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Ramping An Ragging Over A Game Delay
Ramping an ragging
Ragging and ramping
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Over a baseball game delay
You’ve been stewing and brewing
What good is doing?
It won’t stop the rain
You’re only babbling to the wind
Let it register in your brain
Quit your shenanigans
Trying to get even
Will only get you breathing and
Heart beating too fast
It’s not difficult
Loosen up and act like an adult
I'm so annoyed
Get over your obsession
Quit your insane bellyaching!
There’s a hundred
Other channels to choose from
8/5/2015
Everyone’s complaining
‘Bout how it’s always raining
And we’re all getting soaked to the skin
Everybody’s whining
How there’s no silver lining
Optimism’s growing kind of thin
Everyone is moaning
You hear the constant groaning
Darn it! Can’t you see how it’s unfair?
We’ve all caught the fever
Become a true believer
Then exhale it out into the air…
Got to be a better way…
Everyone is shaking
With childish bellyaching
Looking for somewhere to place the blame
Everybody’s grumbling
Fumbling and stumbling
No one knows the rules to the game
Everyone’s protesting
But no one is suggesting
Any way to fix all that is wrong
Anybody can see
Equally we’re guilty
Of going with the flow to get along…
Got to be a better way…
Jeeze You've Reached Your Limit
Jeeze
You've reached your limit
Quit your insane bellyaching!
Before you explode
~
You can't spring a swing
Not unless you're in a ring
When you fling your fist
Like Muhammad Ali's hissed
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
~
They'll tell you to bring it on and you'll miss
Put you in a bear hug if you persist
Give you a big kiss
And go away laughing and singing their heads off
~
Be a smart cookie
Stop being crazy and
Give it a rest
Float away like a butterfly
Let the bees make their honey
So they won't give you a sting
By: Eve Roper 8/7/2015
Self Discovery
A
Violette Poem
sometimes I remember
our time in September
that became an ember
Faint memories
it's unforgettable
not understandable
We aren't valuable
gone centuries
I gave you everything
my love was bellyaching
you don't give anything
wasted journeys
your love slipped from my hands
please stop violent chants
your downgrading commands
angry flurries
from sunny to aching
I am slowly breaking
stop your selfish taking
dark galleries
hopefully you'll soon go
and I can slowly grow
the old me will soon flow
discoveries
By Sam Tab | April 2, 2018 | love
Form:
When traveling a stretch of life's highway
Does it feel like it's uphill both ways?
Does it feel like winter's twelve months long?
Do you work like a dog for small pay?
Well welcome to a newly formed club
The Association of Chronic Bellyachers
We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn
We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers
No grins, guffaws, or laughter allowed
Could be thrown out on your rear
We've a couple of burly guards at the door
Wearing scowls from ear to ear
So if there's really nothing that bugs you
You ain't welcome at one of our meetings
Especially if you're really content with your life
You could even end up with a beating
We take this bellyaching seriously you know
It's developed into a new kind of art
The technique we've developed is really simple
Happiness never invades our heart
Now, if the real truth of the matter be known
With tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I'm really this sweet, kind hearted old codger
Never gripes, never lets out a peep!
Plucky
Unlucky
Carry on regardless
What is a sadist
Without his Chargers
Tripping and falling over for the amusement of other's
Fodder for Bird's to drop on
While the bellyaching say
That is supposed to be lucky
But you never see them mucky
Just another day just another way
Life and jokes poke fun at my expense
That I take it with a stoic reticence
Because my life has become a pretense
For hard knocks
And the only thing that shock's
Is the release
Of a peaceful day
Drum's and crack's
With hindsight we avoided
Because they would have destroyed us
And where is the fun in that?
When traveling a stretch of life's highway
Does it feel like it's uphill both ways?
Does it feel like winter's twelve months long?
Do you work like a dog for small pay?
Well welcome to a newly formed club
The Association of Chronic Bellyachers
We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn
We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers
No grins, guffaws, or laughter's allowed
Could be thrown out on your rear
We've a couple of burly guards at the door
Wearing scowls from ear to ear
So if there's really nothing that bugs you
You ain't welcome at one of our meetings
Especially if you're content with your life
You could even end up with a beating
We take this bellyaching seriously you know
It's developed into a new kind of art
The technique we've developed is really simple
Happiness never invades our heart
Now, if the real truth of the matter be known
With tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I'm really this sweet, kind hearted old codger
Never gripes, never lets out a peep!
© Jack Ellison 2013