Best Head Ache Poems
Cock-a-doodle-do,the sun is shining through,
Light appears in the sky,darkness turns to blue,
Sneakers or shoe,what do you think my boo,
Left my umbrella at home,rain soaked my shoe,
Achoo-acho-acho,now I have the flu,
Head-ache and cold,seems I caught them too,
My muscles are aching,shivering right through,
Hate taking tablets,a cup of herbal tea will do,
Ahhh-ya-yi,kicked the wall,my God what a blow,
Wobbling to the bathroom,now I broke my toe,
Sitting in the doctors' coach, perched like a crow,
Darn plaster polish,messing up my flow,
She loves me,she loves me not,what will this flower choose,
Came home early,sick,battered and bruised,
Heard basket ball on the t.v,my boo only watches news,
Burst into the bedroom,to see her hugging another dude,
Bye,bye,bye,pack your things and go away,
I gave you my all,why,why did you stray,
Woke up this morning,energetic and gay,
One thing for certain,today wasn't my day...
Babies these days are moving hard,
Brains loaded like a memory card,
Jamaican babies or the ones abroad,
Can't let them out of your sight,head-ache,Dear Lord,
Careful what you do,think they didn't catch it,
Start watching them or you are gonna live to regret it,
Children Hospital is full,I can bet it,
Long,long lines,baby mother has to sweat it,
Jump down the stairs,try pulling the plug,
Pull down the iron-board,reaching for the hot mug,
Search your dirty sneakers and mess up the rug,
And if you ever hit them,they start to carry a grudge,
Don't feed me,I want to feed myself,
I can hold the spoon,don't need your help,
One year old,big woman,big man,
And from they start to walk,push away your hand,
Want to do their own thing,like they set the plans,
Worst if down by the kinder garden,they have their own gang,
'Waa waa,gugu gaga boo boo',baby talking to a next baby,
Translated by Google,'just cry,they were made to serve us',
So we will always be on stand-by,for our little baby genius...
For all the love
Good care and affection
That you've given me
For all the tender pain
You've been through
When you carried me
When you were pregnant
For all your passion and tolerance
With me when I was a head ache
For all the things you've done
And still doing for me
What will I do without you?
You were there since the day I was born
You know me better than anyone
This is the reason why I am so proud
To called you 'MUM'
Your love is more expensive
Than gold, money and diamond
And more than anything in this world
Without you
There is no love
There is no life
What you've tought me
Is a guidance through the journey my life
I don't know how to finish
To repay you for everything
I love you and I admire you so much
I don't want to lose you
Because you are my richest
My love and my passion
I love you so much...
...MOTHER!
And I don't see why you don't deserve
The best wishes...
...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Three celestial bodies 'tis a crowd.
A trinity, a tussle kerfuffle if you please!
The 'three body problem' in space
made Sir Isaac Newton's head ache.
He couldn't sleep at night.
For its easy to see how two bodies interact.
They're a couple
Adding the third one
makes a terrible three, a triad triumvirate.
No one can predict how they will interact
with each other.
Can three tango?
Can you ever really know what
the other one is doing while
you are watching the other one at the time?
It's sneaky what the un-watched
can do behind your back,
in the corner of your eye!
For when three converge,
each longing for an equal share,
on the stage, under the bright lights,
all sense of unity fades into a fractured affair
and a terrible selfish chaotic fight.
But nevertheless, despite all this,
a threesome can be kinky!
Oh my math! Oh my math!
You are a head ache or clear cache,
I don’t understand you till I solve,
Is it a part of my problem solve?
Oh dear math! Oh dear math!
Please be simple, don’t be so tough,
You want me to practice, doing some rough?
It’s so hard, I want to give up!
Oh toughest math! Oh toughest math!
Whenever I solve algebra,
I never take it as easy to see zebra,
Whenever I solve integers,
I always think about strangers,
Whenever I solve linear equations,
There stands a line of questions!
Oh annoying math! Oh annoying math!
Whenever there is a doubt,
I tell my teacher to sort it out,
Always one answer on the tip of her tongue,
Practice, practice and practice ample,
You becoming a mathematician, will become simple!
Oh simple math! Oh simple math!
Solving maths is full of fun,
Maths is nowhere tough, no need of rough,
It’s never so hard to give up!
The Jumpers Story/ poem
The Jumpers came - we don't know if they will stay.
What are the jumpers, you might say? We all know
that people that jump from high places are called
jumpers. Also anybody that jumps would be called
jumpers too.
To all of you that don't know ( Jumpers ) are a type
of Tennis shoes.. they were designed by a young
woman from Argentina and were exibit in an Art
Festival. They were designed, especially for immigrants,
that cross, or jump over into the United States.
These shoes were designed with a map, a night light, a
compass and the Mexican Emblem. They also have a secret
pocket for pills in case they got sick, like a bad head ache.
They also have another pocket to save change, for a phone
call.
In the back of the shoes they have the picture of a priest.
He is considered a Saint. His name is Toribio Romo. These
shoes were made in China. They cost $ 17.00 a pair. Here in
the U.S. they would go for $ 250.00, but only 1,000 were made.
The designer of these Tennis shoes gave them to the people
that were about to cross over to the United States, so they
wouldn't get lost. All this happened in Tijuana Mexico.
There is a Legend, so people say. Back in the early 1970's, people
started reporting that, whenever they got sick, lost, or pass out
from hunger - a prist would appear out of no where and help them
out. The people said that the priest fed, or nursed them if they
were sick.
After they ate, or got better, he would direct them to where they
were going. He would even tell them how to get a job, when they got
to their destination, than he would just dissapeared. All this up to now
has been happening on and off.
It has been known that people would pay up to $ 500.00 for these shoes.
They were designed with a good intention, to save lives. Maybe they
would save the life of a person once, but too many times - I don't
think so....
Note: This is a true story. I got to see these shoes.
They showed all the details. These shoes are called
( Brincos ) and that in English means ( Jumpers )
Permit me if you will to speak of
this great obscurity called love
I am not here to preach or feed
your preconceived clichéd ideas
of linguistic and rhythmic words
live above and dove.
I am here to invoke what is
already deeply embedded in the
very Fabrics of your soul.
I want to insight that traitorous
smile that creeps in on a long
day When the sanity of your
heart won’t let your mind be
whole.I am not talking about
the rushing waves that caress
the contours Of her body as you
stare into her eyes and make
love to her entire being with
just a single kiss.
It is that silent completion that
just her mare presence is
enough And to hear her speak
is simply pure bliss.
I am enraged by the notion that
love is only an emotion,a feeling
A state of mind that comes and
goes like a headache.It surely
makes my head ache when I
see so many emotional
Structures fade because the
foundation were built on
temporary Infatuated bricks.
It is not the desperate
yearnings of companionship nor
the loneliness but the blind
ambition to attain love that
most angers me.
we settle for a good perception
in place of perfection t o ease
our conscious.
If could open your eyes then I
would eradicate your illusions
and place love in your hand for
you to taste it.I said If could
open your eyes then I would
eradicate your illusions and
place love in your hand for you
to taste it.
It is not a feeling of butterflies
in your stomach when they
appear.Hell it isn’t even in the
silent whispers as you attempt
to gather your breath from the
sweet wrath of her bosom.
Its more refined like 1953
corvette or a 1960’s chevrotte
impala you would love to own
one but settle for a 5series
BMW instead it is not the value
but the overall cost that most
frightens you.
So instead of saving we invest
in physical pleasures and
material things. We become
luminary in satisfaction and
perfectionists in pleasure.
It is best to detach from all lust
and desire if it will only pro long
the joy and serenity of soul
matched beings what are we in
the end if we have all we desire
and lack the love we need?
From Chicago to Tampa Bay in a Ford Granada some time in the mid- 70's. Unfortunately, we were not interested in mountains, because we took interstate 75 and drove through Tennessee 'at night'. We felt the elevation but never saw the Smoky Mountains.
As we proceeded south, our four year old kept asking, "Are we there yet?" Can you blame her? We should have had at least one mountain story to tell; and why did we not take time to enjoy the healthy smoke? We arrived in Tampa by way of mostly 'flat lands'.
On another occasion we drove from northern Mississippi to Atlanta. While there, we not only viewed, but also trekked until we grew tired. The visit on 'Stone Mountain' was a good one as we also enjoyed the beautiful water fall.
Fast forward to 1981, and find me driving a '79 chevy chevette from San Francisco to Lake Tahoe. Oh, what a ride! From just above sea level to over 9,000 feet and the worst head ache of my life. Our second child who was then four was on board, but he was head ache free. Nice sceneries, and mountains aplenty, but I should have had my head examined; not because of the elevation, but because I had the audacity to drive a Chevette.
Later in the early 80's with my entire family on board, I headed up another mountain in Marin County, Ca. This time there was plenty of room and power in an 8 cylinder full sized Chevy van. Just beyond the Golden Gate is Mt. Tamalpais, but we never reached the top, because my wife changed her mind.
My most recent mountain experience was a scenic view from a Jumbo Jet. Returning from a vacation by way of Portland, I had a nice view of *Mt. St. Helen 36 years after the mountain blew its top in 1980. No, that does not make me a 'Mountain Man'; but from where I sit 30 feet above sea level, it is rather refreshing.
08052017PSContest, Mountains, Julie Rodeheaver
*Or Was it Mt. Hood?
the drug of choice
the taste in the back of throat
as it invade your veins
I survived methadone
escaping the grasp not easy on one soul
Africa came to the rescue
from the bark of a tree
illegal it was smuggle for me
and with a will to be free I not indulge in aspirin from Bayer
for an head ache
crack I smoked a plenty and that make you dangerous
as you want more never to achieved the first hit to be reach
a science you became a cook using the microwave as your new religion
but my garden full of roses I proved you wrong of no redemption
and a great motivator speaker I cure
Hurricane head ache
South Texas heart break
Don't have a clue
I wish I knew
The steps to take
I was so young
I did the wrong
The games I played
My view was hazed
Needed renewed
At last I found
The solid ground
That's found in You
More rain.
The pavement is dark with wet and I’m inside
Reading by cloudy light.
Eyes straining.
Orson Scott Card makes my head ache
As much as he makes it think.
I am Ender,
Or so I like to think.
I am Valentine too:
Guilty and conniving.
Perhaps I am even Peter,
The dark recesses of my desires
Chiseling my ambitions into evil.
Perhaps if I weren’t so damn lazy,
I would be as endlessly dangerous
As the Wiggins.
Perhaps if I weren’t stretched across
The living room couch;
Full to bursting with M&Ms
And the anticipation for a story
I already know.
I’m oblivious to the world
Until Dad breaks my concentration,
Until I’ve turned the last page
And left the Speaker for the Dead
Travelling across the universe
With his scheming sister.
It’s raining outside
And it’s raining in me,
The same as it always is
When the words have drained themselves
And I’m still as unsatisfyingly unsuccessful as before.
I oughtn’t read in half-light.
I’m too melancholy
To be left alone in the near-dark.
When you are blessed
with an intelligent mind
People are always
three steps behind
The talk on their breaks
Makes my head ache
How much meaning
is there in what you
ate for dinner last night
or how much sleep you got
For God's sake
What about the rising of
the Phoenix or how many
more planets we've discovered
Why carpet fibers tickle babies
noses and are toxic
Why molecules shrink
when under pressure
Why space time travel could
be possible in the near future
Why artists have an affinity
for rhyming
Is it in their genes
So many things to talk about
than what you had for dinner
THE SPIDER AND MAN
Spider; is high time you started thinking like human
That, made unique from us, I don’t deny the fact
I have quit your fascinating homes
Yet, in all your regalia
You have come to disturb me in my nasty abode.
Man; what a gross contempt
You speak with no iota of sincerity
How can you say, ye departed from men
When you are fully in charge in men’s home
As they become incapacitated to be neat.
Spider; your utterance was conditional, I am glad
That I don’t near men’s home if things are not in disarray
But, when you come to my abode
You destroy my estate that I built tenaciously
Through which I have my daily bread.
Man; beyond every reasonable doubt, you have proved
Even dough you seem to be the biggest of all insects
What so ever in that your body is complete water
How can you build your enticing estate to block our route-?
Through which we make our own daily bread!
Spider; men can be dam selfish! Even dough-
Sometimes, I be your guest
To make you uncomfortable so you can learn to be neat
But, never stopped the source of your daily bread
Why should you destroy my estate for your own daily bread?
Man; that was a cute question! I never knew you are brilliant with such a small head
I taught the creator deprived you everything. You are incompetent to use the-
Colossal double-eyes of yours and you are myopic in everything
And to till the earth with your enormous legs is never in your agenda!
Spider; don’t make ridicule of me dear! I concede that am lazy
But, I use my talent to eke for a living
But, you answer luxurious names like, “professor, lawyer, doctor and whatever “
Why not make use of your big brain for your daily bread?
Instead of perpetual head-ache I embrace from you in farmlands and forests.
Man; you don’t know men give you too much privilege
You jump and dance from one three to another
With your cursed anus to make your abode
Do we not virtually plant those threes you enjoy?
Learn to be appreciative for once in your life!
Spider; there should be no course for alarm!
At least, men should treat me with an iota of courtesy
You should know that, whatever you see in your route in the farm as web
It is my estate I had taken time to build and is a source of my daily bread
Be comfortable as a superior being and I as well be comfortable as a lesser animal !
I yield to unknown sound
Rhythm that blossom my heart
Swing arm with tangle legs
Accelerating directly proportional to the echo
My head ache as it beat twice as rock tempo
I perceived peril ahead
Roaring of lion nature in humanity
Seeking for whom to devour
I am a prey without rescuer
Fears grab me as the thought of u-turn occupied my heart
Standing at Y junction
To my right a kingdom await me yet the road is daredevil
My Left preaches infatuation
I devour all obstacles at the right to visit the kingdom
I hope against hope as I journey through
Behold the torment vanish quickly
My eyes behold beauty this kingdom in extraordinary manner
Finally I saw Him seating on thrown and my love seating at His right hand
'Welcome to come' He said
I sang praises unto my love
Finally I am home
Forget the idolatry-
mirage-making lucid hallucinogen
Leaving a head ache quaked dust bin
Where fertile veins go
Be called in the presence of
To stand back and react
Is a twisted affair indeed
Language
Is to voice
Is to body breathing/mind dreaming
A soul on its path
To reach its hidden mission
The world show
Recedes and fades
Like shadows in the woods
Life is for the daring
Deep sea diver
Blazoned with faith to continue on