Much(A) Poems - Poems about Much(A)

I hate you because I love you too much, a paradox that tears my being apart, The river of my thoughts flows into an ocean of contradictions, Waves of passion and fury crash against the shore of my fragile conscience, And in the depths of my soul, a whirlwind of emotions makes its mad nest. I hate you because...

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No greasy treats from chippie van; I have my starch now au, gratin with blasted, deconstructed bass, petits pois, served; in Demi tasse. No pint of best down at the pub I drink with chums now at the club; Prosecco, or a Chardonay depending on the time of day. No picking up the kids from school; done by Au pair now; as a rule; she...

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We cannot worry over-much, 'Bout things we can't control. Too much worry disrupts life, And at length rots the soul. Worrying 'bout this and that, Can spoil your whole demeanor, Causing you to disdain, What makes your pastures greener. Reality of fact is that, Life has it's ups and downs. Stomp and snort all that you please, And growl and glance around, To find someone to blame...

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One thing in this world that's hard to manage. Is knowing you have the honor of having someone else's heart and not taking it for granted. Blessed with a blessing all the while testing. Your humility, unconquerable by humanity. Enough to drive one to insanity. The road to do bad is such a short distance. But...

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I could count myself lucky Every time I ventured out For on the tray were plenty To eat, to drink, to wonder Just how did she do this? But then I remembered Days and nights in times Gone by or un-memorized The pangs of savage hunger The days and nights of rage Are those days truly gone? Are the days of plenty come? Will this...

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Danger gripped that day so long ago. Sunshine and a picnic should be fun! One mom and five children, friends, you know. Hysterically shouting, mom screamed, “Run!” There they were, skipping rocks on the lake. Two boys, one was ten and one seven. Both carefully watching for a snake, Sisters nearby played, each soft spoken. Boys had fun counting skips. One. ...

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MUCH A-DO We cannot worry over-much, 'Bout things we can't control. Too much worry disrupts life, And at length rots the soul. Worrying 'bout this and that, Can spoil your whole demeanor, Causing you to disdain, What makes your pastures greener. Reality of fact is that, Life has it's ups and downs, Stomp and snort all that you please, And growl and glance around, To find someone to...

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