Best Ticked Off Poems
Patience is a virtue
and a necessity
Sometimes one must
pull up a chair, sit and wait
Patience is key!
Take. Your. Time.
Let no one pressure you
into meeting an unrealistic
deadline. Do your own thing,
at your own speed
Running late because...
you forgot to set your alarm clock?
Patience! Slow down, my good friend.
You'd rather be late
than careen off the highway!
You're mightily ticked off
and you want to hit something,
or worse, someone? Easy does it!
Hold your anger in. Breathe.
Let annoyance wash over you
Don't wear it like cologne!
Something isn't going your way?
Some dream you're working so hard
to build is taking too long to stand erect?
Keep plugging away; it eventually will.
And it will stand firm...
If you lay the bricks
of your foundation without haste.
You lay them the right way.
and take it day by day.
Be patient. It will stand firm!
Take your sweet ol' time...
solving an arduous problem
making big decisions, life choices,
or even finding true love. No pressure.
Patience is key!
Submitted for...
Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written: 12/13/2019
Take a journey with me
hear the beat of poetry as we stroll,
read my words and listen to my heavy steps.
Inside each poet a clock has ticked off a thousand miles !
Verses fall like flower petals raining down,
each day a new poem pours from poet's hearts and souls.
Now, I have been following a new poet . . .
inside her soul dwells the true beating drum of poetry!
Carpe diem, verse, rhyme, etheree, lanterne forms she conquers.
Many of us also struggle to learn these forms but we persist,
you, me, and threvini share the words in our heart.
Silence rages in this chaotic world but we have poetry !
Open your eyes and see this new poet and embrace her,
realize the gift we have been given to write for peace, bliss and faith,
each poet new or old is special !
Yea...I am upset
Ticked off to say the least....
TIME!!!
A real great friend you are!
ARrrgggHHHH!!!
I am just....cho...
sad.
TIME...TiMe.........(sigh)time....
what's your reason this time?
Fast-handed Harry was a renowned pick-pocket
He could grab a wallet with the speed of a rocket.
One day while doing some picking
A suicide bomber’s bomb was ticking.
Where once was Harry there’s now a socket.
Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow
The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the merry month of May
Must have upset those guys back when
If so I do hereby apologize
Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours
With fire shooting out of my eyes
Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time
I'll buy them on the day of the event
And take my chances that it's not a sellout
So my time is much better spent
Is my frustration showing as I write this poem?
So ticked off, what more can I say
Don't want ever to spend that much time again
Stopped dead on a freaking highway
© Jack Ellison 2012
His hand lay on the window pane
gazing out at the midnight rain
his pensive stare and memories
of a time on an isle of darkened seas
he knew her then , her olive skin
out from the rain to rest at an inn
they had food and wine and spoke of schemes
then walked into darkness to pursue their dreams
and they shared it in the moonlight
with the stars shining bright
her black tresses curled and unfurled
as they lay on the beach
to sink into sleep
with their arms within reach
he woke up alone
she was no where in sight
he sought her out in the course of the night
his watch ticked off the midnight hour
his feelings spent as all went sour
she was never found and he recalled
that the mystery of Midnight
took his love away
perchance a time will come someday
that Midnight will be a talisman
and he will see his love again
Contest
We Are One
v. 1 It’s just human nature
I’m sorry – I should have been more mature
I got ticked off and I was out of place
Beads of sweat run down my grimy face
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 2 Remain strong till the end…
There’s a beginning to every story
Remain sane and don’t offend
Your pupils while they study…study…
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 3 Imagine we all have perfect lives? How would that be?
Wouldn’t it be awesome to be free from captivity?
I wish to God everything will be alright in the long run
We welcome the sun, I welcome the sun and I embrace a long, long run in the sun
I embrace a long, long run in the sun
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 4 Never lose hope…
Cope with life and be happy and bright
Please don’t mope…
Tonight, you’ll shine on like starlight
As long as we both take divine flight
Divine flight…and fight the good fight
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
Madness and gladness and sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug…would you care to give me one more hug?
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together…I’m still under the weather
But, together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)
as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull
juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum
fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics
comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb
ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered,
and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.
Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
The Rapture
“13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV
Jesus died and rose again,
As will the righteous in the first resurrection.
With a shout and the voice of an archangel,
All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation.
They’ll join their Savior in the air;
Followed by those who are alive and remain;
Caught up together in the clouds;
Immortality to forever claim.
Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep.
For they have hope of tomorrow eternal.
Wipe the tears from your eyes;
Your next meeting by God’s made possible.
When our Lord reveals himself,
Our human frames, He’ll resemble;
The beloved children of God,
By The Rapture will assemble.
In a resurrected and glorified state,
The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory—
Maranatha, come, O Lord;
The Second Coming no longer a story.
The names of those enrolled in heaven,
Will be ticked off upon God’s slate.
Both the virtuous dead and living;
The Gifted eternity to relate.
This Rapture will be no secret—
The whole earth will see Christ come.
Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them;
By His glory they’re totally overcome.
Christ is a consuming fire
To those who know Him not;
They’ve wasted their opportunities—
The love of God rejected or forgot!
The Rapture completed;
God’s people will ascend
To the heavenly Jerusalem—
One thousand years to spend.
The books will be opened
To judge the unrighteous dead;
Not by God or the heavenly angels,
But by previous mortals instead.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
The Fall of Friendship
What emotions still bind me here
Caged with this crass ideal
That I should act as others wish
A mouse that spins a wheel
A clown that's here to set the stage
A ghost within the wind
A shadow safe to trample on
We were not really friends
I'm too confused to loose my tongue
And too angry to breathe
I'm too fed up with all this (filth)
And too (ticked) off to leave
Watch as an awkward silence falls
And I appear your toy
The old world seems to melt away
As light reveals the ploy
Like a ferocious volcano
Who's rage can move the earth
And cause such fearful trembling
Before exploding forth
No chains remain within my heart
My thoughts hold certainty
The anger dammed will burst apart
That flood will set me free
Joseph your like the brother i never had,
loosing you has his hit me so bad,
i wish i was still asleep and this was all a nightmare,
cause im scared of wakening up now and admitting to myself that your not there!
I cant bare the thought of never seeing or speaking to you again,
its just not right
i wish your death was something i could fight,
im angry and frustrated that life has turned out this way,
cos theres a few things to you id like to say..
I love u so much i always have
i cant believe im writing this to you,
i keep looking up hoping you'll jump out from somewhere & make me laugh!
You were so funny your patter was class,
even though u were so clumsy and kicked over the odd glass :)
You loved your scrap and any antique,
remember that old fireplace that my dad said you wernt to keep,
No-one thought it was worth anything so you carried it all by yourself and your research paid off you were up 6 tun and they wer all ticked off :)
It's been a few days now that youve been gone and already it feels too long,
I think that the angel who has taken you from us has got it wrong,
But they don't make a mistake,
it's only the special ones that they take
She must've seen that you were one of a kind,
and there was no other person like you she could find,
Were all angry with this angel for taking you away, but no matter what joe forever in our hearts you will stay xx
Oh the sheer delight of being with me
I am allowed to be free when I’m with me
Oh I’m truly ticked off to a tee
When I’m out with thee instead of me
You’re mean and churly, you chew me out
By crickey is that what love’s about
You drive me crazy and I’m going insane
I’m in pain, and you say I’m inane
You’re my Tarzan handsome and brave
I’m the court jester, Mother, lover and slave
It’s fetch this, get this, come here, now go there
Taint fair even in bed I have to stroke your hair
Then there’s sex , Oh we have our share of that
I wonder what it’s like to have a little chat
Yes you’re in and out of my life every day
So why don’t you try to be light and gay
Oh the wondrous joy of being with me
Oh the utter delight to be free of thee
I’d never shout and I’d never pout
And about my needs I would never doubt
I’d buy me chocolates, candy and a big red rose
Mink coats, diamonds and I’d even propose
Pity to end this ditty with this hypothesis
Loves not fair and the bliss of his my nemesis
Panic in the supermarkets!
By the new mad author
Stanley Russell Harris
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.
In the supermarkets do panic I see?
I wonder why, as yesterday.
I was in one food shopping I say.
Not to me. I must now tell.
Was for my daughter, she was unwell.
I tramped the aisles I must say.
All were crowded, as was a Friday.
The shelves were packed with food galore.
So what was the panic, I could not ignore?
Everything on daughters list.
I ticked off in case I missed.
Just in case like I do write.
I might load it twice in my basket alright!
If I had two items that would be wrong.
Unless two were written, so I didn’t go wrong.
Then on the list in writing small, you know.
Was one, (blinking) courgette, was so.
And hey, there was one of them left..
I hope there was nothing I did forget.
PS. For once! I got everything right.
Was too much ham prepacked that’s right.
But as I know my grandson Jay!
I knew he’ll tuck that soon away.
It’s just a fact with boys today.
They need energy X-box to play.
NB. Actually he is a football player.
On the football field, playing in all weathers!
As for mum, my daughter true!
She freezes on the touchline too.
Along with those other mums and dads!
Wishing hot-dog's is what they had.
You know, I’m glad I did not forget.
And get that last, (blinking,) courgette.
The above poem was conjured up in response to learning certain salad foods like Iceberg lettuces, peppers and guess what? Courgettes, were in short supply, being due to poor weather experienced in the growing UN country Spain. Fortunately we have friends in America who do grow courgettes as well, aren’t we lucky? I wonder why we in UK do not grow, such a crop in heated green-houses?
No doubt many people in far-off countries would welcome shopping in a supermarket, so well-stocked as ours, wouldn’t they?
My heart has been broken many times.
And I had shead many tears.
But for the past few BRAKE UP'S my heart has been broken.
But no tears to shead.
I do weep at night when I think back at all the good times we had.
But when the brake up come's face to face I don't cry.
But I do feel miserable, and helpless, and very ticked off.
I don't know what to do.?
*comment if you have any advice ( or any thought)*
-Angel4eva23