camouflaged
characteristics~
complainer,
conniving
comprehensibly contained
cold heart within self
Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender
Dressing room to try dresses on.
It was a no-go.
Pain was agonizing, excruciating.
To make matter worse -
4 teens in one dressing room,
2 girls, 2 guys.
Can you tell me why
the department store staff doesn’t
handle this and it is as if you
are the complainer, as if
they are doing you a favor.
Then I hear the guys
and their excuses. Oh the pain.
“Honey, it’s not you, but I can’t stay.”
I tell this to my husband, and we’re
on our way. The timing was all off.
I just couldn’t take it. It was psychological.
It was physical. It was too much.
It was pretty much a 9 out of 10,
just before tears. I will try again soon
to find a dress for my cruise.
Doc has spurred me on my way.
Took a month to get in as a new
patient…oh to be that patient!
The Golden Rule
Help someone if and when you can
Help people as often as possible.
Give when you can even when your chips are low.
Try to do at least one good deed per day.
Malice towards none no matter how badly they may have wronged you.
Keep your heart stress free and worry free-hating none.
Be extremely honest-Let Honesty be your guide.
Be bluntly honest. Be Frank.
Be kind to others.
Be Kind, Be Kind, Be Kind--The emphasis is on being kind. Live to be kind to others and to animals.Good Karma will come back towards you like a rocket and overwhelm you.
Be Kind 25 hours a day in thoughts, words and deeds. Let Kindness rule your life.
Be kind even to those who are unknid to you.
Try hard not to bear malice nor envy.
As far as possible avoid confusionof any sort.
According to my deceased mom..teacher Mildred...as far as possible try not to be the complainer nor the complained.
And if you feel I left out any important one....put it in the comments section please. Your suggestions will be most welcomed. Thank you in advance.
Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming.
The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming.
The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave.
Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave.
This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest.
There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue cheese best.
He scooted aside for his brothers, and his sister began to wail.
They have the best seats she whined; a complainer without fail.
The Thankful Attorney
9/2/2023
“Grateful I went to university,” he whispered.
So joyful was he for his sparkling new office..
He smiled, just recalling nights as a waiter!
He’d walk home, in snow deep winters.
A man of dreams, far from a complainer.
Gratefulness sang songs in his blood.
God gave him the strong gift of ambition.
To serve his fellow man, he was indeed.fated.
That night, in his office ,he stunned the stars.
Bursting with pure joy,he had do sing.
“Amazing Grace, how good thou art!”
His life, as an Attorney. off to a munificent start!
Romios
Poem 2
“In My Own Style”
I was a negative teen, not depressed -
My diary declared I was.
A complainer indeed, no one stopped me;
Only a sociology teacher
gave me some definitions to ponder.
I was a listener back then -
the friend not the one that needed advice
yet. But
no one heard me; I was cut off
from the world. Sheltered
is what my aunts said.
Seemed shameful, sad.
Pondered for years what it meant.
You really don’t know…
You don’t know what it means…
Then you don’t know how it fits
and then you ponder…
how do I fit?
I went to Catholic school from Kindergarten through 7th.
In 7th grade I had a teacher who told us about a séance
he was in. Who let him through the door?
That year I had a Ouiji board…what in the world
was going on THAT year! Later
I rebuked all of that and more.
I gave it up for the Lord, I adore.
All that gunk clogs up your spiritual arteries.
A steady diet of biblical truth cleans one out.
What makes the campfire boho I asked the complainer.
They are weird, loose and carefree, said Nosy McGainer.
She wears long ruffled dresses, Mr. Gainer suggested.
They have so much company, their camper is often congested.
I suggest you find another campfire, I told the McGainers.
They had been a blight on the campground for years, these complainers.
I met the boho couple and their children, all five were a delight.
The McGainers moved down the road, and we all had a great night.
Wherever you go, don't forget
Bring your own sunshine along
To brighten up the path you travel
Singing a happiness song
It's certainly possible, look at me
Can't wipe this smile from my face
Mona Lisa can't hold a candle to Jacko
Brightening the darkest place
Am I happy with my life so far
Bet yer sweet bippie I am
Was never much of a complainer ever
Or a down-in-the-mouth type man
So wherever you go, don't forget
Give everyone a big high five
Never leave home without your sunshine
You'll brighten up so many lives
joyful
enthusiastic, childlike
twirling, cartwheeling, playing
delight, cheerleader, grump, complainer
stewing, pouting, frowning
downtrodden cynical
depressed
(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.)
Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball,
you clink to just a few, but affect us all.
Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free,
I'd love to be like you and sail every sea.
Silent, famous one, you're the talk of every town.
Corona, king of viruses, you boast your power crown.
Like a ruler, you dictate where I can and cannot go.
School has been cancelled as if there had been snow.
Now I type assignments from my busy laptop
and picture my friends at our empty bus stop.
You hold me inside like a vending machine container,
but since I get to miss school, I won't be a complainer.
6/11/20
Women are not honey
Women are natural biological attraction for men
their voice, body and contours are men's fascination
Women however, can make man jump over the roof
Women can be constant complainer
Women can be nagging to extreme
Women can try to control and make you a toy
Women can be asking for money and make you cry
Women may show no love or for you no care
So remember women are not honey
The Complainer
I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
People say I'm lucky, that I could have arthritis
Or a bad back.
But my backs all right and I don't have arthritis.
What do I care for bad backs and arthritis?
I got a bum knee; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
Your problems are your own, nobody elses;
But to you, your problems are the thing that's most important.
So you see? I got a bum kneel; and the pain like fiery fingers
Plunges through it when I walk.
They complain in the morning because their night was a fright
They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right.
They complain to everyone who enters their sight
They complain and complain, long into the night.
At first these complainers are rather entertaining
They complain about their umbrellas, and the fact that it’s raining
They complain about others, not ever refraining.
But after a while, others run away from their constant complaining
They complain about the traffic, and see others as bad.
They complain about their children, whose lives must be sad.
They complain about their parents, their mom more than their dad.
They complain until they lose every almost-friend they ever had.
They complain about their life, and the heat of the sun.
They take away our energy, zap our strength, and sour our fun.
They complain about their hot dog, and its tasteless bun.
If you see one, get out of there, fast, on a dead run.
On my last nerve
Lately everything
You say and do gets
On my last nerve
Why is is now starting
To bug me so the way
You are used to not
Even chare how you
Acted used to not
Even recognise how
Much of a complainer
You were but not its
As if the blinders are
Off and I realize everything
That I used to be able
To ignore
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