Best Vexatious Poems

It's 3 am,
her pillow soaked in regret.
Loss has left her spirit lonesome,
darkness a definition of insanity.

In the silence of the night,
vexatious voices vibrate inside
her somber state of mind.

Restless, she sits at her proverbial piano,
as a plethora of pain bleeds through
her fingers onto ebony and ivory...

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“Psychotic hallucinations, whether they are visual or vocal, they address you. They accuse you. They seduce you. They humiliate you.
They jeer at you. You interact with them.”
Oliver Sacks  

This is not an illusive myth,
this is my unspoken tale,
woven in infernal syllables of sorrow,
of how...

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When I was about sixteen I bought my first car a '37 Ford.
I thought I was hot stuff as about the town I roared!
It had straight pipes and a radio from which the music blared,
But for some reason my feckless youth the cops never shared!

Nowadays,...

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Dawn seeps soundlessly in to scatter the darkness.
Around is silence and quiet and calm.
From my lofty balcony, I can admire the serenity
Of the vast immensity of the ocean, all smell of balm.

Let tranquillity invade my lonely soul, O Lord.
The arduous day will soon be full...

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 “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi

Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem - 
to express unspoken thoughts.

I remember when she said,

"Cue me...

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I aped to a blue heron to a man who wrote his deed.
Once you're at the final of the story, no woe is needed.

If death appeared to be appropriate, life would be aimless.
If you have survived death mysteriously, you can live endless.

You lift it, provided...

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Cling to the last fragments of your credence 
Forgetting all mistakes and faults 
Forgiving the critics of their impotence 
and slandering those the world exalts 
They can lock an animal in a cage 
Depriving it of its God-given right 
However can never take away its...

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Fixing our own mistakes can be quite a vexatious trial
Laughing at our errors often brings us a humorous smile
Asking others for assistance is not a sign of weakness
What it shows is a humble nature known as meekness

Because of our human imperfection we get things wrong
That...

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A vexatious question posed by kids of every generation,
One that sets parents to gnashing their teeth with irritation,
And tends to spread a pall over a well-planned vacation,
Is, "Are we there yet?" along the way to their destination!

From the rear seat, there's a paucity of civil...

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The kind heart ***** cook saved me, “Pitch all your sweet meats over-board and turn upon the hearty salt beef and ship bread . . .you’ll be as
hearty as any of ‘em afore you are up to the horn.” 
They called the cook “Doctor”, and...

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The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the...

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I reckon I've seen about everything in my nigh four-score years.
Obnoxious teens, obnoxious elders and unpleasant Wall-Mart cashiers,
And those baggy pants with the crotch nearly reaching to the knees,
But folks with a cell phone in their ear compare to none of these!

Some people sport spiked...

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Yesterday, my heart felt a little tapping
Coming from the inside, a friendly rapping
It grew strong then weak, refreshed then weary
Sometimes ordinary, sometimes eerie
So I opened the door and looked inside
Looked past the smiles I've held and the tears I've cried
Right above where passions subside 
I...

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There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing to ease our miserable woes!

Praise the Lord for geront-ologists who...

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PYRRHIC EVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


There once was a time in this great land
When folks said “ yes sir” and “yes maam”
Those days are ancient, eroded away
Where are we headed, I’m afraid to say
A time when the elderly were respected
A time when vulgar language, not accepted
A time...

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