Best Irritability Poems
~Yes, I Know I Won't Be Here Forever~
Sometimes, I just don't realize,
How golden my minutes are.
I sit around and criticize,
Like a hapless drunk in a bar.
Yes, I know I won't be here forever!
The decades, as dreams, swiftly pass,
My irritability gets the best of me.
I complain too much and sass,
Surprised I am not banished to sea.
Yes, I know I won't be here forever!
I never seem to fully appreciate,
That each minute never is coming back.
Time to love and not to berate,
All the beauty God laid in my life's track.
Yes, I know I won't be here forever!
June, 19, 2020
Poem# 1254
6:30pm PST
Ignorance is...
anxiety
depression
brain fog
vertigo
irritability
impulsivity
fatigue
light sensitivity
noise sensitivity
and a plague of hair-trigger rage
isolation
...not knowing.
Until another hit has you seeing stars
playing characters
with your symptoms
in movies and on TV
a syndrome
with a name
do you know that you are not crazy.
Knowing is...
more
and less broken.
*Post-Concussion Syndrome
Having been on my own
for the past ten years
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may
Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood may take me
Disliking routine I meander free
to come and to go as I please
For now there is no one here except me
with my very own idiosyncrasies
Generally I enjoy my own company
Though from time to time
seeing friends and family
is such an enjoyable treat for me
But to have someone
permanently under my roof
It would drive me insane
send my soul in a whirl
as slowly my mind
and my body unfurl
At this juncture in life
I want peace and tranquillity
No hassle
No stress
No irritability
So when I have guests
I pull out all my best
Spoiling them rotten
as we laugh and we jest
But as the days pass
and our moods start to show
It is time to bid farewell
It is time for them to go
Or frustrations
raise their ugly head
and we may say things
we should not have said
So as the old adage suggests
Familiarity can breed contempt
and living too long
with family and friends
is how a good relationship
may come to an end…
Written 14th September 2019
Contest Strand Select U
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Her heart is located in every part of her being
and bones, calcified with the vitamins of meekness.
Peace begins and ends her collection of any intention
and her reaction, irrespective of situation
always avoids its rights of being thorough.
Softer than a hot dough, and more flexible than a rubber band
even in the midst of hungry chewers
and the threat from playful band stretchers
she holds strong to the emblem of her personality
putting the eyes of calm in a shock dilation
to the awe of her tolerance and irritability.
If nations were like her, humanity would have no scar
her deeds incarcerate pride and incriminate greed
with an intuition structured by static trees
beside a slow moving river
enveloped by the faint whistling of happy resting birds.
The healthy mystery of such an existence
adds royalty to the privilege of being human
because she gets hurts
only when the devil himself directly strikes
with the mercenaries of hell yet unknown to possible actuality.
Elevator, elevator
One of the most awkward places you can be
Standing, crowded much too close to me
Should you say hello or just keep to yourself?
So you stand there stiff resembling a doll on a shelf
Elevator, elevator
A sudden stench encompasses the whole box
People look around like they’ve caught the chicken pox
The air is thick with unease and irritability
Everyone’s in a rush, utilizing their capability
Elevator, elevator
After what seems to be millennia the box stops abruptly
Another stop, still standing waiting for the lobby
Irish man breaks the silence with a witty comment
Its just like the movies –elevator ineptness is his vent
I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.
Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.
Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.
We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.
Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.
A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.
She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.
Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.
My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.
Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.
Beautifully happy now on meds
Insightful from last year's low
Peacefully enjoying the stability
Ongoing treatments that helped me grow
Longing for non-irritability or mania
Anxiety no more this holiday
Rendering all my soul
Sinking in his greatness as I pray
Christ has me in his hands
Holidays can be stressful for those who are sick
Remember that our meds and help
Inviting all that's good to do the trick
Somehow be childish in the tale of Saint Nick
Together bipolars can enjoy this whole month
Magically intuned with those not indisposed
Ask us how you may be able to help
Same as you, bells, mistletoe and all that's grandiose
I interrupt him and he chokes on the words
I don wanna hear your sugar coated words
To me your kind is more vile than crack
Talk of crack its there but its Okey..
for a stitch in time is a rigid proccess
Rather better you snitch its Okey..
Talk of enlightment bujas get real
Its real dark it real sad it night
Daylight knocks and mine eyes
see light once again
Defender you almost destroyed
Whats sacred you almost spilt
The sacred wine - blood
Defender they hurt you but
But you had to let go
Now you have to write
Write a novellette
luis lee are you not
Not the master lee
Defender i got a visit
From the moose of war...
Defender i embraced
Conflict albeit i didnt end up
End up in the abbyss..
Intra-personal conflict
Is the kettle soup of creativity
CODE 254
L.K.N
“That dream only needs a speech to bring about the change the world has been waiting for,
never be speechless no matter what; you have something to say...”
Felix Joseph.o
SPEECHLESS!
A feeling contends to conquer me
Perhaps, I wanting to defeat it
Indeed, my irritability of the obvious
My contest to make it plain, baffles me
My best try,
Fry me to cry
Helpless my mouth
It cries echoes is speechless
When truth mutates to odium
Falsehood applauded as in a stadium
Avalanche of wrongs
Beaten into a compendium
Corruption celebrated in ovation
Justice, yet foreign in a nation
In reckless abandon,
The games rule is impunity
Flaunting absurd rights as immunity
Shame like a name
Honored as fame
Speaking the more
They have colonized the peak
Your audio, print and visual ranting
Concludes you an ant
A pens ink, as tears
Their brick hearts, quickly ignores
What then unlocks their hearts mystery?
Power emitting from the army’s canon?
Perhaps, the pens might
May cause a rethink
Yes a reflection amidst the stink
Confronts all loudly
Speechless is the act of the feel
Yet, still I dare to make a speech
A speech for my compatriots
A speech desiring a change
Yes! A speech to propel the speechless
Am speechless, yet not lacking in speech
Speechless is all it makes me feel
A speech can break the chains
Being speechless is not a gain
It germinates pain, like rain
Speak and rule the peak
Roar to unseat the freak
Shout and alarm the weak
Sing a tune, their hearts will break
Cry, your tears may cajole compassion
Yes! A speech ushers the change
The villains abhor a change
Truly, a speech moulds them speechless
A speech a world desire
Lacking in speak, all backfire
yet a speech will save the day?
Why speechless?
Just a speech of change will unveil the dream
yes! A dream for real change.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
[email protected] ;+2348037825027.
Written:1-05pm-1-25pm: 10th-06-2008.
Chest pain grips as anxiety fills the room
Or cornered I grasp a resting broom
Neck pain lingers and feelings of doom
Sadness at times fills the house with gloom
Exercising left long ago, enter old age woes
Quadragenarian no more~ whoa!!
Upset stomach, feeling overwhelmed
Energetic no more at forced helmed
No motivation, they've cooked my goose
Change in every part of my body, thoughts abstruse
Emotions ready to explode, anger and irritability
Social withdrawal on downhill side of durability
When a person goes their own way, the choices they make will always have consequences which can sometimes lead to stress with the end results of the above problems.
Day after day
Symptom after symptom
I go through this feeling of loneliness
Irritability
Snappiness
Anger
Depression
Unhappiness
Sadness, as tears roll down my face
I can’t believe eight years has passed
Seems like life has gotten harder
Slowly things crashed
In my head, my life is still the same
But life has recently taught me
That this is not me anymore
You’re different now
You have to grasp it
A flood of tears run down my face
A disability has taken over
This isn’t me, is this my life?
Is it me?
Or is it the world around me?
Running fast in my mind
But moving as slow as a sloth in reality
Am I still beautiful?
Am I still a good mom?
Am I still worthy?
Confusion sets in
I’m speaking but I’m not heard
My words come out
Sense is not made
Judgment of who I am now
Arguments and aggravation overcome me
Feeling stupid and dumb
Are negative feelings who I have become?
Memory loss
Mistakes
Vision problems
Loss of mobility
Loss of appetite
Depression and anxiety
This has become me!
I don’t want it anymore
I wish this pain was like garbage,
I can bag it up and toss it
but at the end of the day this is real life and I am
MS-understood!!!
He found the road long and lonely.
From this seemingly endless trek to monotony,
He wished to enter a world, luminous and exciting;
A world spun in iridescent colors and shades.
He ventured to experiment with life
And in due course slipped into psychedelic pleasures.
As curls of cigarette smoke
Were expelled out from his nostrils
He floated on waves of psychedelic delight.
A buzzing sensation swept across all his nerves.
Overstepping the margins of reason
He slipped into a state of altered reality
Euphoria pulsed through his body from head to foot
Got transported into a fantasy world.
He savored the explosions of joy bubbles
And indulged in strange sensory delights.
The hippie culture cast a magic spell in him.
Fell in love with the insidious drug LSD
And often retreated into an illusory paradise,
With nothing tormenting his body or mind,
Reveling in the bliss of its comforting warmth.
The drug became part of his daily routine.
He experienced moments so surreal
Felt flying, floating and soaring in ether.
Living hallucinogenic, he didn’t know
How to keep himself sane or become light headed,
Without a hit of heroin or cocaine.
He was getting addicted to it day by day.
But the drug was slowly proving chaotic.
The pleasant short term therapeutic outcome of the drug
Was overshadowed by many of its tormenting effects
Exposed to irritability, fatigue, spasms and tremors,
He was becoming a menace to himself and others.
Relying on the drug always to fend off his affliction,
He was like an insect trapped in a web
And a hungry arachnid spinning shackles around him.
Thus, from psychedelic pleasures,
He moved into psychedelic trauma.
Jealousy overcomes me like
an anaconda suffocating my prideful puffed penguin chest
and the thought of your hand running across the skin of someone else is grievous
So uncomfortable, I feel a wave of something wearisome, and it's left a skunky sour taste in my
mouth,
nauseas at the fact that you could look that way.... at someone ELSE
A wave of irritability floods over me like a tsunami of self doubt, I take my aggression out on
myself
curse obscenities to numb the guilt of my defeat in all interpersonal relationship realms
I know that I will never measure up to the standards of perfection, that I have daydreamed up
I feel like a child reaching up to the cookie counter, but I can never manage to reach that
perfection shelf
Work Angst
I wished I had not revealed that part of me
Of who I am, and what feeds my irritability.
Co-workers are so cold and calculating.
They want to see you gone, they think you are acting.
I know that I have my rights and they discriminate.
They also can "find" reasons; to fuel their hate.
They can't fire me; up and down is who I am.
Finding "other reasons" to fire me, they will; if they can.
Stress and depression is my working enemy.
Everyday I wish wasn't so depressing.
This emotion is the revealed part of my life.
Depression is hard, and continues to cause strife.
Endowed by the Almighty
gracious provision-source bounty
our orphanage garden’s identity
exudes wondrous natural beauty…
Green-leafy vegetables of health purity
strengthen well-being tenacity
while their buds assure with certainty
palatable veggie salad of nutritious verity…
Flowers cheer with their varied colors, indeed pretty
white angels midst sampaguitas waft their scent’s serenity
rosas de baybayon and red petioles show their dancing faculty
as yellow bells hide amongst peace lilies their petals so dainty…
Gracious orchard offering refreshing security
our “Gardenage*” invites us for lung exercise stability
meeting us with its relaxation bliss availability
serving as haven, rejuvenating care-giving faculty...
'Plantscaped' fortress against attacking irritability
welcoming Bible meditation, upholding faith’s tenacity
nurturing moments for prayer tranquility
our “Gardenage” brings blessings** of God in functional entirety.
*"Gardenage" is the name of our orphanage garden, since we have several gardens encompassing our church’s “Botanical Ministry.”
**Genesis 49:25 …The Almighty, … shall bless thee with blessings…
July 31, 2020
2nd place, "Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/1/2020.