It vexes, embarrasses, harasses
without regard for consequences
Hearken, my friend: If a parrot’s rant you’ve heard
Tuck it tightly 'neath your wing
Else you’re no better than the blasted thing
i’ll close my eyes
and pretend snow falls on my eyelids
the snow will melt as i cry
and i will lie and say it’s just the snow
he’ll look me in the eye and say
i know all your secrets
i’ll watch as he tells everyone
i’ll watch as he embarrasses me
i feel the pain in my heart
a sick feeling in my stomach
i will battle with my flesh
i will tear and tug and cut and pick
i will bleed and sob and hurt and get sick
it will only last for a few seconds
because that’s all i will ever mean to anyone
none of them can look me in the eye and say they love me
none of them can look me in the eye and say they’re sorry
i will continuously let them stomp on me
continuously let them hurt me
as long as i can be apart of everyone’s story
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
Leland the artistic elephant was plain at birth
This will not do said his mama with mirth.
An artist, she used his skin as a canvas of course
You could never confuse him with a raven or a horse.
He has style, patterns, colors, and a pretty design.
He is mine says his mother, he is handsome and fine.
Other elephants envy him, they call him artistic guy.
But it embarrasses him, for Leland is shy.
Your fragrance embarrasses me wanting me to become one with you a flower in your garden
She was the cat who would be queen
She practiced her royal curtsy every day
I tried not to be unkind or mean
But she had no ties to royal clay
She spent hours in front of a mirror.
Speaking to her subjects with finesse’
Her siblings rolled their eyes when they were near
They laughed at her speech and dress.
Why do you put on these airs? Asked her mother..
She is persnickety and picks off all kinds of fuzz.
It embarrasses me said her oldest godbrother.
But she kept on keeping on, because it is what she does.
I
When someone like me, embarrasses folk like me
We must have courage, choose the better remedy
Than silence seen as condoning the unspeakable act
Speak with the love we share here, prose and poetry,
Rather than deepen the hurt with thundering quiet
II
All of us lovers, romance poets, penmen of argument
Let our words be the flowers in an eternal monument
Police emotions lead to homicide, further chaos, pain
Why shy away from sharing - No, do not (explain or) vent
Evil by anyone, we all can snap! Stop a runaway trauma-train
Other magicians have it easy – mastering paper, cards, lights, and music.
Not me. Never me. Life has always been hard
But am I used to it? No, not in the least.
The only thing I can make magical are mothers-in-law.
Sometimes I do not even know which ones are the mothers-in-law.
So I have to turn my charm on the whole crowd,
And sixty or eighty mothers-in-law come flying up to the stage.
I can make them sit, spin, twirl, levitate and goose each other.
That really gets the audience going.
In Detroit lives one of the best mothers-in-law to manipulate.
My own mother-in-law, so I try to get there a couple of times a year.
My husband cannot watch; he says it embarrasses him.
She will crow like a rooster, bark like a dog
Beg for treats with her tongue hanging out
One year someone videotaped it to show her later.
Her sense of humor was not what I had hoped.
Now when I get to Detroit I cannot use her
For she is no longer my mother-in-law
But at least I do not have to pack a husband’s bags anymore
As I travel city to city, show to show.
I was a pretty devilish driver, fearlessly wreck-less; a deal is a deal.
I drove a car for six hundred miles, it lost its right front wheel.
I took the car back to the owner, made him give me back my money.
His mother never forgave me this, although she called me honey.
If I could re-do that day, and be nicer, kinder, a bit less me,
I think she and I might have been better friends, this I can plainly see.
I made him pay me back the entire $75. every single horrible dime.
Embarrasses me to this day, as the fault was truly and honestly mine.
I drove the wheels off that car, it was so bad that when I was completely done,
It had to be towed to a junk yard; I know for I married him, her only son.
Well, I'm surprised every day
What this mind of mine will come up with
One would think I would know eh?
Nope! It's a total surprise
Sometimes think I should charge myself an admission fee
For the show, my brain puts on
Today, for instance, seems I'm back on the track
But it's real early, no telling what's round the bend
Could be some great new invention
To help the world finally find peace and all get along
Probably go down in history as the greatest human ever known
Just think, you could say you knew me when
I was just a simple loving man
Writing delightful poetry to help you through the day
No applause please, it embarrasses me
And please no bowing!!!
Monkey chant and fake fraternity front
Brandished on the grand soccer stage
Rush Russian bear invectives to decant
Insanity and indignity rolled into ribald rage.
Monkey chant and plastic smile politics grow blunter
In post-Soviet soccer stadia. Russian bears under the aegis of cosmopolitanism
Cultivate a bilateral and multilateral blunder
In a soccer show that rings and springs up hollow hooliganism.
Monkey chant voiced in soccer stadia
Embarrasses the beautiful ball with blue eyes
Brown eyes regardless of the putrid propaganda mass media
Propagate to unbind spectators in sub-human sties.
Monkey chant is a shame on humanity’s shoulders
On which human faces united by soccer cry
For opportunities to brush and stash aside blunder boulders
That obstacles and debacles of racism and recidivism multiply.
Time is a common early bird
it hasn’t been late in its life
always embarrasses leaders
those who believe are perfect
When cock crows, time has come
When baby is born, time has come
When one dies, time has come
When life ends time has come
Let the world learn from time
It has no supervisor but loyal
No incentive to it but works hard
Truly time is a regular early bird
Learn to be in time as time
Nothing in life you will miss ×2
The color of an apple
picked from a tree
The color of my cheeks
when someone embarrasses me
The color of anger
felt towards a foe
The color of blood
from a nasty blow
The color of the light
at the end of the street
The color of love
which makes the heart beat
The color of the sky
when the sun descends
The color of this poem
from beginning to end
"What Makes Me a Woman?"
Sitting in my bed,
One idle afternoon.
Looking in the mirror.
I asked myself,
For a millionth time,
What makes me a woman?
Is it the role of a daughter?
Mother, wife and a sister?
A heart that is selfless,
Kindness unconditional,
Generous and giving soul.
Beauty that embarrasses the moon,
Warmth that melts snow,
Or passion brighter than the fire.
Or to have no
Desire of my own
And
No hopes that are mine.
Is it the unlived moments,
Unseen dreams
Giving up my life,
My goals for the greater good,
And
Living the life
Chosen for me by the loved ones or
Beloved.
Is it the same epic, eternal question Eve asked when she looked at Adam?
I thought.
My heart,
As stubborn and childish as it could be,
Smiled and whispered to me, “all that makes you human."
Knowing that
You belong to yourself first,
That's what makes you a woman.
Saadia Syed
What hurts is when your best friend ditches you, and you are the one who gets yelled at
What hurts is when a guy you like is too busy with video games or silly little quotes
What hurts is when two guys who are your best friends love you, and all you feel is the love of your friendship
What hurts is having a sister who hates your guts, lies to get you in trouble, embarrasses you in front of her bubblegum friends, and picks fights
What hurts is having friends who care about how you feel
What hurts is knowing you can’t give up, no matter how hard you try
What hurts is that you are reading this and either don’t care, or are pitying me
What hurts is hating the kid next to you because he is a troublemaker and ruins your fun
What hurts is avoiding a kid because he smells bad
What hurts is not being able to tell your parents your deepest, darkest secret
What hurts is thinking of how school sucks and how you just wanna quit
What hurts is that I’m writing this
What hurts is that I don’t care
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