Harried Poems - Poems about Harried

Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare... Earlier this merry month of May a goniff who possibly did gossip about his/her surreptitious exploits when he/she brazenly accessed ATM machine situated at 13 West Ridge Street Lansford Pennsylvania 18232 pulled off outright theft found him/herself in possession of debit card with Mastercard logo (I deduce mail meant for us - particularly the missus got sent to...

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Seth Brown had a popular magic act everybody in town knew that fact. But his rabbit got sick with a display of I C K. Seth fired the rabbit and got a new hat....

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The day my life became harried was not the exact day I married but, the stress turn is deeply storied in all things wife and mother varied: While it is piling up, I attempt bearing up, patience blows up and discord shows up; Known as routine, it makes one mean, it creates pressure, it makes attitudes lesser; not a mustang of emotion, not of magical potion, not made of...

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Society demands, upends Threatening the loss of voice Burying the vitality of self Society wants your disease, craves it Needs you to submit in belief That society is the only support Nature quietly pushes its roots Or sudden adjusts itself Marked by essential movement The water, the land, the fire of the sun Are made for man's bounty Are assembling constantly to provide Living in sync...

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“The children are always interrupting. You never have time for me,” her husband whined as he dropped his dirty clothes right there on the floor by the bed. Trying not to roll her eyes, she gave this quick response to her disgruntled spouse: “The kids, chores and mishaps have me spinning, and you tell me you feel rejected. To have a blissful home takes two. Consideration is key. I’m...

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Life is lived in one breath, especially when it is demanding, through the rush and melee', we miss the things that are so beautiful and carefree, One day rolls into the next, The years go by so fast, which leaves us wondering if we lived life fully, or knew how it felt to really have a "blast"....

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Slipping and sliding along Downhill days of later life Rushing headlong madly With nought to do I think of you Keeping busy haphazardly sadly Frantic antics slowed reactions Thoughts awry with flustered bluster Like swarm of bees in rumble cluster Piling days of constant wrath In aggregating piles Neath slews of good intentions And aggravating smiles Stocks and stacks of special moments Crammed...

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