Best Fed Up Poems
Once a felon always a felon, right?
Once an addict always an addict, right?
At least an addict can make the choice to leave their drug of choice alone, turn their lives around and make something of themselves
Three strikes you’re out?
PSSSH! More like one!
What type of living can one with the label of a felon make?
Is it at all possible for them to become doctors, lawyers, a fighter of crime?
Their only destiny is to live the life of a partner in crime
The laws don’t allow the growth of someone with a prison record
There is no window period after doing time to show themselves and society that they’ve had some sort of revelation and choose to change
The law IS a partner in crime
The law perpetuates the mindset of a criminal
You may judge somebody that is “bout that life” but what other choices do they have other than
To rob someone of their life or wealth in an attempt to evade a life with no security or food.
Day by day, hour by hour these people live because they’ve been denied the opportunity of self-improvement
Oh, so it’s unfair for them to rob others for what they have?
THEY have been robbed
The LAW is unfair!
How can you tell them robbery is not okay when the very law has robbed these people?
So should they just commit suicide and allow those who haven’t yet made the mistake of becoming a felon to suffice?
You may look down on the recurrent inmates asking,
“Why haven’t they learned”?
“How dumb could they be to make the same mistakes that have landed them in prison”?
Going to jail or prison may not be the objective of their act but at least in prison there is a place to lay their heads and food to eat!
This is ridiculous!
I never go unshaven
My hair is well kempt
And I have a shower everyday
I always dress smart
Ad look the part
But still
I never catch a girls eye
No matter how I try.
So why do I see scruffy slobish men
Out with pretty women
Everywhere I go
If I'm doing something wrong
Can someone please let me know.
For it seems the scruffier you are
The more desirable you may be
I don't like to judge anyone
But why does no one want me.
I'm told women like bad boys
I'm no angel but not bad
Im not going to change for anyone
But it makes me really sad.
I'm just a desirable toy for their amusement
They discard when they have had enough
While I just want to settle down
But don't feel good enough.
Love and romance seem a thing of the past
For me
Im getting older
And I feel time is running out fast.
I exist and do not live
Biu still have so much to give.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. Oct.
Congress claims Donald Trump is psychotic
Yet we all must remain patriotic
To work everyday
Without any pay
Makes my landlord and grocer neurotic!
I’m fed up with this nasty life
Which is just a series of sorrows,
Which has no happy yesterdays
And no hopeful morrows.
There’s cure for a man who gets
Injured with swords or arrows,
But nothing can cure the poor man
Who falls victim to your eye’s arrows!
For, sharper are the arrows of your eyes
N’ matchless are the bows of your brows!
Your hair puts clouds to shame!
Your lips beat the rose!
Your smile is quite a lightning!
Your face like moon glows!
You say you'll bless me tomorrow.
My dear! Never come tomorrows!
My heart is so much grief-stricken
That I only know or God knows.
Though sometimes I’m seen smiling
And some times my face glows,
But the tide of tears that keeps
Rising in my heart, none knows!
May God grant that it never happens
That two lovers ever turn onto foes!!!
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
My whole life I
have doubted
myself
You were the one
who thought you were
better than I
You took loved
ones and precious
things that were not
yours to keep
I have been passed on
for opportunities
because of you
You seek to destroy
me because of the
truth you are not
willing to face
you seek to destroy me
you even have a time and
selected place
All these accolades
and beatitudes you
build up for
yourself
The Ivory tower
you yet to build
that is a testament to
your jealousy and hatred
of me
Your yearnings to
accomplish a goal
to have more favor and
talent than I
but loose your soul
You live through
your children's
success
but have none of
your own
Diamond cut, princess
Waits, no more, for you, replied
Her middle finger
you give them love... they run away.
give them time...then you're replaced.
say something...they'll take it the wrong way.
you get fed up with it fast,
you wonder how long you'll last.
It's almost not worth it,
you kinda want it to end,
but there are some things
you don't want to lose from that friend...
unique things that can't be found
in anyone else.
then for once you think of yourself...
why spend forever walking on eggshells,
saying just the right things,
when you have people that will love you
Absolutely, no matter what....
and they really show that.
just when you think you'll be cast aside,
the split second you start to regret saying it,
they spread their wings and take you in.
yes, they are angels....
they are the ones that will always be with you,
the ones that aren't prejudice.
they respect your opinions and your love
and will do so NO MATTER WHAT.
they won't only say that,
they will show it too...
and if they are really worth your life and time,
you will never doubt it.
That is what you should hold on to.
So, I say goodbye to those
I can't seem to appease...
I am tired of trying so hard to be just right.
I have others that I can just be around
who wont care if I'm black, unchristian or gay.
they love me just the way I am,
each and every day.
I am sorry for your loss,
But I need to move on.
I'm tired of giving so much
and then getting stepped upon.
If I'm that important, maybe you will learn...
unless you are more open minded
you'll have trouble in this world.
so, enjoy your little fake tea parties,
with your little fake friends.
I have bigger fish to fry
And much more help to lend.
The rainy season arrives
Today we have a gloomy and surly weather
It makes me feel heavy and depressed
Spaced out
Fed up
Finally retreat to a confinement
To avoid being wet out
The bustle and hustle of the outside
Being blocked out
An inner self is left
I feel somewhat alone and lost
Am l really alone
Of course not
I then think of my loved ones
I then think of God
Who is ever ready to attend to us
Fed Up With My Poems
You either are a beautiful girl or a brilliant boy
Who I hope all of my poems thoroughly enjoy,
And again and again have heard it often said
Up with all of my pathetic poems they are fed.
Jim Horn
All Fed Up
Am truly fed up,
With all of this Meals On Wheels stuff;
Sad and pathetic.
How many more people is Trump
going to take advantage of until
enough is enough.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I'd like to go out
on a Saturday night
not having to doubt
we'll make it home alright
I wanna go to the corner market
and not get knocked over by
the jackass who just robbed it
for some smokes he couldn't buy
but at the very least...
I wanna stroll down a sidewalk
where there is no dog poop!
so, let's have a little talk
quit being lazy, for God's sake, SCOOP!
Gasping fed up ness
Next door plums of smoke engulf the air,
I can't breath, I cannot breath, I can not breath, gasp.
My lungs relinquish wearily to filthy, dirty, unhealthy plums of rude air.
It's not free? Gasp, gasp.
Why complain? but I do
A stare; no care, unfair.
I flee for outside air, gasp, gasp, better now.
So I pay rent to share second hand smoke,
beyond frustrated,
Beyond despair.
I'm fed up with complaining to other smokers. Fed up.
Freedom from air pollutants is a run I don't want. Fed up, fed up.
Sprint to my car while my neighbour goes on puffing & exhaling &
damaging the air.
Battle weary I am.
I am fed up.
Really fed up.
Fed up
I appreciate your time.
Their marriage has to be dissolved,
Nothing again to be resolved,
Twelve good years and problems unsolved,
Their priest had her of guilt absolved,
Mark who had thrice their problem solved,
Three is Lord God's Holy Number,
No case against her being sombre,
She'll stay right through the Judge's Gavel,
And then to Great Britain travel...
Joan: The Fed up with her Marriage,
Not planning to find the courage.
This isn't new, it's just the rain
the same old storm,
the same terrain
Same torrents drown me out again
but you'll not pull me under, just yet
You twist my trusting weathervane,
'til cold feels warm
and you seem sane,
then hit me with a hurricane
but tonight, I'm not going to get wet
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Date: 08/14/2020
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