Long Annoy Poems
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Sometimes it is hard to see God’s grace
Sometimes all I can do is be obedient with a smile on my face
Sometimes I can’t count it joy
Sometimes I become annoyed and annoy
Sometimes God in the cleft is His placement of place
Sometimes we will be exiled to isles
Sometimes the ashen gray of walls in cells
Sometimes I need Gilead’s balm
Sometimes I need to pray a psalm
God protects us with His wings or His angels
Sometimes as the Apostle John
Hetoimazo atimazo hyper ton Theon
Sometimes as the Apostle Paul
And Jeremiah during Jerusalem’s fall
God will always provide the proper direction
A way out He will always provide
If our will with God’s will coincide
To think His thoughts after Him
To bring all our struggles and cares to Him
Enduring as a soldier or Christ’s bride
The exile of a writer is God’s protection
To head in His direction
Of course, we are all sinners fallen short
Accused continually in God’s court
Remember this is under God’s discretion
Sometimes see that God is graciously
Protecting you even if confined spaciously
From others and ourselves
Searching the depths, the Spirit delves
Advancing one and the many patiently
My wife and I are “tight as a glove”
Our wonderful years together answer “WHAT IS LOVE”
Love is twinkles in your eyes
Love is learning to be wise
Love is togetherness, love is us
Love is learning not to fuss
Love is intimacy and joy
Love is learning not to annoy
Love is compromise and space
Love is cutting to the chase
Love is happiness and smiles
Love is walking extra miles
Love is kindness to others
Love is treating people as sisters and brothers
Love is patience and understanding
Love is not to be demanding
Love is all of these things and more
Your partnerships will reap benefits galore!
The elephant was walking through the jungle one day
Swinging his trunk, this and that way.
He dragged it along not caring where still
And then dragged it through, a large Ant hill.
His trunk started to itch and annoy him a bit
He wandered around for somewhere to scratch it.
He found a tree and wrapped his trunk around
The leaves and the fruits all dropped to the ground
The itch it then moved, it was now up his nose
He needed to rub it on anything that goes.
He found a rock and rubbed with all his might
It was covered in insects and they all took flight.
Apart from a butterfly that dropped on his tusk
She lay there broken smelling faintly of musk
The itch moved up onto his head close to his eyes
He heard a voice which was quite a surprise.
Hey you be more careful you great big beast
You’ve ruined my home and knocked off the giraffes feast.
You’ve forced insects to flee from the rock where they lay
And you have a broken butterfly, now what do you say?
The elephant stopped in his tracks and looked around
He couldn’t see, from where came the sound.
He shook his head as the itch moved to his ear
Then the voice said it’s me stupid, my voice is quite clear.
The elephant stopped and begged, please keep still
You are making me itch and it’s making me ill
Please show yourself and let me apologise
I meant no harm to you or the butterflies.
The ant crawled from the elephant’s ear
He said, I need you to return to my anthill I fear
I must check on the wounded and dead
If you do this for me I’ll stop itching on your head.
Ok said the elephant I’ll do that for you
But what about this butterfly, what can we do?
I’m not sure said the ant in the elephant's ear
We’ll sort it later when we get near.
They set off and discovered the squashed ants and hill
The elephant cried it made him feel ill.
The ant said we need a new home and quick
Especially for the butterfly, she is quite sick.
The elephant was sad and offered what help he could .
You can move in my trunk, I promise I’ll be good
Thank you we will said the ant, just for a while
And we can help the butterfly, he said with a smile.
So together they set of all content and happy
The elephant the butterfly and the little Anty.
It’s not so difficult to enjoy this awesome life.
Now that we are here, why look for grief or strife?
Strife will come, but there is so much more that life can be.
Why not live it with love and laughter. Live life vibrantly!
Awaken and embrace each new day with awe.
Smile a lot, and if you hear a juicy joke – guffaw!
Leave your heartstrings open to be played just like a song.
Accept those who annoy you, and make your love be strong.
Learn from your mistakes so that you might grow,
remembering that you are sure to reap whatever you sow.
Have gratitude, faith and hope; and always give and give!
Yes, live life with vibrancy, and happily you’ll live.
March 20, 2023
For Unseeking Seeker's Now That We Are Here Poetry Contest
She wanted to tell the tale of the witch’s shoe
Don’t you mean boot? Asked my cousin Dew.
No, it’s a shoe, she said, adamant about this.
He rolled his eyes at this inexperienced miss.
Once upon a light pole, she said as she looked at the book.
I think you mean once upon a time, said my Auntie Hook.
The reader was getting exasperated, and rightly so.
Let her get started! I begged, I saw she was ready to blow.
The speaker ended up throwing the book in the air.
She performed a witchdoctor’s dance right there in the lair.
I was terrified now, for you do not annoy my Aunt Mare.
Everyone scattered – some running off to the world’s fair.
~You Give Me Joy~
(F&L Rhyming Mary's Way)
In You my heart I can confide
Lord, You are my light and my guide
Restor'd I can take things in stride
In everything with You confide.
So happy my soul You did save
To sin I don't have to be slave
You'll be with me beyond life, grave
So none should fear, soul You did save.
You always give me love hope joy
Comfort my soul when feel annoy
Your promises bring peace enjoy
You, Lord of my life give me joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.28.2015
~Author's Notes:
" The F&L Rhyming Mary's Way" is a poetry style created by Mary
Ann Harring-Duhart.
My pup is such a fluffy lump
Cute and sweet and quiet plump.
He chews, he plays, wees on the mat
And tends to annoy the kitty cat.
He yaps and yaps growls and yaps
And likes to sleep on my lap.
He loves to play with his favourite toy
My cushions he'd chew and destroy.
The yaps and yaps are now barks
His growls are deeper like his bark.
His voice has changed as he's grown
Deeper in sound; adult in tone.
Now full grown and older in years
He still has his floppy pup ears.
His puppy voice has now long gone
But still does his squeaky pup yawn.
He guards, loves games, but not a bath
Does funny things that make me laugh.
He's slowing down as his age creeps up
But he will always be my yap, yap pup.
Contest Name Writing Challenge 'V' Words
Sponsor Constance La France
21.04.23
So much of yesterday I can clearly see.
There was a man duly a part of my history.
He lived up the road a short distance from us.
We passed his house every day to catch the school bus.
Everyone called him by his last name, which was Baine.
I remember a face that seemed filled with lots of pain.
A hard-working man, but he seldom laughed or expressed joy.
He was the type of man that no one wanted to confront or annoy.
There was one thing about him that enabled me to better understand.
He had a younger wife named Bebe who left him for another younger man.
From that time onward he lived alone and made lots of 'moonshine'.
When I was just a boy, Mr. Baine became a very good friend of mine.
We both loved baseball, and his favorite team was the New York Yankees.
I was a Dodger fan, but we remained friends in spite of the rivalries.
Coming home from school one day, we all noticed that the entire roadway
had the smell of moonshine. It was obvious to us that Mr. Baine's whisky
still had been discovered by law enforcement.
Little known holidays occurring on February fifteenth...,
awaiting commercial sponsors to become...
what else...,but hand over fist money makers?
(http://www.holidays-and-
observances.com/february-15.html)
Excess Valentine's surplus sweet treats
and assorted paraphernalia
need not go to waste
said sappy accouterments
can be repurposed
quickly without haste
less pronounced celebrated fetes faced
overwhelming stiff as an arrow baste
in love potion, understandable
no satiny frills laced,
or some other eye catching
emoji, persona, symbol...
awaits deft ploy of marksman/
woman to lift from obscurity,
whose ontological, mythological,
historical...basis replaced
essence mined to the Maximus,
and references to FACTS erased
with brilliance craftily distilling
entrepreneurial finesse aced
to broker psychological seduction,
(albeit subtle) synchronicity braced,
sans free market capitalism crux
linkedin at optimal nexus enterprize prefaced
with salient mania to generate profit raced
to the forefront of popular media
adulterated and of course embraced
by president of United States with
many commercial donning merchandise,
quoting P. T. Barnum,
there's a sucker chased
and born every minute, and
trumpeting how to make
a stack of money
(held together by
toothpicks and paste)
tall as the Taj Mahal,
which occasion aced
with fanfare including
handing out signed "FAKE"
copies of 'The Art Of
The Deal' amazingly graced
on podium along with
candies, gewgaws, tsatskes...
toting, praising, lauding...merits of:
Angelman Syndrome Day
Annoy Squidward Day
(Sponge Bob Square Pants)
International Angelman Day
International Childhood Cancer Awareness Day
Lupercalia
National Caregivers Day -
February 15, 2019
(Third Friday in February)
National Gumdrop Day
National Hippo Day
Nirvana Day – (Buddhist)
Remember the Maine Day
Susan B. Anthony Day
World Information Architecture Day -
February 15, 2019
(Third Friday in February).
I'm Mark Labbett, ' The Beast '.
I love a mighty feast.
I feed on fear
And then I cheer,
" With me, the show's complete! "
I'm ' The Governess ' Anne Hegerty.
A.K.A. " Old Knickers a Frosty ".
I'll watch you wriggle and squirm
While you recall what you've learned...
Let's see who can escape from me!
I'm Jenny, ' The Vixen ' Ryan,
Don't like to send contestants cryin'.
I'm the Bolton lass
Who brings some class
To The Chase. And I'm not lyin'!
I'm Irish. I'm clever. I'm kind.
But beware, I can play with your mind.
My name's Darragh Ennis,
Pet name's ' The Menace '
Never dreamt I'd be known UK wide.
I'm a doctor, comedian and smart.
I fulfill my roles like an art.
But ' The Sinnerman's ' face
Is quiz genius on The Chase.
To pick my best moments, where to start?
Never underestimate a lawyer...
I'm also ' The Dark Destroyer '
I'll make your heads spin
With my glorious win
And this will really annoy ya!
My dear contestants, you are strong.
Don't want to see you put a foot wrong!
If you're on your knees
I'll put you at ease...
I am with you - " All day long "