Vexatious Poems | Examples

The Lark

 An eclectic ,miscellaneous daybreak .
            like chimera  overflows.    
   We always gaze at a suffocating ,thorny
    lark.
  The undaunted , unfearing lark frequently
  embraces a vexatious butterfly.\
 In the realm of anguished, harsh words
  the transient, wild dusk thrives like
 a rambling rose.
A daring dawn never escapes from
a shattered ,  stormy sea.
The homogeneous , ashen chains
  of the moon echo the valor of a lionhearted
     meadow.
 The resolute, soundless sun festooned
with a dreamlike love.
The tapestry of truth yells out
    like a , cheerful rainbow.
 The flaming ,starry hope never yields like
          an oracular delight
The tyrannical tears like the ultimate hues 
of the universe stem  the hidden verity.

Perpetual Poetry

 “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi

Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem - 
to express unspoken thoughts.

I remember when she said,

"Cue me poetry"

So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.

Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars, 
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.

Her essence infused a refreshing presence, 
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.

As I wandered through her secret chapters, 
my word weaving revealed her book of scars, 
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears. 
Each vexatious verse purified through 
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.

We are like quill and scribe, 
vowels complimenting consonants, 
completing an impeccable vocabulary - 
without her there is no muse.

Smirk

                    Smirk
             sweet, humorous           
  unsettling, fun-loving, revealing
Punk-rockers, Saints, Sharks, Jesters 
  enticing, manipulating, masking 
             salty, vexatious 
                    Smile

Old Age

Dawn seeps soundlessly in to scatter the darkness.
Around is silence and quiet and calm.
From my lofty balcony, I can admire the serenity
Of the vast immensity of the ocean, all smell of balm.

Let tranquillity invade my lonely soul, O Lord.
The arduous day will soon be full of all its pains.
And I am old, too old to face the vexatious turmoil
That surrounds me, for I am all aches and sprains.

How can I face the rough and tumble of this misery?
I need wisdom to discern all that is foolish and vain,
I need peace to avoid worries and other upsets.
I need love to forgive others’ injuries and bane.

Life is short and I’m much too old to bear pains.
Death will be a relief from all that troubles me.
However life is precious and I will live it through,
Only with your genial grace that comes from Thee.

A Wonky Monkey

There once was a poet who screeched like a monkey
Belligerent cuss and stubborn as a donkey
Was quite disputatious
Boringly vexatious
In fact, I'd be inclined to label him a bit wonky

Others have mentioned he's much too bodacious
Unyielding when he's wrong, gruffly tenacious
Liked to spit and spatter
Madder than the Hatter
Victimized fine poets and fiercely predacious

One should wonder if his mental wiring was loose
Because his ranting insults were bitterly profuse
Drivel and poppycock
Game hen liked to squawk
Lacking discernment and most definitely obtuse

It's a Good Thing

It’s a good thing, I am convinced …
To smile when everyone else is frowning
To hold your head up even when you don’t feel well
To say Hello or “Hi” if no one answers back
To say “I’m sorry” to the person you wronged
To stand on principles you’ve found tried and true.

It’s a good thing, I am convinced …
To avoid your vexatious neighbor
To drive like you do when a policeman is behind you
To call a friend before just dropping in
To look like you’re having fun, even if you’re bored to tears
To remember your parent’s “stupid” advice.

It’s a good thing, I am convinced …
To have a good, hearty laugh every single day
To remember to say “I love you” to family and friends
To be always courteous and polite
To say what’s on your mind instead of stewing about it
To do it now, rather than later.

Written March 29, 2022

Diwali Indian Festival of Light

The weather is chill and pleasant  
Diwali fervor is round the corner
Yet my soul is not in synch 
My mind doesn’t budge to tyranny 

Will there be a cracker of a time
When firecrackers are banished 
No: age cannot wither her;
Nor custom stale; in her infinite glory 
Goddess Lakshmi is supreme!

Despots on prowl for exploits
State in cahoots with alien drill
It isn’t the strength of enemy
It is about Hindu gone astray
Having an unholy union 

Diwali is victory of good over evil 
It is about destroying the wicked 
It is against villains spewing venom
It dispels gloom and darkness!

The smoke from burning embers 
In the stomach of a billion Hindu 
Will soon balloon to a wrath 
The impact of which will witness 

“Narakasura” perishing soon 
Satyabhama’s ire will cause fire.
Charred bodies will lay strewn 
Casting ultimate indignity fo 
vexatious brigands.

Diwali is the Festival of Lights
It is knowledge to counter ignorance 
Diwali is a festival of hope and happiness 
It rings in prosperity to all 
A very colorful event that
Usher cheer in people’s life!

Faith Alive

Faith
prevails
trusting Christ
when fear assails
assured by Scriptures
calming vexatious angst
toward serene-filled gestures
for reaching-out compassion care
triumphantly blest to give and share.

Resplendent with blessed hope to cope	
smiting trials when soul does grope
faith* alive vanquishes doubts
midst obscured vision lens
for championship bouts
by truth’s firm brace
while seeking
love’s grace
thanking 
God.

*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.

December 16, 2020
3rd place, "Double Nonet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 12/21/20.

Life Without Poetry

Life without poetry???
listen to the 
list of losses---

Loss of poetry
leaves 
literature bereft of grandeur and
lacking with
limitless wealth...
...leading
love-messages 
lurk in dark vexatious boredom...
...letting poets 
lament while
lingering in their niche...
...longing for
light glowing with 
liberating hope midst
lilting assurance of... 
...life’s lessons from the heart worth
listening to and 
learning from.

Lord God Almighty even has His
law* exposed
loaded with
language poetically expressed as
looking glass against
lies and deceit...
...likewise as
lamp toward
liberty of the spirit...
...loosing souls
languishing in guilt while
launching out stewardship unto
lifting-up divine service devoid of 
lofty selfish arrogance.

Life then is
linked to poetry!  

*Psalm 19:7 The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.

January 23, 2020
2nd place, "If there was no poetry" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 1/26/2020.

Mrs Know It All Inspired By Nina's Contest

Mrs Know-It-All has joined our ladies group
I watch her lips droop
When she’s slurping soup

Joyce claims she won a trophy on Mastermind
(That big black chair you’ll find,
won’t fit her big behind!)

She drones on and on in her vexatious voice
We don’t have a choice
listening to Joyce 

Mrs Know-It-All has joined our ladies group
our group she can’t dupe -
she’s a nincompoop!

Inspired by Nina’s contest but with an extra line added in each stanza ...
Note to self to re read the rules!

10/31/18

Fossilitis Ignoratious

If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.

Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.

In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.

Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.

Pyrrhic Evolution

PYRRHIC EVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


There once was a time in this great land
When folks said “ yes sir” and “yes maam”
Those days are ancient, eroded away
Where are we headed, I’m afraid to say
A time when the elderly were respected
A time when vulgar language, not accepted
A time when women were fully attired
A time when patriotism; a virtue admired

We now live in era where anything goes
Hard to distinguish colleagues from foes
Every one has picked an agenda to defend
Voices are silenced: afraid they may offend
Folks are traumatized, by a word or a look
Students sickened, by the title of a book
Authority’s role is constantly questioned
Four letter words constantly mentioned

A well dressed man wore a suit with a tie
Now an unbuttoned shirt will get you by
Women wore hosiery, blouse and a skirt
Cutoffs, flip flops, physical assets overt
Many now change their biological gender
Crude, obtuse: replaced warm and tender
Technical advances slowly eroding creeds
Obscuring civility with vexatious deeds

If I See You Again

I hear footsteps,
at least I think that's what they are
there were some before
many in fact
it is hard to discern if they are coming or going or hanging about.

Yes, I can feel you,
squeezing my hand and wondering
I can't answer, I do try
please don't cry
I am already broken enough please stop crying.

I hear all you say,
and that damned vexatious beeping,
and more than you know
I am scared too
I have no clue if I will return in full or as a mere shadow.

In fact at all really,
for the confounded clot has me at bay,
and the bindings are fresh
I moved my eye
but it was between visits and no one was there to see.

My train of thought,
I, we, childhood flashes, that time in the forest
Numbness has a sound
a continuous tone
many more footsteps, but faster, please no.

Switches inside me,
They terminate and are gone, the loss
Deafening and final
no bright lights
no tunnel, no souls holding hands waiting.

Chest falls a final time,
As I succumb to the darkness
and my last thought
of a missed kiss goodbye
That will be saved as a welcome if I see you again.

Barking Dogs

Beyond the din of vexatious dogs that bark,
The winds of change blow ominously.
Foreboding signs that upon us make their mark
Bring unease and much anxiety.
There is nothing we can do in this dire state
But pray someone stops our dark, impending fate.

In history's pages are precious lessons
From which shortsighted leaders may learn,
Choose when to keep our peace and when to make war,
For lives lost,  we can never return.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~09.27.17

Eight Is Enough

Eight wizened words to elicit thoughts mordacious.
Not shackled to the horde, a trifle bit audacious.
The cartridge to loiter, waiting, bored, to fire out rhymes vexatious.

March 23 2017.  For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge.

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