Have you ever felt testy, nerves on the edge,
waiting on the next person, to push you over the edge.
How we lay in wait, then our traps we spring,
knowing exactly, what it’s about to bring.
Our guns are loaded, we’re ready for a bear,
we know what we are about to do, and yet we don’t care.
It’s over and over, and time after time, you see,
how the works of darkness, uses you and me.
And though it makes us feel better, we truly die within,
not ever seeing, it’s the working of sin.
I know these words are heavy, but they are also true,
look inside your heart, the truth’s inside of you.
I say these things, to trim your wick, so your light can show,
the ways of the Lord, in which we are to grow.
The truth might hurt, but it will heal all wounds, you see,
for where we let the light in, the darkness cannot be.
yummy banana, tasty banana.
eat 10,000 at once, die.
yummy banan, testy banarn.
heving srokke.
heel pme.
10,000 bannn kil u frm pot as yum.
skadoosh!
If they’re testy? Play the fool.
Let those words line a cesspool.
Shade cannot rattle a cloud,
it remains plotting head bowed.
Traveling from Europe, Santa with his team had a pleasant time.
Temperature being below zero, he enjoyed the cool clime.
But on going to the South side of U.S, he felt, heat waves surround
So humid it was in Florida with a warm weather all day round.
The sultry heat of Key West and Miami made them so testy.
He and his team found Orlando in Florida so sweaty.
With sweltering heat, they were so badly smitten.
To make matters worse, Santa’s sleigh got broken.
Knowing this, the governor of state arranged to airlift them.
In parachutes, presents were lowered to appease children’s dream.
Thus, despite Santa being morbidly stranded in Florida,
The timely intervention of the govt. saved them from all neuralgia!
Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need that threatened to consume all reason, all restraint in the swirling crimson vortex of those velvets, the boundaries of our recurrent reality grew tenuous, and the tyranny of the flesh held sway as the flexuous uncharted curves of your caress became the acid test of my resolve, dissolving the fragile, varnished veneer of self control, as the confinement of thy desires began to dissolve like gossamer under the scorching waxen sun of ardent, copious passion.
As we entwined, visceral privilege awoke, like hydras flourishing in some foresworn elixir, every casual respite yawned vacant, sucked into the vampiric vortices of intolerably testy discontent.
How provoking, this postponement of unbound reciprocity, tongue just grazing the tips of those plush velvet onyx lips, while catalyzing inveigling suspense
I am a thinker of sorts;
One that is rather selective.
I tend to bore unusually easily;
Perhaps I am mildly restless.
I am okay with challenges,
But even blatant testy rules can be
Presented with greater simplicity.
I am not bad at word search puzzles;
But it seems that my vocabulary
Vanishes with crossword puzzles.
I really do not stress about poetry
Contests that are above my pay grade.
I simply move along, giving others who
Are Much more skillful than me, an opportunity
to swim in waters too deep for me.
I am not a writer, but I write.
I am not a poet, but I write.
I like music but cannot sing.
I am not given to much talking,
But I have a passion for walking.
It is far less painful to stay in my lane.
I like rhyme and a little bit of rhythm.
And believe it or not, I can even dance,
But only behind closed doors.
I must say that I feel extremely
Blessed to be a part of such a talented
Community of poets encouraging each
Other and releasing the healing power
of words to thousands around the world.
Somewhere within the misty shroud of heaven
A finger, traces angels, in the air
Wondering if they are truly present
Why they whisper dreams no one can hear
Soft tingle of a touch, a gentle “psst”
As testy as a lone mosquito’s buzz
Torturing the calm of dreamless sleep
When asked “why me” the answer is “because”
So, sleep in fitful murmurings, and dream
Of mists, of heaven’s shroud, of feathered wings
Etch lazily your dream upon the night
And ponder why it is you fear such things
As fingers trace their angels in the air
Lulled to sleep by voices they can’t hear
Are you thinking about your child whether
alone can take steps to measure?
Can she attend social interaction
to take a view in total?
Are you upset for kids to go
away from home, though you didn't show?
Do you feel a sense of loss of purpose,
or stress feelings that your mind crosses?
These symptoms pertain to ‘empty
nest syndrome’ makes parents testy.
Keeping one's mind engaged with work the whole day
brings back peace in the soul.
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CURSE OF THE EMPTY NEST
No way imagine empty nest,
imagine, giving birth at thirty-five.
Plus fact I’d never even changed a diaper,
so mother-hood … just prayed survive.
Then son became testy teen,
days couldn’t wait
till time came son would leave.
Next day prayed he never would,
and then … He Did!
Shocking … imagine, finding myself alone
with this man called, my spouse?
Crazy fools gotten hold of VIAGRA,
keeps chasing me ... all over the house.
Empty nest … don’t think so!
Cause this man won’t let me relax,
can't even unwind alone with glass of wine.
Sex crazed fool … has one track mind!
Ladies, listen,” Lets proclaim Empty Nest …
has brand new meaning ...
VACATION TIME”
Lets leave our sex crazed fools
and Viagra, Home Alone,
in their …
Empty Nest.
May 13, 2023
Contest :Empty Nest
Sponsor: Cooper Etheridge
The volcano leveled
then a great wind blew the rest away.
Early humans came late.
They had callused soles and rough hands
they knew how to dig,
run and hide.
When the flood came
they were at ease feasting on stringy meat and bones
in the makeshift camps of their tribes.
The locust eating priests
declared it was everyone's fault
but theirs.
Contrite, and greatly diminished in number
they began to scratch the history of the world
on random stones.
Volcanos grew testy again
smoke and fiery fumes scorched the sky.
They packed up their meager possessions
and trekked. The tribes did not stop walking
until they found a lost scripture in the dust.
Some called the find a bible
written by soothsayers
yet unborn,
but in truth
it was yet another mystical footprint
to follow -
a sign to track
out of this inexplicable land
that kept blowing away
on the shifting sands
of bad times.
“The sharpest knife in the drawer has a red plastic handle.”
“Which drawer?”
“The drawer that also has a red plastic handle.”
“None of them have red plastic handles. They all have red ceramic handles.”
“You are in the wrong kitchen.”
“Which kitchen should I be in?”
“The one with red plastic handles.”
“I guess I’m in the wrong kitchen.”
“I guess you’re right about that.
“Where’s the other kitchen?”
“Down the hall, third door on the right.”
“Does the door have a red plastic handle, too?”
“Someone is being a little testy aren’t they?”
“Someone is being a little testy aren’t they?”
“So, you found the other kitchen.”
“Maybe. Hey chef, do you know the fastest way to a man’s heart?
…Through the chest wall with a sharp knife.”
It is a hoe down the fly told the titmouse
Where though? I only see one house
It’s invisible, but there are clues, I think.
It’s under a mushroom whose inside is all pink.
They searched together, but never found the party.
I’ve got an idea said the titmouse, whose name was Hearty.
Let’s host our own party and invite the fey and fireflies bright.
Great idea! The testy fly said, “This plan feels just right!”
I see the inequities
and the disdainful disparities
I see your struggles
and the testy tussles
I see your falls
and the slow crawls
I see your steady climb
through all the slimy grime
I see your perseverance
through all the encumbrances
I see your calm
through the storms
I'm omnipresent
I'm omnipotent
I'm omniscient
I'm everywhere
I'm all-powerful
I'm all-knowing
I see, so have no fear
my faithful servant, I am here
I've been preparing you,
so remain steadfast and get
ready for anew
So, this bunny was really hungry I guessed.
The old weathered snail was testy in his nest.
That bunny was trying to steal our carrots he said.
This old codger was wrinkled, older, should have been dead.
That baby bunny must have been hungry to dig.
I said to this old codger, whose hair should have been a wig.
He is a thief! The old geezer said, not giving the baby a chance.
I walked away rapidly, almost doing a dance.
Mega-buck ideas
are followed by sledge hammer schemes,
foundations and roof stripped
to the studs.
A posse of hard hats are bent on obeying
her every command & whim
as they knock through walls,
bludgeon bathrooms into submission.
She has added me to her do-over list.
I am being up-graded
into something way less comfortable.
It seems I don't fit-in nor match
and the testy visionary regards me
as far too shaggy to live here.
I’m having a dog house
built for myself.
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