Why is Congress infected with socialism
which only creates division and schism
Seems to me it’s 'cos Congress just rolls over, plays possum
to forked-tongue liars like Obama, Biden and Trump
The electorate is finally fed up with representatives who won’t fight
against emperors without clothes like the aforementioned chumps
So now they’re voting for charlatans who shout, yell and scream
~ hard-core commies who'll kill forever the American Dream
my horse
knees buckling ~
Hershey squirts
Fed up of giving everything I have and nothing in return. Feeling like affection is something I need to earn.
I crave to cuddled to have his arms round me tight, a kiss on the forehead, a love letter, that’s how it’s supposed to be right ?
All these thoughts run through my head, sleeping alone whilst sharing a bed.
To be held and felt loved that’s all that I have craved.
Where is he? Where is that love that I wish I had saved.
Feeling like this it can be kinda tough , I’m fed up but I won’t give up!
I GAVE EVERYTHING I POUR MY HEART AND SOUL INTO PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T DESERVE IT.
I AM ANGRY I AM HURT I AM DISGUSTED I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR WHAT TO SAY.
I'VE GIVEN MY ALL AND I CAN'T TO DO IT NO MORE I CAN'T CARRY THE LOAD ANYMORE.
I CAN'T TAKE THE HARSHNESS OF PEOPLE ANYMORE IT'S GIVING ME A RASH IT'S BLEEDING THROUGH MY SOUL.
AT THE END OF THE DAY I MUST LOOK OUT FOR ME AND MY WELL-BEING.
I WISH HEAVEN HAD A PHONE I WOULD CALL MY AUNT MARY SHE ALWAYS HAD SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY.
SHE WOULD ENCOURAGE ME SHE WOULD TELL ME SHE LOVED ME WHEN SHE TRANSITIONED I SAID TO MYSELF WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW.
I KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO QUESTION GOD OR EVEN BE SELFISH TO SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN SUFFERING.
OR EVEN MAMA BRENDA WHO WAS MY PRAYER WARRIOR I WISH I TOLD HER THAT I LOVED ONE LAST TIME.
LIFE SEEMS COLDER SINCE THEY LEFT I HAVE ONLY A FEW PEOPLE LEFT BUT NOW I MUST EXAMINE MY CIRCLE AND EVERYONE AROUND ME.
BUT I AM FED UP, DRAINED, OVERWHELMED WITH EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY
Their marriage has to be dissolved,
Nothing again to be resolved,
Twelve good years and problems unsolved,
Their priest had her of guilt absolved,
Mark who had thrice their problem solved,
Three is Lord God's Holy Number,
No case against her being sombre,
She'll stay right through the Judge's Gavel,
And then to Great Britain travel...
Joan: The Fed up with her Marriage,
Not planning to find the courage.
The rainy season arrives
Today we have a gloomy and surly weather
It makes me feel heavy and depressed
Spaced out
Fed up
Finally retreat to a confinement
To avoid being wet out
The bustle and hustle of the outside
Being blocked out
An inner self is left
I feel somewhat alone and lost
Am l really alone
Of course not
I then think of my loved ones
I then think of God
Who is ever ready to attend to us
I'm tired of
the preening
the posturing
the posing
I'm fed up with
the pretending
the petulance
the pessimism
Time for a new mirror
~ or perhaps a new me
This isn't new, it's just the rain
the same old storm,
the same terrain
Same torrents drown me out again
but you'll not pull me under, just yet
You twist my trusting weathervane,
'til cold feels warm
and you seem sane,
then hit me with a hurricane
but tonight, I'm not going to get wet
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Date: 08/14/2020
Contest: Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Bored Out Of My Brain!
I’m home, learning how to paint
Trying not to faint
Learning the piano and
Painting like Picasso
Isn’t really that hard
What was all the fuss about?
Dreaming of meeting family
Tired of being alone with me
Wanting all this crap to end
Though I only have one friend
Doing things they say I can’t
Wish I could paint like
Rembrandt
Running out of things to amuse
Only the gin to abuse
Watched thirty episodes of Minder
And Bobby Moore playing a blinder
Football from seventy-six
And get some more brushes
From Wicks
David Cox 23/05/20
Relax and calm down she said. How can I with all these emotions running through my head?
See that's the problem. You never actually listen to what I have to say. That's because everything you say, causes me much dismay.
You just don't get it. That's the problem I have with you. Well if that's your main problem with me,then I really wish I was you. Because if you were me, then you would see all the problems you create for me unnecessarily. I would tell you to stop it. If I were you.
But i'm not you. That's the reason I don't do the crap that you do. I do for you what I can do. You don't even try to do for me. Your transparent or should I say see through? In fact I'm done with this poem because i'm totally done with you.
10/18/19
contest: give me your best new poem poetry contest
Sponsor; emile pinet
I can't take it anymore
it's dead and gone and it's for sure
I'm done with it, this is the end
there's nothing left here to pretend
please take it away from me
because I don't really agree
The truth is I'm fed up with it
so leave it all and let me sleep
Wind in time
Rapes the emotions, vacillating within
Moments shot down in flames
What can I do with these shattered pieces?
I've lost my voice, beneath their screams
I've been silent
Bending backwards till I've been broken,
I watch their love go up in smoke
Help me rise, stoke the flames that burn
When I pray for release
Will I rise from the ashes?
You can use my anger to see how silence has desecrated my soul
use me as a makeshift gauge
…for how much I give
…for how much I take
I can't hold this much longer
I've been watching, I've been silent,
Watching my life go up in smoke
Will I rise from the ashes?
When the smoke has vanished
When I pray for deliverance
I will not hesitate to stand,
I will rise
without fear.
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
Congress claims Donald Trump is psychotic
Yet we all must remain patriotic
To work everyday
Without any pay
Makes my landlord and grocer neurotic!
Fed Up With Trump
Up with Trump we are finally fed;
Up wide creek is where it all led;
Brain depleted;
Have deleted;
Trump is nocturnal and wet in bed.
Can't imagine a chick in bed with
him and getting wet all over. Here
we have to go all over again.
Jim Horn
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