Disgruntled Poems - Poems about Disgruntled

This is written in defense of the contest sponsors who are being disrespected by a 'poet' who feels his entries were not judged fairly. In separate posts, he contested their judgement. They should never be publicly harassed by a poor sport. Someone is disgruntled and quite perturbed so, he wrote about it. Could be he is disturbed Got...

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Be a blessing to us and stop writing such trash With hypocritical flair making our teeth gnash, All your talk of being so close to the good Lord Falls flat when you slice fellow poets with a sword Why do you harass those who enter contests? Seems there is jealousy in your lame protests, You do not get comments, most of...

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The Gods created music so poets would not have to talk. The dramatic or moody warblers stood forth. Now we had a sing-song mouth for the scribes. You’d think that both singers and writers would be content to plaster the page and air with these heaven-sent arts, but no, poets sulked, grew sullen their egos swollen to an eighth degree. None could not be silent, And so they invented...

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Did I not speak words of greatest import While seeking your attention for the vote? On my best behavior I surely did comport. With unsavory characters I did not consort Lest my reputation be found in the moat Did I not speak words of greatest import? I did my best to bring constituents comfort Over your little ones I never failed to...

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I am not inventing this disgruntled troll Who writes nasty messages gloomy and droll Seems unhappy with everything I prize Glad I do not see things through her eyes Nor do I believe everything is going to hell If only things were her way, all would be well Unfortunately her view of America is morose Which she disses with poems much too...

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I'm going to the zoo. Oh, I am going to have some fun, I get to see the kangaroos and the baboons too. The happy sun is shining and I'm standing in front of the cage of one, very slow moving, Sloth suspended from a tree limb. While no one was looking, I put my arm...

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Eight o’clock, Eight o’clock – Children, arise. Out in the yard you can chase butterflies! Nine o’clock, Nine o’clock – Children don’t dawdle! You move like a duck who can’t even waddle. Ten o’clock, Ten o’clock – Children it’s late! Really, I haven’t all morning to wait. Eleven o’clock – Kids, you have to get going. Your kites I’ve got ready. A...

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In every weary word, there is a selfish storm, Within a blinding blurred of a formless form… Thoughts are lost amidst the negligent nights, Tongues are tossed upon blasphemous bites. Cloudy confusion arises from its sacrificial still, As the able abeyant advises the wandering will… The silence surrenders to the drowning deluge, For the rain remembers to release in its refuge. Where the...

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There was once a recruit named Hubie Hunt, Who hoped to fly but was told "no" so blunt, "Sorry, you ain't qualified" So Hubie was certified To tote a...

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As the guests arrive, I share a pew with myself. ...

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Is this thing on? I've got something to say! Is this thing on? Probably no one is listening anyway! We live in a place based on unity Why are we having such disparity? We can't represent without proper tools Dissing each other is just plain cruel. I thought we were supposed to be indivisible which means our bond can't be broken United...

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Here I stand on the front lawn for all gawking passersby to see; A convenient spectacle on which neighborhood dogs choose to pee! I try to keep my cool (so to speak) as people make sport of me, With carrot nose, silly hat, arms formed from branches of a tree! A corncob pipe clamped between charcoal teeth shapes my...

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'Twas time once again to saddle up for the annual world tour, Another flying trip around the earth that they must again endure! "I'm a-gittin' too old fer this flyin' business!" declared Prancer! "That fat old man is sure gittin' a burden to tote!" exclaimed Dancer! "The old man gets the treats - all we git is oats!" grumbled...

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He comes to work in no such haste, And wishes he’s some other place; “Oh, I believe, ” he always say, “I’m overworked and underpaid! ” Yet for every day that Heaven made, Still he shows up just the same. After all, he needs the pay; The wife must eat, anyway. Much full of regret and reproach, He...

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Should a pig ever get laryngitis Well he wouldn’t be pleased in the least For, not being able to talk to his friends He would be such a disgruntled beast...

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