Whining Changes Nothing,
Prayer does
Miracle Man
10/19/2024
A person can’t know what their future holds,
but they can know the hand in which it rests.
We oft encounter problems as our day unfolds,
and many times it appears to be a series if tests.
But God has a purpose for the clouds in our day,
sometimes it’s a lesson or to increase our faith.
Many times it’s a reminder that gets us to pray,
briefly diverting our attention to Hell’s wraith.
Instead of whining about some perceived wrong,
we should start each day with blessing counting.
Praying for those things that will make us strong,
for in judgment each will face an accounting.
My Degree In Whining
Miracle Man
December 13th 2023
Political lies and corruption,
always cause divides.
Antisemitism is forcing us,
into choosing sides.
Each day the wedge,
is being driven deeper.
Also each mountain faced,
is looking steeper.
Things are always changed,
supposedly for our best.
yet our borders remain open,
by political request.
Changes that are coming
seldom affect the elite.
They’ll continue to march,
to the same drumbeat.
The government pushes EV’s,
that most can’t buy.
And they won’t build the wall,
many people question why?
To help in climate change,
we’re to slow on eating meat.
We’ll soon have a country,
that’s unable to compete.
Today, Illegal immigrants,
our country, is invading.
While many now see,
the American dream fading.
We view ourselves as fish,
being forced to swim upstream.
Hopefully, next election,
we’ll elect an honest regime.
tiny buzz saw whining in my right ear
alerts me to the pinch that will soon be coming
why do mosquitos always warn you?
I try to slap it away, but it keeps coming,
and my hand misses it.
Ouch!
We all concede mere words just can't express
the depth of our dismay and our distress...
When we hear you whine, from face so mad and grim,
the Universe won't cater to your every whim!
I have friends who whine to me, so I whine back naturally.
Now my cat whines at the door.
He's much louder then before.
This sound I can't ignore
Never wishing to offend, I
need to end this whining trend.
Ear plugs.
People do throw rocks at shining,
Football does bring on whining,
That was our forward line,
Do goals exist? About time!
Why have goals? My team!
What are goals? It seems
I have a Socratic football team!
Football is a silly fuss,
And so say all of us!
It may be a day of red
Which would make something that should be said
A Mother's love is un denying
Putting up with her child's whining
That turns into innocent sighing
So on this day of love
Let's reach a little above
While acting peacefully in the tradition of a white dove
Today with my doctors recommendation
There at a pharmacy I listened to in total frustration
They warned me of a multitude of the side effects
Which seemed distressing and not what one expects
Pain, fatigue, swelling, fever with just one injection
Wondering now with a temperature, is it an infection
So now in a few months I have to decide a virus shot
A shot that there are a number of folks who will boycott
But where I live folks did not get ill until now
The hospital has more beds for that virus than they usually allow
And thousands are dying while others ignore reality
The decisions before us are becoming a cruel finality
Companies in States lying to their employees now dying
I watch and read the news and see my country crying
And I am complaining about a little shot
Watching this country where so many seem to be bought
I know that this is not a normal feature of poetry
Its difficult to write scary not flowery
But I had to think about it — words are critical
And taking care of ourselves and others is vital
The pains from the little shot and fever are declining
So I will do what I can no sighing no whining
Constant raining, his complaining
~ Though his solutions wanted elocution
pour me
another
por favor
of a two
thousand
fifteen
bordeaux
what no
more
poor me
c'est la vie
monsieur
Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99
I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of some Grand Master,
moving ever slightly with each wind gust.
They blanket the ground as color on canvas,
and in thought I try to see
just how it would be, if God,
like man, had tired from His labors
and foregone speaking into existence the tree.
I ponder, where would the creatures stay,
both great and small,
or where would songbirds build their sheltered nests'
if no trees existed
from which these leaves would fall.
I think, where would I, find welcome shade
to escape the midday heat,
and of the holes I dig each spring,
for the planting of other trees,
and the potential joy that each might bring.
I think of things we build from wood
and of clean fresh air as photosynthesis takes place.
Then with sheepish look,
in haste, I rake, shred, and compost
until there's left no trace.
At a time of wicked crying when our disappointment's there.
There's an anger building in our hearts demanding we don't care.
That a man could harm another for the chance to feed inane
for the shaming of another with no consequence of blame.
That the truth remains as hidden for the shame they claim was not
that their lives go on unspoken for their crimes they made uncaught.
Where they robbed you of your time for their chance to be as bought
with their dreams of being your brother for a life they chose as sought.
That they all contain a falsehood that no one has payed as much
where they say you're all as worthless as their lies have said as much.
when we all must take their actions as the words they claim for us
when we listen to them deftly for their time to end their fuss.
She whines because her food needs salt.
A 2-year-old-child dies of leukemia while she is glaring at the waiter.
He grouses because the neighbor’s garbage is out two hours ahead of time.
He calls 911 to report this infraction, not caring that another person had an emergency.
A young mother is murdered in her home because she could not get through.
An elderly woman is yelling at her neighbor, because she thinks the woman looked at her flowers.
She is so mad, she walks in front of a bus when she leaves, traumatizing twenty-three children and a bus driver.
A mommy’s boyfriend gets upset because a baby will not quit crying. He tries to pawn it off on a neighbor.
She knows he is violent, but she has done more than her share, so she ignores his pleas.
The baby ends up shaken to death.
A sixty-two-year-old man begins pounding on a door to complain about the neighbor’s loud rap music.
The neighbor comes to the door, laughs, and slams the door in his face.
The sixty-two-year-old goes home and gets his loaded gun.
It is everyone’s problem.
Yours
Mine.
Everyone’s.
Let us fix this!
The Whining Doberman
Hey, what you doing looking just at me!
You see I'm begging you to play?
Look here, my toys are waiting just for us...
please throw one, let's have fun today!
You're standing there with camera in your hands!
I'm losing patience, so please stop!
I want you now to pick up my best toy
and tell me 'fetch' so I can hop,
and run and jump like we do every day...
no more just filming me upset.
It is so boring when I play alone...
all I can do is whine and fret!
Come, play with me, I don't know what to do!
When by myself it's not the same.
You call me 'Buddy'...I'm your bestest friend!
My whines will stop for just one game!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Doberman Pinscher
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 08/17/2018
I used Link A on YouTube as the reference for my poem.
Owner says he is whining cause he lost a treat under
the cabinet. But I used a different reason. You can click
on the link under the photo to watch.
I walked up the sidewalk to the front door
That had a welcome mat.
The doorbell I rang was kind of flat.
I saw Frankenstein peeking through a
Window slat.
The man who answered the door wore a
Tall black hat.
Good evening. Oh drat!
The skeletons are doing the head pat,
Our hunchback is a brat
Who needs medical attention stat,
Casper the friendly ghost some how
Stepped on the cat
Which put it in trama now we are using
Wolfman to catch the rat,
The gypsy can't believe where she is at,
All the zombies fell in to the witch's vat,
This brought the witch that was flying to
A Stop with a splat.
As for old Dracula he keeps saying what?
The mummy took a swat
At the bat
Who was chasing the gnat
Out of the biggest flat
I have ever seen. The spider's webs were
Made out of some good looking tat
As on it they sat
Looking at me as if I could make them fat.
Nice chat.
I said suddenly remembering my folks
Didn't know where I was at.
Imagine that.
I knew it was time to scat.
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