Best Irritants Poems

Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or curse, soon the frequency
And the decibels increase—
Incredibly, irritatingly, inconveniently, and embarrassingly!

I wonder if it is linguistically appropriate
To call it a...

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like shadows they follow us
they tell their stories 
on pages 
that may or may not 
be seen, or read,
we a'muse them -

"we", of course, are truly inconsequential
in the greater scheme of things;

they are like ghosts
echoing their called hauntings,
we catch the vibrations of them,
every now and...

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When last I visited India almost a decade ago
I recall riding on my brother's scooter 
as he drove me around town,
And I saw fully veiled Muslim women
half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab 
driving scooters, motorbikes, mopeds and motorcycles.
I also recall some women also covering...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic archaeopteryx dinosaur, 
who taught fifth grade) gave 
me first prize,...

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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...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner 
(the talon clawed, shriveled 
relic of a dinosaur, 
who taught...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me), whose trademark
wit and wisdom hallmark
cardinal characteristics
of posthumous fame and fortune
largesse...

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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...

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