Woes Poems

Words of woes

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Sooner go words inconsequent,
For long stays silence eloquent.
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Dawn’s early sun was unfolding its mat of golden rays,
The sky still showed traces of dawn’s soft reddish glow,
Air was imbued with promise of warn days.
What would Buddha say, disciples were keen to know, 
Awaiting him to come and say a few words of grace
After a long-held silence,

Tending the Withered Woes

Once well-intended
morning sun alarmed my rise
voices stirred the field
tasks like steady watering —
enlisted day's living work

Then the old gates closed
the pathway seldom walked choked —
soil forgot the spade
plants shrank back for want of care
petals curled back deep within

Left unattended
the garden grows weeds of woe
memory withers —
branches sag beneath own weight
the reek of neglect lingers

Yet the

Grocery Woes

As so many shoppers
consistently doing all manner of wrong
fail to return their trolleys
from whence they came to where they belong
it really irks when I leave work
drive my hybrid to the supermarket
circle the car park for what seems hours
and can't find a place to park it
the question may seem odd to some
and yet I have to

Vacation

We're going on vacation 
Words innocent and pure
Visions of sun and beaches 
Are conjured up for sure

The marketers are genius
At portraying family bliss
A carefree family skipping
Through waves not to be missed

But just below the surface 
Lurk undertones of woe
The preparations necessary
Belay the surface glow

The focus turns to prepping
The job, the house the yard
The feeding of the pets
The domicile

Lost

My heart is lost in depth of woes,
While sorrows echo loud.
As tears descend with silent throes~
Beneath a veil of cloud.

In the dark I grope for my lost heart,
But it's slipped beyond my firm grip.
Each tear I shed softens its grave,
And deeper it sinks, out of reach.

My anguish drums a hollow grief,
No hope of joy or

Mother-in-Law Woes

Face like a bulldog
She didn't understand "no"
She is the puppet master

Paddy's Woes

Saint Paddy’s Day came and it went.
A gastronomical event.
	the food was spot on,
	my arteries groan
I’m sorely in need of a stent!

Worries Whimsical Woes Vogon Poetry

Written: January 10, 2025

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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.

Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the

Air Cast Woes Aired

the cast
and call…we’re tight
the shelves are high and tip
of toes supposed to lift…must ask
for help

Wazobian Woes

In Agbada's flowing folds
—a masquerade of pride,
A dance of deception, where skills are hard to hide.
Like play, like play, Wazobia's woes unfold
—a tale of woes, where darkness takes its toll.

Bad governance
—a hydra-headed beast,
Feasting on hope, leaving only despair to feast.
Youthful dreams like embers, flicker and fade,
As leaders weave a web of deceit
—a tapestry of shade.

Their

middle school woes

a bathroom skirmish
eighth grade gang of bullies
middle school woes

Echoing woes

Petals drenched in poison pearls of emerald envy, 
carefully placed objectives whilst adrift in my tears of realization 

Longing sorrowful souls among lilac lakes, 
buried deep into somber depths of tinkering procrastination  

Starving for ruby righteousness and pristine perfection, and yet still reaching towards a tilt heart searching desperately sunset embers

Distinguishing luminescent authenticity among

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS HELP AGAINST OUR WOES

August 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 45-47

Key Verse – Jeremiah 45:3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS HELP AGAINST OUR WOES	

Praise be to God for helping

8-8-2024

Memories tell lies, 
“Behind enemy lines” is getting caught in my mind.
But “two twos” overslept, 
Behind glossed over eyes the secrets are kept. 

So memories tell lies, 
That you already know. 
My youth kept inside hides, 
That’s something I just couldn’t let go. 
That self supremacy just wouldn’t die, 
Why, 
Oh why shouldn’t I just

Who knows Woes?

Meant to say, "I miss you." No, it won't take long. The longing kept going and going; it's 
gone.
Is there a reason I see you in song? The song remains the same except when stations 
change.
Instances of tempted moments held in my head, forgot how it felt to roam on our old 
homestead.
When thinking, sat

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