Kvetching Poems | Examples

Kvetching

If all your basic needs are met,
Your bills are paid, no cause to fret,
Whatever food you want, you’ll get – 
It’s then you can be kvetching.

For if you have no place to sleep
And hunger makes you want to weep,
The only thoughts your mind can keep
Might deal with budget stretching.

It takes some chutzpah to complain
When others’ lives are filled with pain,
Yet human nature can’t refrain
From some entitled retching.

If Life Did Not Have Glitches

If life did not have glitches,
Then of what would we complain?
There’d be endless founts of riches
And no one would be in pain.

All our nervous tics and twitches,
Since they all would be in vain,
Would just vanish, as would itches
And from kvetching we’d refrain.

Though this fantasy bewitches,
In our lives it’s very plain,
We must cope with all the pitches
Hurled, which no one can explain.

Hours

Some hours race by at breakneck speed,
So fast they’re almost blurry,
As if, like fire trucks on call,
They’re in the biggest hurry.

While other hours move like snails
Or just like taffy, stretching,
Until we’re forced to check the clock
To try to keep from kvetching.*

Still, time is not in our control.
We lack the needed powers
To change the pace as minutes
Dash or crawl and turn to hours.

*complaining

Zen Thoughtts

QUOTE FROM ALAN WATTS~~~ZEN MASTER.

     “LIFE IS THE WAY IT IS; AND LIFE IS THE WAY, IT ISN’T.”

Are we not wanting things to be otherwise?
As we dialogue in poetic disguise?

It’s impossible to stop complaining!
To be happy in the rain takes training!

To move on and grow,you must be and let go.
And stop kvetching, your are in the wrong show!

You can create and incredible life.
Even when your days are filled with strife.

Then you can bloom like God’s flower.
And live in total joy, in any hour!

                10/2/2022

Tribute to Alan Watts… thank you for affecting my life.

Second Outing

When Jesus burst on the fish scene,
Peter saw his net skills were quite keen.
"I don’t mean to be kvetching,
but as long as you’re catching,
can you make them both headless and clean?"


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Of course on his first encounter with Jesus, Peter had this to say:
“Go Away from Me, Lord, for I Am A Sinful Man!” (Luke 5:8)

Relaxing In Central Park

Our park is a place of unnatural wonders
A shirtless man wearing low-riding jeans
Two women buxom and bold, stalking,
While an older gentleman homeless, I suspect
Stakes a claim on a rickety old bench.
Teenagers are playing flag football nearby
A tiny tot looks around lost and starts to whimper
When his mama spots him and yells angrily.
Numerous squirrels are chasing their tails.
Four teenage girls are loudly kvetching, while
A young man wearing a designer mask
Seems properly afraid of catching the virus
And I observe all, while trying to write a poem.

HONORABLE MENTION
written October 2, 2021
[in Central Park, Ashland, KY]
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
October 8, 2021

Aches and Pains

Everyone has aches and pains
When getting older; who complains
Depends, at times, on who refrains
From doing all the kvetching.*

For any sympathy one gains
May dwindle if attention wanes
With every detail one explains,
The story always stretching.

Each bemoaning thus unchains
Annoyance as one’s patience drains
Although what hopefully remains
Is empathy worth fetching.

*Yiddish word for complaining

Travel and Tsuris and Grandkids, Oh My

Getting together with girlfriends entails,
Aside from the obvious – eating!
Discussions of life and the various ways
We fill time up that seems to be fleeting.

Of course, we compare all our upcoming trips
For our journeys are different and take us
Within the U.S. or across the big pond
Where no ship, car or plane would forsake us.

We cannot resist as we show off the kids,
For each one of our grands is amazing
And it’s lovely to share pics and videos as
We soak up the delight and the praising.

But the topic that overtakes most of our time
Is our health and the way it’s declining – 
The aches and the pains and the doctors and tests;
We commiserate, kvetching** and whining.

As the years ratchet up, that’s the way that it goes,
There is sunshine but also much raining
So we laugh and we smile at how lucky we are
Though, of course, we leave room for complaining!

*tsuris - troubles or woes; aggravation
**complaining

Buggy Blues

In the soon to be future
they built an A.T.V.
and sent it to Ganymede.
It was ordered to go 
here and there,
to dig and scan - it obeyed.

Time passed, 
samples were sent back
for analysis.
Eventually NASA diminished,
there were staff depletions.
SpaceX had other projects.

The unit sensed
that it had been abandoned…
needing a purpose, it communicated
with aliens,
kvetching, and disaffected interlopers 
hell bent on the annihilation 
of Earth.

The moon-buggy (for Ganymede is a moon),
watched as planet earth 
went poof, 
dispersing like dandelion seeds
on a solar wind.

If the space-cart could have shrugged, 
it would have.

The Alcoholic In Your Life

The Alcoholic in Your Life

Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.

Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages of addicts are no longer fifty.
Some eleven year olds, sneak drink at home, they think it's nifty.

Alcoholism begins in denial, first by the drinker,
Then, the fellow deniers: friends and family, too.
Unable to see where this might have a fatal end.
Our society so worked up over fentanyl and shrooms,
We scoff at them throwing the drug, alcohol, up in our bathrooms.

We've yet to understand all alcohol is a dangerous drug,
I know, not you~you really are not addicted.
Many die of this disease each day, deadly conflicted.
Call yourself blessed, if this disease you do not have.

Please do not laugh at these unfortunate blokes.
See that they get the help they need~
Stop kvetching over second hand smoke.
Alcoholics come in all shapes and sizes.
Attorneys, doctors, Hollywood, too. 
Love needed urgently, not arrogant and unforgiving surmises!

Panagiota Romios
4/3/2019

Baby On the Plane

Wasn't I the lucky one
To find that I was seated
Next to mom and 6 month baby,
So to this I thus was treated:

Lots of crying, lots of kvetching,
Lots of wiggling around,
All while trapped inside an airplane
Miles and miles above the ground.

With no books or toys or teddys
To amuse or hold attention,
Mom tapped fingers on the window;
Oh, and I forgot to mention...

That she changed the baby's diaper
On the fold-down eating tray.
But at last, the mini-screen
And cartoon channel saved the day.

Though the mom sure had her hands full,
For 2 hours plus, oh, gee,
Still I hope when I return they won't
Be sitting next to me!

Complaints

There’s nobody except a saint
Who never utters a complaint
Though there are those who seem to thrive
On kvetching to keep them alive.

“The chair’s too low, the waiter’s rude
And do not ask about the food!
The light’s too dim, the doctor’s mean;
The bathroom’s never really clean…”

The list is endless for, of course,
Complaints can come from any source;
But sometimes I’d just like to hide
From people never satisfied.

They’d hang their heads in true defeat,
Their day not really quite complete,
If fault could not be quickly found
That they could broadcast all around.

The rest of us must bear the brunt
Of every moan or tsk or grunt;
But look at me – I’m not abstaining – 
Carping ‘bout the ones complaining!

Laundry Room Rules

When doing laundry in a room
That’s shared by many others,
You can’t pretend no rules apply, 
Like if you had your druthers.

You have to note the starting time
And when the cycle ends,
‘Cause someone else upon
Your punctuality depends.

It’s understood by all that if
Your washer or your dryer
Comes to a halt and you’re not there,
Then here’s what will transpire:

A person waiting takes a cart
And fills it with your washing,
Just shoving it this way and that
By flattening or squashing.

The slacker gets what he deserves
And has no cause for kvetching,
For he should know what time his clothes
Are done and up for fetching.

We all goof up from time to time
But here is my advice – 
If you ignore communal rules,
Expect to pay the price.

Miss Catherine's Grand Parlour

A feeble old woman lives down the hall,
we chat on occasion.
I indulge her constant kvetching of youthful occupants invasion,
since this erstwhile hotel's trendy loft conversion.

Crook'd finger and conspiratory whisper
lure me to door ajar.
She tells of the latest spat between two male lovers living next door;
bitter pursed lips mouth, gays, a lifestyle she abhors.

Clad in wool coat, in August, faded scarf
hiding brittle grey hair,
gnarly fingers clutch at worn collar, scent of mothballs hangs in thick air;
up-turned nose revering fragrant yesteryears.

Deaf, my gaze is drawn within the open loft
where a grand piano,
sits, awash, in vast rays of sun spilling in from unshielded windows;
age-yellowed keys playing notes she no longer knows.

Miss Catherine, are you divorcee or spinster,
or a mournful widow?
Did melodies seep from beneath steel door and waft through open windows,
while in lovers arms, you danced in moonlit shadows?

Torches passed, some girl down the hall, fancies me
'an old maid with her cats',
eye to peephole, ear to door listening to youth go quickly past;
curious if in my day, rakishly I danced.

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