Best Nags Poems

Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and...

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All feels right with the world today,
your inner child nags you to play.
And you find you're laughing out loud,
feeling as airy as a cloud.

A rhythmic...

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When Betty hit the menopause
her symptoms all came on at once,
with her brain fog; she feels a dunce!

At night in bed, the hot sweat pours
and...

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Translation of " Bésame Mucho " from the lyrics by Consuelo Velasquez

Refrain :

Kiss me longingly long 
Kiss me, kiss me longingly long
As though this night...

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Over the years
some were carefully carried
tied up in tiny bundles
held tight against the heart

While the other
more awkward ones
were pulled behind in a cart
like so many...

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** What’s Torn **

What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or,...

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Finally we were alone
Bridesmaids; best man all gone home
We eyed the gifts piled on the rug
Bill looked at me, I gave a shrug
Tomorrow would be...

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He has been beside me for fourteen years
Compassionate and wise, he always cheers
Once, as a puppy, he played happily
An older dog, he’s a sleeping beauty...

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Maintenance
There once was a wife who wanted her husband
to maintain every single thing in the house.
"Maintain the plumbing why don't you?" she nagged
And on and...

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As she bleeds, she heals 
As she pleads, she feels 
As she breastfeeds, she builds
As she hugs, she guides 
As she nags, she teaches
As she...

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Walking Meditation
                    by Odin Roark

“And I...

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White mist drapes the col

bitter cold nags at my face ~

black grouse lekking....

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My Clock
By J. Philip Harris

Tick tock, tick tock the old man clicks his clock. That rude robust bellow of the long and short. Splattering seconds...

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I’ve sailed across the oceans blue
In search of promised treasure
I need to bid my pirate’s life adieu
For some riches you cannot measure

When I was invited...

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This quaint haven away from Seeing Eye
         No sound of the loom now at nature’s call
 ...

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