Best Whinge Poems
Some people can be so ignorant
I know they're not to blame
They see me in my wheelchair
And say “Aw, isn't it a shame”?
I say “Hello, I’m fine”
And you don't know what to do
Just because I am disabled
Don't assume my brain is too
Whenever you get stressed
You can walk along the beach
With no facilities for the disabled
To me it’s out of reach
I'd like to go on holidays
But I stay at home instead
Because no matter where I go
I need a hoist to go to bed
My bowel and my bladder
Are affected by my medication
It angers me when disabled toilets
Have poor sanitation
On the bus, the driver puts down a ramp
And I can hear you whinge
When your shopping trolley is in my way
And sometimes my wheels impinge
I wait at zebra crossings
And I know my green cross code
But the timing on the lights means
I don't have time to cross the road
My legs may no longer work
But my brain power is perfect
So next time you see me in the town
Please have some respect
If you'd like to know how I am
Don't be afraid to ask
My disability isn't catching
And it isn't a difficult task
I'll tell you how I am
And I’ll ask how you are too
Overlook my disability
It isn’t hard to do
Categories:
whinge, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on what will be my new daily grind. To Afghanistan I flew to fight for my country, I’m with my brothers, never alone, a promise made to my family. I’m coming home.
Day in day out protecting the base, going on patrol our sole aim, avoiding deaths ugly face. Living in conditions that are a right state whilst civvies whinge with hate “you joined up so why do you moan”? I don’t care but if they think they can do better they are welcome to take my place, if they dare. I only know. I’m coming home.
Taking fire, it’s all go now need to get across this streambed then, “ pow”, feels like I’ve been punched like a boxer in the final round. All I can hear now is “man down, man down” will this be my last sound? I can see the medics and my mates working on me till I breathe my last as I’m carried from the field under the rotors hurricane blast, it’s finally got through my dome……. I’m coming home.
Now they are all gathered round, family crying, mates recalling the best of times, the only sound, I’m carried in my union flag draped coffin on my final journey and laid in the ground, no more crying no more sound….. I’m home.
Categories:
whinge, emotions, military,
Form:
Rhyme
Lifting the Veil
You see, Mr Bilton, Sir
This trumpet that you gave me
Fails my musical sense to stir
A guitar would surely save me
A guitar is all I yearn
Should I whinge and whine and wail
Or will His Dominance make mine turn
A whiter shade of pale
My puny chest draws deep a breath
My lips pucker to tweet
The notes inside were lost to death
Instead of sounding sweet
Sorry Sir, embarrassed I
For all that I exhale
Leaves the effort that I ply
A whiter shade of pale
Relenting to the obvious
He throws at me a strummy
It ain’t no Stradivarius
But sits well on me tummy
I plucks vibrations on the strings
My muse it lifts the veil
For on his rosy cheek there clings
A whiter shade of pale.
For Arcy’s, ‘Sing to Me’ Contest
Inspired by; Whiter Shade of Pale
Categories:
whinge, music,
Form:
Quatern
A traced path you walk on
the hands of God lend in motion a Light
you cross the heart of Nature
overflowed... at a loss!
overlapped are your worlds
ever entranced are your words.
The call, not whispered, neither spelled
just an urge... a push out of nowhere
to an open wide gate of fate.
Nameless is your state
dismantled are the pieces inside
your heart loses its mind
your mind evades its head
your soul hypnotized!
Many a hole roaming your very whole
nothing under control
everything tempting to the bone.
None to blame!
How to flee the strain?
What can a soul serve to silence the whinge?
What can a mind consider to contain a pain?
What can a heart attain to remain sane?
None to blame!
The gleam of Faith blesses you awake
to a truth, one only truth
you wane trying to conceive
what you cannot perceive.
Surrender and seize the spark
radiate serene bliss
held together and blessed is your soul.
Categories:
whinge, allah, blessing, faith, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Can’t catch em
Outlived my time
Click of eyes, no chime
Still young a bantam rooster
Old people seem to lose the rhyme
Can’t catch em like I u-ster
To walk alone it is my path
Lonesome on the fringe
Time sometimes brings a merry laugh
But who am I to whinge
A kiss for lovers in the mist
A cuddle neath the stars
The right one have I maybe missed
Neath Jupiter and Mars
But onward ever onward
To quest and often fail
Knight errant fearless undeterred
He seeks the Holy Grail
Categories:
whinge, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
Lenny the leprechaun was addicted to ****
He watched every day on the internet
Then he'd sleep from dusk to dawn
Having dreams he couldn't forget .
So his magic he is weaving
He will make a Colleen of his own
In him she'd be believing
Then he wouldn't have to sleep alone.
Burnt straw would make her raven hair
Clover gave her eyes of green
A little padding here and there
He had soon made a beautiful Colleen.
He cast his spell and all was well
As she took human form
To be sure she'd love him he could tell
She even felt so nice and warm .
So he gave her his sexiest wink
and cast an eye toward the stairs
She tried to talk but could only blink
For no sound was there there.
Aha thought he , Silly me
Then he gave her a voice
She sounded so sultry and so sexy
He felt his heart rejoice.
That was until she spoke to her new bloke
Telling him to get those ideas out of his head
All this stuffing and padding this room is a joke
and I bet you haven't even made the bed .
Just like a man you've done half a job
Now I've got cook and clean
Don't you dare whinge and shut your gob
There will be no rest for Sweet Colleen .
Poor old Lenny the leprechaun
Now hides in the garden shed
Never more will he watch ****
Such thoughts never enter his head.
Categories:
whinge, funny,
Form:
Narrative
Let's whinge about homework,
Always a fuss, that's what it's worth,
I am sure in the Year 9000 AD,
Teens shall whinge about it to me,
Or even little chicks and dudes,
Who gives them homework after school?
"Only a challenge!" old chalkies say,
I've heard their moans many a day,
Always a fuss, or non-compliance,
Maybe a non-homework alliance,
Yes, I've heard all the whinges today,
Whinging's fun, I always say,
Moan, moan, homework works both ways,
Let's all whinge about homework today!
Categories:
whinge, children, homework, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you turn T-Rex on me!
I want a turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode!
Categories:
whinge, anti bullying, conflict, fun,
Form:
Free verse
In the beginning
There was love,
the countryside kind of loving
where we laid out in an old hammocks
under the shadow of the sycamores tree,
feeling that cool breeze on our face
it was just a little taste
of the country living;
a large pitcher of lemonade in the icebox
Nana’s laundry blowing in the wind
Everything back then seem so innocent and benign
my friend and I were on a natural high
we giggle, guffaws, from chuckles to cackles
as we lean our head back: and our laughter
were as loud as the dogs barks;
while the whole flock of chickens cackle loudly
in a disorderly manner;
However, we held each other so tight
Until the stars came out and whinge about us
Suddenly, granddad yelled,
“Small Point!
It’s time to come inside”
I remember you hid under the shed
In the beginning
There was love and twenty years later
Five children.
The Poem have its own vernacular?
however, do enjoy the read.
Categories:
whinge, beautiful, culture, dedication, first
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The smell
What is that smell? Can’t you tell,
It’s just some tory twit,
Crawling up to the masters well,
To see if he can fit,
They whinge an whine about the time,
When we all worked for naught,
Unions got us money fine,
But then, greed for cheap was thought,
So the rich Hoggy went offshore,
Sweatshops in Asia still,
Greedy piggy he wants more,
Exploit the poor he will,
A hundred thousand workers came,
Cheap labor in our land,
Get em cheap, overseas the same,
The poor are in demand,
So vote for your master,
The one who despises you ,
Cheap labor for-ever after,
Till eternity does spew…
Don:}
Categories:
whinge, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Our species stands against her tidal flows,
Yet revels in the beauty of her pow’r,
Too fast we live to see what gently grows,
Then cuss her name when it seems all turns sour.
We think we know better than Mother Earth,
Our dirty ways the ones that should now be,
But she it is that gave all life its birth,
From mountain tops to deep within the sea.
In summer’s breeze we want her soothing touch,
Yet whinge and moan if winds then blow a gale,
Or winter’s snows affect our lives too much,
But nature knows she must balance the scale.
To look with joy upon her sacred face,
It is her divine ways we must embrace.
Form: English Sonnet
Categories:
whinge, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
You know its so short lived but do we not think or realise
Who gives it a second thought, it's gone before your eyes
It sounds cynical your born, you live, you die, end of story
One frowns but guess it's part of the cycle of life’s journey
Though I would still question what about the in-between
What’s ones intension we ask our self’s what dose it mean
You know I was once told that time, it will wait for no man
Go with the flow, whinge and whine, or do the best you can
With obstacles to tackle, herldes to jump ,bridges to cross
At times there’s miracles, theirs hope and too, love and loss
What a drag, if not enjoyed, it's endured, where is the rapture
A zigzag, getting annoyed or bored, moments we try to capture
There's no straight path in this life, it's like one side or the other
Makes you laugh or cry at times it's rife , so much too discover
But gone so fast, like your picture taken then faded into obscurity
A touch of a button, a flash, I guess it's just apart of life's journey
WITH THIS I WAS TRYING TO DELVE IN TO THE MEANING OF LIFE LIE SORT OF THING
GOT LOST AND BORED WITH IT FINALY BROIGHT TO AN END I STARTED TIS JANUARY 2012
WAY BEFORE I CAME ON THE SOUP MAYBE ILL CHANGE IN FUTURE M TAKE ON THE CYCAI
ALREADY ON SOUP BUT FAR TO LONG ALL OVER THE PLACE IN BETTER CONTEXT
NOT SO MUCH ABOUT MYSELF BUT UNIVERSAL...........................completed January 2013
LIFES JOURNEY WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
NOTE THIS WAS ON HERE BUT DELETED AS FELT ALL OVER THE PLAC THIS IN BETTER CONTEXT
OF WHAT AM TRYING TO GET ACROSS........................this is not a rehearsal you only get one life
NOTE DONT KNOW WHY i TRYED REWORKING THIS AS MESSED IT UP PUT BACK
AS WAS AND CHNGED LAST TWO LINES TO FIT WITH TITLE
Categories:
whinge, write,
Form:
Rhyme
Yes! The term has ended!
Feels like all they did was whinge and w(h)ine
But they also make me proud
To work in a school I claim as mine
They've had their tears and tantrums
But so much fun and laughter as well
They're what makes my job heaven
With just a little taste of hell!
So, as we close for summer
And wonder what next year features
I can put my hand on my TA heart
And say I truly love my teachers!!
Categories:
whinge, school,
Form:
Who was it?
Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked the nurses, closed the wards,
Tory Doctors stopped complaining,
Not a whinge from them is heard?
Who was it?
Who was it promised the Public Servants,
Oh yes your jobs are safe?
Who wants contracts for all the workers,
Cheaper labor across the state,
Who was it, blames poor Anna,
For the cost of floods an cyclone,
Who is the meanest penny pincher,
uncrowned king upon the throne?
Nah not him, his brain’s on loan,
…
Who was it?
Who turfed out the handicapped,
From Council caravan parks and places,
Took Carer pensions from the parents,
While he smiles and laughs, erases,
Who never wanted the Clem7 tunnel,
And said it wasn’t me,
And in the council t’was mouth a funnell,
Who now lies so eloquently,
Who was it,
the tunnel pusher in council, was,
Clem 7 failed to make the rich, richer,
undermined ole Brisbane, just because,
too dear, no money in the picture,
the greedy tolls, failed thereof,
the money guys are surely bitter,
because of no shiny glitter,
money of, no money of ….
very sad hey….
Who is running our state?
Don Johnson
Categories:
whinge, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Washing Up
It's high time I did the washing up
What a chore, What a bore,
I crept into the Kitchen, just look at the mess
Now I want to wash up, even less
A baking tray on its edge
Seventeen glasses! on the window ledge
A chopping board with smears unknown,
Just more cause to whinge and moan
All the pots and pans are used and left in disarray
Somethings in the corner which once, was beef satay
Cutlery on plates, cutlery in bowls
Find an empty patch is the first of my goals
Oven door open and the plates rammed on a shelf
A column of coffee cups hidden on the floor with stealth
I sigh to myself "Let the washing commence"
And start stacking dishes until the pile is too dense
And then of course I have to stop
Drying up to do on top
I take a moment and look around
it looks a little less thank god! I sure I nearly drowned
Now change the water and start again
Glasses first, wipe away the red wine stain
Big sharp knives one two three
Then mugs and cups and cutlery
A knife, a fork, a black fish slice
A knife, a spoon, a tray for ice
A spoon, a knife, a pizza wheel
A fork, a spoon, and potato peel
Yuk
The washing bowl is empty, the pans are put away
The hob is clean and tidy, ready for another day
Just a quick look round, I know I'm almost done
If there is anything else, I think I might just run
The cups are marching in the cupboard, handles right
Glasses are put away and the door, closed tight
The plates are neatly piled all ordered by size
The bowls are stacked on top in high rise
At last I've done all that I'm able
I collapse into a chair
Three glasses on the coffee table
Just sitting there
Categories:
whinge, home,
Form:
Rhyme