Best Irritants Poems
We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden
And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl
Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream
That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement
Know very well how to rise above the holy terror
We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife
And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs
Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around
With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed
Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants.
We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul
And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle
Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air
That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance
Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples
We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs
Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
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June 13, 2016
For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Becca Teagan
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
Embrace the new technologies,
acquiring knowledge as your goal,
in the realm of search and seizure
feed your mind, refresh your soul.
Social Media and bloggers,
irritants in cyber space
will whore themselves for your attention,
waste your time, usurp your place.
In my youth, before the outbreak,
schooldays were much simpler then,
homework, classwork, all handwritten,
essays done in fountain pen.
So, fire up your fancy lap top,
Facebook, Twitter, Cyber Talk,
while I remember ink wells, pen nibs,
blotting paper, sticks of chalk.
Embrace the new technologies,
acquiring knowledge as your goal,
in the realm of search and seizure
feed your mind, refresh your soul.
Social Media and bloggers,
irritants in cyber space
will whore themselves for your attention,
waste your time, usurp your place.
In my youth, before the outbreak,
schooldays were much simpler then,
homework, classwork, all handwritten,
essays done in fountain pen.
You fire up your fancy lap tops,
Facebook, Twitter, Cyber Talk,
while I give thanks for ink wells, pen nibs,
blotting paper, sticks of chalk.
Hey,come 3rd quarter of each calender year, it is that time of the year again,
This phenomenon is headlined in local dailies each day, again and again...
An enviromental situation, all kinds of experts in general do agree...
A regular man-made consequence from widespread clearing and burning of trees..
All over the country, as in the whole Asian region, the sun is but a blur pall of crimson...
Evidence of the filtering effects of the haze particles in atmospheric conditions..
This pall of haze or jerebu is now a password upon which to start a conversation...
Something akin to the British How's The Weather way of striking up a conversation..
Make a comment about this hazy situation and you can be sure of an observation...
That something urgent needs to be quickly done to elevate this distressing condition...
Everyman in the street is aware of this thick smoky mist that envelope the environment...
People are advised to use face masks to reduce the intake of unhealthy irritants...
Even as the sale of face masks are flying off the shelves, what a situation...
People with breathing problems like asthma are to stay indoors, lessen outdoor exertions..
Scheduled flights has to be cancelled unless flying visibility index is acceptable...
Schools are ordered to close when the official haze index breach certain levels...
Cloud seeding efforts are in force to seed rainfall which will clear considerably the opaque sky..
Just so that such unhealthy and unfavourable conditions will not cloud future skies...
Government efforts are intensified to once again negotiate for cross border cooperation...
Time and again, all these actions are routine responses to mitigate the people's indignation...
For year to year, we the public , suffer all kinds of inconveniences and challenges..
When each calender year enters the 3rd quarter, we suffer again this haze in stages..
Hopes are high, maybe this year things will be different, things will be better...
Down come the promised rain and the situation clears, until the next year...
When once again we all go through the whole rigmorale of negotiations and deliberations...
Safety measures and advice for the masses, cloud seeding efforts and of course, fervent prayers...
Welcome to the haze situation here in Asia...!
I established a rapport
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the way to the blank
Hell has its saints too
my food chain has a dog on one end
pet my good luck hump if you must
or my scarred and bleeding shins
the Siberian delegate exhales belligerently
after exterminating the wooly mammoth
humanity is the only species
counting the days
badly trained by fire ants and monkey uncles
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a below zero safe deposit box
hmm that won't grip the road either
separated at birth by a faulty wall socket
while descending through the atmospherics
with a license to lounge
upon the mules of creation
like butter through hunger
only in your head holy man
expletives erupted from his throat
making antic come here gestures
while camping under Bigfoot's foot
a sea of irritants sending messages
through my lawyers Rugburn & Nosebleed
you vampires should be in bed at this hour
if only because monotony generates subtlety
we played 'em right into the net
sent the boys off on a Nanking holiday
to animate something foul and oafish
that's now clogging the sewers
kill the spankers slit their throats
like the moon through a windy fog
one thing blending into another
fueling up with ignorance again
but I don't see how we could wreak hell
any more than the universe
already buggering ahead does
even with bear claws over our hands
for protection or decor
like a hotel banquet ice carver
in an encounter with the Dancing Strumpets
anti-inert at least
his frozen uncertainty runneth over
in a renunciation of befuddlement
by the often pillaged soul
living a farcical incoherent nightmare
slammed through the one chance swinging gate
and went clomping into showbiz
with a gypsy clan of Yiddish fiddlers
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
The transition of love to hate, can take years or less
Never, ever could or would one have anticipated in their dream state
imagination, let alone awake, walking and talking reality, this 360 degree
change was possible, no red flags when you met then wed
no sirens alarmed, no fear or dread
Only love and love, the subtle irritants and endearments
will never be ' bones of contention '--NEVER !!!
Love will smother and drown the discord and darkness
Prevailing though all, that's what THEY say
No matter the messes, distresses, irks and fires
Then fewer caresses, and kisses, less to admire
Those cute, little idiosyncrasies morph into major annoyances
that drive you to the brink, then you think
I use to love when he did....or said....how he dressed...
how he said means things to me but said he was only joking...
how he used to drink a little, now lots, and comments are meaner
and obscene
and then you found those insults were mainly hurled when others were around
then home less and less, preferring to live at watering hole with friends
and AL, the liquid pal !!
And so on and so on, crud and crap
Losing ability to snap back, losing desire to get IT back
Well, there you go, now you know
The change, the rearrangement of emotional ecstasy to
hate and disdain, fantasies of loving each other eternally
now internally destroyed and decimated, way beyond decayed
and rotten, any fragments of love and soul
Gone, done, hate won, --- BUT---what could have been done different
I tried, from minor, tiny changes to major ones, quite significant
I really, honestly, wish that love conquered all
But seems unrealistic and impossible, just a fantasy
Beyond the imagination, eternal love and romance
Past, Present, Future.
They are all Now.
In the disappointing Present,
I desire the unfulfilled Dream of Future,
Yet i am Plagued by memories and comparisons of bittersweet Past.
With the wisdom of Experience
Borne of the poor judgment Past
I Now design new, exciting, self-pleasing dreams of Future,
While Over looking Now's current irritants, absurdities & restraints,
With Avoidant resolve not to repeat Past,
With hoped for, yet cloudy illumination, i pretend the focus of Zen,
Now I endeavor to design Future,
To correctly relive, relearn my self-delusions of Past.
May my Now designed Future Past,
Result in better memories & the fulfillment of easy contentment
All Too be looked back at fondly
In that endlessly, forever moving target:
Past recollections of my soon to be Future Now.
WHERE TURBULENCE MEETS PATIENCE
Sometimes life reaches at that juncture
Where annoying things start to pour over
But you want to be at your comfy space
Feels that nobody should touch that phase.
Want to be at peace with yourself
Where calmness just dwells in
Where serenity just envelops you
Where patience is your forte.
Few irritants trouble you to the core
Disturb your coat of happiness
Emerge stronger and sprinkle love to all
As you are an essence of greatness.
And immerse yourself in a mystical trance
Where composure prevails over everything
Where playful innocence takes the charge
And dispassion towards worldly things.
Hey, life is beautiful to live blissfully
Take a pause and breathe fully
Just introspect and inhale composure
Life is here to rock and live in.
There you are
lying flat in that expensive box
with bronze handles
and white padding,
while just across the hill
lie your mother and father
sinking into sod
forgotten under their flat piece of bronze
with it’s hide-away flower pot.
You
who hated being in the Army
that year of 1944,
have flags
and fuss and marching bands
over your head
as irritants to your long wait.
Mother won’t be coming.
She faded into a box
that sat forever in her favorite chair
ashes in plastic in cardboard
one day gone
perhaps thrown overboard,
by her third husband,
at sea
or in the bay
perhaps thrown into the trash
in a moment of drunken
Anger
or flat out meanness
toward those who live.
Soon
I’ll have a little box in death
just as my step-father did.
He too has trumpets
and a rifle or two
booming out
over the greensward above
Nearby
his mother lies
calling him eternally to task
for his undone and cruel life.
As I am writing down these words, they bounce and wobble off the selected path.
I am so frustrated with these spellings, I would pin them down if I could.
I grasp my pen harder, as if that could do anything to snatch up these naughty words.
I can hear them giggling, and they roll right off the page! I then throw my self to the
ground in exasperation. I search for them, for I know they are hiding nearby.
As I catch one, I catch them all; for they are linked together in a sentence.
I grin at my successful conquer of the little irritants, and slap them down on the page.
They make a good line. And then they begin to wiggle…
freshly-mown grass smell
irritates sensitive nose
violent sneezing
reddened itchy eyes
sign of allergies, indeed,
nasal congestion
wearing mask outdoors
reduce irritants from weeds
enjoy the fresh scent
Unwelcome advice
from your friendly lawn-mower
saves doctor's visit!
May 15, 2021
So many things that we want to get perfect.
But it does not happen.
Some deal with this all right.
The professional chameleons do.
The Type A’s are not as lucky.
Wanting to control things.
Losing it when things do not go their way.
Some do not understand
When things do not go their way they do go another’s way.
When one team wins, the other team loses.
Type A’s do not handle this well.
Sometimes we know immediately.
Other times we wait until they have a nervous breakdown
To figure it out.
I am a chameleon and type A.
Depending upon the situation.
Not knowing which way I am leaning
Until my body or my soul gives me hints.
Today at this second I am a chameleon
But when someone makes a mistake that irritates me
I rapidly escalate into out-of-control Type A.
Which is why I isolate myself
Barricade my feelings and try to ignore
The savage once-upon-a-time irritants.
Easy to do some days.
Other days I am in danger of exposing my true colors.
Which could get me fired, or worse.
The morning’s enchantment
The sun is bright like shiny copper
The air smells of the ocean like lobster
Irritants are low with visions considered
Level are the tones of gray
Focused secludedly on the prospects of the day
In the swallow of dismay
Daisies blossom along the way
Concluded are the smothering of the sun’s rays
Giving birth to the fluorescence array
Life in the mist of day
Clouds cover the elements at play
Producing the waters that fill the bay
Streams, rivers, and ponds
The wind works the temperature con
Cooling the surface of complexities like tron
Open avenues, meadows and a fawn
Sleepy residents of dawn
The morning chill received by the silent calm
Of the beginning of night’s release
Upon the show of brilliance like hot grease
The moon follows the stars into retreat
Leaving the stage for the ball of fire to creep
Across the wide expansion
As the darkness dissipates from the mansion
Breathe the endless possibilities of enhancements
And feel the morning’s tranquil enchantment
By Jack Earl Williams jr
Memories
Searching for existence in time gone
Looking back at the explosion of attitudes
Expressions of truth vaguer and rude
Get to work weary hermit, do not shirk ~
Face irritants that continue to irk