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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Môn, day I see as red,
Not much Fun but Hay get out of bed
Better Run I'd Say full speed ahead
Suppose to be sun today or so they said

Warns you to stop when your in a rush
Also when you are hot or you too blush ...

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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...

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The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined lines we hold so dear
Constants to which we can easily comply
Until someone smarter wanders by.

The first chill of confusion swiftly...

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(521 Australian servicemen were killed in
the Vietnam War.  Menzies = Australian
leader, septic tanks = "yanks", 
Queensberry = fair, as in the rules of
boxing, bonzer = good)

I'm Billy Bohane from Castlemaine - 
it's an Irish name, and rhymes with "pain". 
I was laying the planks...

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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...

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It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally she grabs me; she does every time
I wiggle and wrestle,...

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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...

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