Best Fuss Poems
Valentine's day is coming soon
why the big fuss?
Don't you love me today just as
much as you did yesterday?
If you don’t please let me know,
don't pretend or put on a show.
Oh how I love you so,
there's not enough seconds, minutes
and hours in a day to display my love.
I loved you the moment I met you.
You may find that hard to believe,
But I waited my whole life for you.
You are my best friend and confidant
But most of all you are my soulmate.
Valentine’s Day is just another day,
however my love for you is every day.
2-3-18
Alexis Y
Haiku
That evil Sunday
A downpour of sadness from the sky
We went separate ways
Limerick
The bright Friday of thirteen
I married him in my teen
And in twenties decided to part
For he drank like a silly wart
This saved some damage to my spleen
Couplet
Marriage is the name of a see-saw
And divorce is its major flaw
Too Much Fuss Over a Baby
By Elton Camp
The royal cervix will open wide
Out a prince or princess will slide
Red, wrinkled, ugly as hell
Nobody dares the truth tell
The royal vernix on royal skin
A messy way for life to begin
Gender may be hard to determine
If it’s born wearing royal ermine
With a royal frown on its face
To minister, servants will race
With its royal fate decreed,
It’s what the British need
Another economic parasite
To add to the royal blight
Everyone knows that a turd is a turd... is a turd ...is a turd; untill someone slaps a high price tag on it, and then they'll find reasons to like its distinctive smell.
Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss—
Of Us and the rest all called Versus,
Apart like North-South poles,
No diamonds, both black coals,
Both missing: caught are they in same bus.
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Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization: nationalists Vs anti-nationals, patriots and not, making up a year of extremes that achieved little. Both the Houses lost over 80% of business time. It seems people on Earth no more feels they are in the same bus, a break-less bus called Earth hurtling down the precipice.
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Happenings | 02.01.17 |
As women we can be our worst critics. We can be much too hard on ourselves, even harder than the weight we have to lose.
I’m talking about looking in the mirror and scowling at yourself, or calling yourself a degrading name, because you don't yet like what you see.
Well .. it's self abuse and an indication of being or becoming depressed. This little poem is just saying lighten up. Take one day at a time. Be kind er... be patient with yourself. See yourself the way God sees you... with compassion, while staying on course with your weight loss goals, allow the greatest part of your accountability to be based upon His love. Make shorter, attainable goals that can be quickly achieved... Don't procrastinate, write things down... Note or journal everything. And remember, don’t get abusive, obsessed, or depressed... Just exchange faithfulness to yourself with faithfulness to your Father God. You're going to get there. He'll
show you the way.
WHAT'S THE FUSS
What's the fuss? Why the disgust?
Look at the progress you’ve made.
Not just losing pounds,
Lift your face from the ground.
You’re worth more than the price you have paid.
Just take off that silly frown, glimpsing
down at your gown, it's been ages since
highschool, or the walked the aisle.
It may be your wedding anniversary,
maybe even a nursery,
and your curves have changed having a child.
What's all the fuss? Cry if you must,
let it out but at least smile for how
far you've come,
A new day is here, you’re more
precious my dear,
You're still “you” when it's all said and done.
Keep that outfit, the size 10. Lift up your
sweet chin,
and in case you desire being smaller than that,
Keep your eye on your goal,
you'll soon fit in your mold,
Love God loving you right where you're AT!
Fifty gallons of coal black tar
Sat on the open roof truss.
The boss told Tom to put it away,
But Tom thought,"what's the fuss."
Then a north wind blew from across the lake,
And the bucket of tar began to shake.
It seems that Tom had made a big mistake.
It would be the last that Tom would make.
Tom walked under the open roof truss.
He was going home for the day.
But it seems for this mistake he made,
Tom would have to pay.
It hit Tom on the head, so now Tom's dead.
He's laying on the floor.
Perhaps if Tom had made a fuss.
He might have made the door.
Do I know what all the fuss is about?
When their long legs pass by in a flurry
Languid some just slump and often passed out
The smell of urine drenches their worry
Look gazing eyes that pass me by, woo hoo!
She’s perky! I really want to pursue!
Grr! She’s gone; they must have turned down that way
But my lady’s going elsewhere today
My lady’s smart, clicks her way down the street
And I accompany her at her feet!
She calls me Fluffy, a name I despise
Typical for a Poodle, no surprise!
She picks me up and then kisses my snout
“Oooh, peaches what is all the fuss about?”
An Olympics Committee official said
"Women talk too much in meetings"
His resignation is being loudly demanded
Were a woman to say the same about men
~ She might even be reprimanded
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
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We’re like black and white, forever disparate.
While I look to the right, you search the left side.
Though we’re so opposite, I see your merit.
When I’ve been confused, you’ve often clarified.
What seems like love and hate, could be crazy fate.
You’re outspoken while I’m totally tongue-tied.
At times, we’re night and day, which can complicate.
Still, our hearts are linked by our feelings like love.
Our dreams bring so much wonder to captivate.
Our bond was surely started by God above.
Only He knew what this union would teach us.
Though unalike, our two hearts fit like a glove.
Some think this relationship is treasonous.
I still believe love is meant to make a fuss.
Apparently when I snore, I snore quite loudly
It scares the hell out of my passengers in my Audi
What's all the fuss
Didn't I miss the bus
Stop screaming, you're being way too rowdy
Such a Fuss
By Franklin Price
12/13/2016
Such a fuss
To write something humorous
Makes me fuss and cuss
It seemed like my blind date was dim
As my pronouns are "he" and "him"
With 1 prick 4 play
How can I be "they"?
Unless I missed a sin o Nym?
As their anger built and they lost control,
It was like something evil had possessed their soul.
The words they said burned like fire,
Seeking to hurt the other was their main desire.
It didn’t matter who or what started the fight,
The ole devil had you this very night.
He set the stage, he set you up,
As you both spew his venom as you sip from his cup.
Once it gets started it’s so very hard to stop,
Hate breeds hate such an unrewarding and pain filled crop.
As you reach the point of no return,
The devil will laugh as you feel his burn.
He wants your soul that’s his only goal,
One marriage gone to hell another success story for him another mark on his
pole.
If you want your marriage to stay good and strong,
Give the devil a kick in the pants and send him back to where he belongs.
And over all the best advice I can give,
Seek the Lord and follow Him in your daily life and the way you live.
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”