I am the doer
What I do
Is what I am..
A statement of
Separation..
An identity
With the wave
And disregard
Of the ocean..
A beautiful story
Which may not
End..though a
Nagging desire
Tags along...
Morning Thoughts On Nagging Pain
By: Miracle Man
2/16/2024
Constant pain has been filling my life's cup,
but being a “tough old bird”, I’ve fought on.
I’ve fought the thought of merely giving up,
today, time has passed, and fight almost gone.
Pain is a nemesis with no equal,
seldom ever does it just disappear.
When one leaves here comes another sequel,
it always makes our countenance seem drear.
Nagging ~ recurring,
Conjecture of truth or lies,
Man deaf to it all,
just wants a nice quiet life.
Success ~ happy life,
nagging makes it a failure,
Depressed with failure,
nagging says ~ I told you so.
With all its sarcasm,
respond with the optimism,
Out of denials,
It Will find joy in its thoughts.
I reflect on our childhood days,
Not such pure and perfect ways,
Mother nagged us for so long,
Her negative carp was very strong,
When we kids reached our teens,
That's when she got really mean,
Endearing not, was the scene,
Past of our family magazine,
Now we look back and laugh,
Turn the page on mother's chaff!
Another new day dawns
For us all to face
Will it be one to embrace
With vim and vigour
As we prepare to start this day
We put our negativity at bay
And begin to read the news
Trusting that today's news will be
Printed with more clarity
So that most can understand
The strategies they have planned
I put the paper down in dread
Of all the dreadful things I've read
Make nonsense to me
Today I awoke to face the day.
With positive thoughts on display
Sadly. There is no sign of change,
Negativity returns again.
Dismount, the horse is dead I say.
He keeps blathering on,
Saying things to bring me down
Tries to lasso me with negativity
Annoyed that I have retained my idealism
Angry at my optimism
Wanting to smear my joy on the floor of the barn.
I smell the hay and the manure
Still I will not relent
Dismount, the horse is dead, I say.
The sky does not fall.
Chicken Little’s voice is silenced.
The blathering keeps coming.
Perpetual ugliness; trying to pull me down.
The rope misses my head by days.
I gallop into the corral, determined to retain myself.
He chases after me, attempting to wipe off my smiles.
Wanting tears to come out of my eyes.
I laugh until I cry, infuriating him.
Dismount, I yell. The horse is dead!
mother of two boys
nagged at dad clowning by pool
one dive too many ~
forgive my raised jaded brow
'nag' now aids paraplegic
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Nagging.
What is it that you're Granny said?
'Now clean you're teeth before your bed.'
Then Mum would shout, 'walk don't run.'
Nagging's all they seem to do.
Now tell me where's the fun?
'Wash behind you're ears boy.'
When Granny's nagging there's no joy.
Why can't they leave me to get on
I'll do it all when I've had some fun.
I'll say my prayers and clean my teeth
before I go to bed.
I'll even wash behind my ears
just like my mother said.
But would it hurt them just this once
to leave me to play?
Then I'd be good and happy to do the
things they say.
Nagging
Author Dana Redricks
December 05, 2014
Your words they are sharp,
And my head is pounding
As if it was about to split apart;
Every time you speak you break
My heart.
Never anything positive your
Words are filled with poison venom.
You’re like a viper trying to swipe
Every ounce of joy that I have, but
My joy you cannot have; my soul is
Not up for grabs.
My life is precious; valued more
More than every jewel.
Every day for me is a moment of renewal.
He turned on the coffee grinder.
His nagging wife,
no one could find her.
Bad beaked beatle,biting
badly like a busy bug on
my bare black back and
it began to bleed bile
bitter blocks of
blameless
blood,balefully .
My wife just keeps nagging
"You've got work to do"
I say, honey, can't it wait
Til my poem is through?
She says, "You're writing again?,
That's all you get done"
I don't think she realizes
That poetry is fun
"Words, words, words
That's all you ever think"
"You even wrote one.
Telling people I stink"
"There's work around here
That you've somehow missed"
"But I'll make you out
Another, Honey do list"
I think I'm an artist
But she just don't know it
So I'll tell her once more
That, I am a poet
(For the Tag Game, I am a Poet, passed to me by John Loving iii, I pass it to Ralph Taylor)
Rapid rifles, fearful aim
from secret, secure nests,
They select a random target,
blow holes into his chest.
The medic cradles gently,
Dour comrades bid good night.
Close his eyes, collect his tags,
prepare his box for flight.
Now home- a name and number,
the bugle blares farewell.
Mourners clutch the folded flag
he earns for where he fell.
Rigid rifles, solemn aim,
assault a steel blue sky.
Great God above, embrace him.
Why did he have to die?
Rapid rifles, taking aim,
Count up the endless dead.
Mankind is so inventive
to silence life with lead.