)
That perfect mouth
I once kissed
Now just looks slack
And I’m pissed
That others even listen
To the phoney nonsense you spew!
Those big muscled...

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When the pitcher of that little girl broke
And the nectar-like water she’d carried from far shed;
Some smiled; some laughed; some scolded her carelessness,
Some walked on their way as its normal happening;
It’s the poor neighbor boy, who was carrying two of such, 
Gave her one; erased...

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Who the hell is Etty Ket
To keep interfering in my life?
I keep hearing its not Etty Ket
From my very soon to be wife.
I bet she was a Victorian
With a long pointy nose
Red flanellette bloomers
And long stripey hose.
One of those very worthies
Who, year after year
Just couldn't...

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No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began; 
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.

Apart from once in fifty-nine
For reasons lost in time;
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
And The Chattahoochee Crocs
Have squared off in heated competition 
every year.

The rules; written on...

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I am safe when you are near, 
like a baby nestled in his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping,
speak without stammering,
my embarrassments fade  
in the glow of your smile.

There is no pretense.
I need no safety net; 
your closeness brings 
a feeling of well-being.

Dancing with...

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I’d put on the gray drab uniform,
catch the yellow bus, while
other villagers made a pilgrimage
to Violet Avenue Elementary School,
and us parochials would be driven
to the now closed St. Peters.

This is where I first knelt, steepled hands,
had a sense of the transcendent,
always a good Catholic girl.

I...

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There was a time when I was so real
I would speak my heart out with everyone
People would normalise my embarrassments
and say, "Kiddo, that's pretty common".

There was a time when I was so real
I would never hold my tears after feeling hurtful
I would refuse to talk...

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Battalion column coup de grace;
It’s what was planned, but didn’t work that way.
We’ve bled all our embarrassments
At bayonet point and now must cede the day.
God damn the blasted cavalry;
They’ve left this muddy field a bloody pool.
All hell for the artillery;
I’d like to face one gunner...

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Beneath the frozen dome of a late December, I learned with melancholy
That those who gave me wings are not the titans I summoned in my childhood dreams,
But two earthlings, stirring my dreams into an aura, breathing whims of ice and smoke into the cauldron of...

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