Best Fret Poems
Life would be a whole lot better
If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
Why is everyone upset?
I sink down in regret
I think of all the debt
We owe cuz of our sins..
Tossed down in trash bins
I am a dolphin without fins
I am down and about
I will rise above the doubt
There is an in, so there’s a way out
There is positivity to look forward to
I will try to be good to myself too
Holding on till the break of dawn times two
Delight will douse us with sweet dreams
We are swiftly tearing apart at the seams
he oceans of our miserable mindset
Burn the cowardice feelings and be brave instead of upset with regret
Why must we feel so much worthless fret?
We need some sort of optimistic outlet
The sweat of our lives is worth it I bet
Why are you and I not getting along?
Did I do you wrong? When will I belong?
Life is temporary like a typical pop song
We owe our praise to God Most High
Can’t deny the lies that make us cry
Replace it with truths and begin to fly
Can’t deny - we fret so much like a kid with an aching tooth
I long for spiritual touch and His truth
I miss the days of old in our youth
The famous guitarist Segovia
Was able to strum high and lowvya
With acclaim; so he did
Till his death in Madrid—
And his records continue to moveya.
July 18, 2019
Fret Not, I won't take thy places
For thou art my guide through life's various phases.
I may be growing in lyrical might but Nay!
I cannot take thy influences away.
You blessed me upon my birth,
And in Thy waters of lyrics I took my bath.
Fret Not Ye Muses that strengthen my pen,
So roars the lion from his den.
There's no need to worry, there's no need to fret
I'm certainly not ready to throw in the towel yet
Lots a living still to do
With the help you crew
I'm never without friends, I'm forever in your debt
© Jack Ellison 2015
After Forgetting To Fret
Ego is like a flying egret
Foolish and he found regret
Showed off his big wings
Ego to him sadness brings
Run over after forgetting to fret.
Jim Horn
Your wrongful sins – your mind can’t wrap itself around it…it still denies
As my racing thoughts keeps asking those ridiculous why's
I tried my hardest to protect you from your own mistakes…leave the past behind you
(hit the brakes)
Don't let me go, please...I know our time is almost up
Don't cut me off...don't rage wars in your mind...suicidal fatality fills your mind with plastic relief...
It will bring grief upon us...so, don't say those words...
Tell me one thing before you go away forever leavving me in grief
I'm hanging on the branches...tomorrow is way too far away...let's embrace our young spirits
Like dying angels we fly away apart like birds
YOU shattered me with thoughtless words...the beat of your heart...is thumping so absurd...releasing herds (of distress and stress and pushing me back in my emotional mess)
You once was my hearts dearest
You're so far...yesterday's tomorrow shines on like a star...
Dream on wherever you are
You once had my mind and heart at it's very clearest
Nightmares will fad
fade*
and something else will be at ease and heal - that scar...
You pushed me so very far
Right now, let's do what we should've started long ago
Give me a scar that I can show
We got right now...we're running out of time...go with the flow...of the blessed breeze...and be marinated in the sun's glow
To remind me to save myself from what I thought was bliss before we both must go
There's no use of crying nor is there any excuses for lying
I grieved you as I watched you slit your wrists - painted red with shameful lusts...and I cried...cried...cried...
For my loving heart and caring ways are all slowly fading and dying
A R i v e r
Sick of pretending that I have the ability to keep on flying
But I must keep on trying
Save me
Believe in me
Reflect on me
Pain hurt and disloyalty to me you only deliver
You smoked me out like a cigarette
The moment I said yes, I submitted to pleasure, then regret
From your corrupting ways I felt I still fret
Jack
Jack doesn't dance. Jack doesn't sing.
Retired, Jack does hardly anything.
Jack is reliable. Jack wears black socks.
To speak bluntly, Jack is well boxed.
He lives in one, watches another.
Has one inside to match the others.
Jack gripes, Jack frets, Jack has strong views.
He pays close attention to the News!
The box inside has clippings, documents
that support Jack's arguments.
Jack's sky is only 9 feet tall.
Horizon? Jack has none at all.
But what of Jill, so like a flower in bloom?
Jack didn't notice when she left the room.
trust God; never fret*
clear precept shouts from wall frame...
yet, stress-angst reigns
*Psalm 37:7 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not...
March 18, 2019
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
Fret and frenzy,
dwell no more with me.
Peace and patience,
my companions be.
(copyright 10/30/15)
The day has drowned but not like the day we met...
The day we fought and to the day I fret..
Call upon me all thy mercies...
Our days together gonna seize...!!
I lost the skill to forge my agony..
Carve out impressive prosody...
Everything was for you dear..
Did it ever seem so mere..?
I liked the way you sped...
Closer to my heart you tread..
The days of peace I entice...
When again will such a sun rise...
This moment fills me with doubt...
and still eats my heart out..!!
I brood over the paths we went through..
I cherish on how our friendship grew.
Now that you threw me aside...
Even if I have, to hell on tried..
Now that you part away from me..
I won't stop you from your glee..
but you'll...
Have me broken...
Have me stricken...!!
Don't fret if the ice caps start to melt,
And the waters start to rise.
There are plenty of man-made mountains about
Should the need arise,
For something to cling to while on your cell phone you try to dial out.
There are mountains of rust and mountains of dust,
Mountains of Bills and mountains of pills.
There are mountains of movies and mountains of smoothies,
Mountains of soap and mountains of dope.
There are mountains of tyres and mountains of liars,
Mountains of seed and mountains of greed.
There are mountains of books and mountains of hooks,
Mountains waste and mountains of paste.
There are mountains of gear and mountains of fear,
Mountains of salt and mountains of debt.
There are mountains of sugar and mountains of tar,
Mountains of butter and mountains of clutter.
There are mountains of words and mountains of swords,
Mountains of fruits and mountains of suits.
There are mountains of laws and mountains of doors,
Mountains of rope and mountains of hope.
Though it is the mountain of ingenuity that gives us the best security.
For if all else fails rockets will prevail,
To take us all, along with our man-made mountains,
And anything else we Fancy,
To the far reaches of the galaxy
Along with Donald and Ronald McDonald.
Disappointed Devil - Hood Das Fume And Fret
'Curse darned demon
of that thar
underworld nudged me abet
as a permanent solution
to a temporary problem
i.e. principally no money
and rising debt
not for a long time didst
I feel so distressed didst,
where no amount of
optimism could get
back joie de vivre ebullient elan,
that oft times fines me jet
ting hither and yon, to and fro,
until spent energy met
fatigue, whence sand
man gave his pet
tickle yore sleep inducing
sprinkling granular set
tat heave, albeit
non off fence sieve tet
deep slumber didst
hone like a whet
stone, less drastic alternative versus
welcoming grim reaper, yet
eventually, aye reckon
this human machine
moost give up the ghost
boot not now,
cuz this moment hike ken boast...,
an immediate diminution
of anguish, viz unlike as told
yesterday, the monthly doled
social security automatic direct
electronic deposit extolled
joyus relief, viz checking account
death rattle didst sense a gold
din shimmer and em bold
qua slight monetary profusion
lowering destitution,
asper dearth of monies
allowing ease to un fold,
which severe dire straits rolled
forward respite
with money for nothing
oppressive full (rick kitty)
full Nelson neck
i.e. near choke hold
rejuvenated brittle psyche mold
during self feeling auld
also attendant temp
purred critical pull
away woe decreased yielding
(all "talk" and no action),
following thru with desperate,
sans destructive (irreversible)
actions unable to hold,
metaphorical tiger of despair
by the figurative tail,
where soul of mine
almost got "sold"
for a pittance (NOT penitence)
to the Prada devil
(or similar facsimile thereof)
rational self didst scold
spewing idle "FAKE"
hollw we ning suicidal threats,
not necessarily bold
cuz, this scribe did not write
his last (nor first,
second, third...) will
and testament before death,
would hove found
me stiff and cold.
Written for the contest: Alliteration Nursery rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: 11/6/2024 12:00:00 AM
Placement: 1st
For friends and folks of foolish forests' frogs!
Darkness deals with your dusty dirty wares,
Shadows shine, shimmering in sheering sears,
Stars twinkle topmost on the tossing trees,
To crisply cuddle the blistering breeze.
Fearless forests friends forbid foolish spies,
Listen long, lively laughter lifts no lies,
Even evenings eager to call you fools,
And shame the sour scents of your playing pools.
Ban any boot of blame from your long legs,
Many mysterious mouths mock your eggs,
Hidden hearts hum horrible haunting hymns,
While their fears for you fret on fragile limbs.
Godly ghosts guests fought fetish friends and folks,
Fresh fears then froze your frantic frenzy croaks,
Marring you from making mendacious cry,
While waiting where the worst will walk you by.