#exasperation
Get thee hence! Get thee hence!
Away the riffraff from my fence
Ye've rattled window and rattled doors
Till there's no peace upon the moors
The hallowed folk have fled their graves
To rid themselves these noisome knaves
The tyrants peal rings through my head
Till any room for thought is dead
I'd rid myself this fearsome bane
If I had not a limp and cane
Yet wield do I that wood in vain
For the blighters to abstain
Their laughter loud begins to boil
Not troubled they at all my toil
Surrender I with naught a choice
For it seems I've lost my voice
I must placate them one and all
Returning to them their playball
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
The hour is an uneasy,
the hour is exasperated,
it paces from one room to another,
taking great strides
to pull me by the wrist
and take me straight to bed.
Not yet,
give me a second a said.
I thirst for a swig
of what this bar has to offer.
Neat! The hour is impatient,
no chance for me to relish
growing old,
no way to feel my insides glycate,
it wants time back,
this itching hour.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder why you love me.
I used to think it was my own selfishness begging the question forward.
But today I wonder because when I get on a roll
(and I do, often)
I can start seeing the impatience develop in the corners of your eye.
I don't know if it's always been,
or if just now it's become obvious to me,
but I can see it beginning to irritate you.
All my highfalutin recitations of my latest reading.
All of my internal cross-examination.
All of the stones I turn over and over in my hand - at you.
It's getting a bit much.
But you see I'm just too chock-full of existence
and you are the only vessel to pour it into.
I crave novelty and I can see that you,
instead,
crave peace.
You've watched the world worry over itself for long enough and you want to rest.
I never let you rest.
So then comes the questions again,
why is it you love me?
I am so restless and so curious and so mean.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
You complained when the drinks ran out;
Alcohol's synonymous with fun, you said.
I rolled my eyes, presented the concept
Of conversation- you wouldn't give in
And, in exasperation,
I split the bottle on the bone in my leg, shard to shin,
Muttered snidly as I bled,
"Hope you like red".
(Better to be, than keep feeling dead)
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Hello everyone,
I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!
I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?
The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.
Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines
Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world
Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!
Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
Jeff Gaines
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
don't yell at me
and then forget
to close
the kitchen door.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
*I tried to communicate with you
Bared out my soul on my lips and my emotions through my words
Made plain my darkest, most embarrassing insecurities and needs
Not withholding for a moment anything that put me at unease.
I laid my doubts before you: my heart battered, bruised and broken
Craving tender responses, and the gentle soothingness of your reassurance
But words led to arguments, and arguments to distance
As we traded accusations across like terpsichoreans in an impassioned dance
Till suddenly I found myself lonely... and alone
All because I had dared to dislodge emotional cornerstones
So words no longer became the path to emancipating my emotions
I swallowed up my feelings and let them simmer like a slow-brewing potion
For if you cannot feel my pain, laid plain through my words
Then perhaps you can perceive them in my Silence...*
#BlueRain
2017
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Hush! there
the silence stirs, flutters--
is so again.
And in the early
mornings air we hear-- again
the sparrow's song.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
*My greatest flaw is I only
feel alive when am in rage
That's why I never cool off
easily for I feel in doing so
am giving a piece
of me away...*
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
Scary dream
Mangled screams
But oh how do YOU envision such a scene?
Much different I suppose
Than oh. One of THOSE
Sighing slowly
Ever near
When will I be free from here?
Arms unbound and heart now found
Free to make such awful sounds
up and down inside out
spread me thin through the ground
Cover them up. Hide them true
Sew me up lace the wounds
Send me far far away
In tomorrow, instead of today.
Scary dreams
Mangled screams
Coming from inside
Where darkness makes a hide
Seeping into the shadows
Creasing ever corner
Oh how I wonder
If I should really warn her?
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I wanna wear you like a cloak,
Hugging tight, as if I am cold...
Sometimes I wanna hang you on a rack,
Feeling sweaty and need some air..
At times I feel you are sweet,
And my diabetes makes me wanna eat,
At times, you are a hot 'cross' bun,
I silently drop you till someone takes the brunt.
There are times, you make me feel mushy, tear some,
And at times, you make me worrisome,
Yet few times, I feel like kidnapping you and demand a ransom.
Other times, I wanna a hold on to you and pay lump sum.
It will all be over this lifetime,
So let's do some over time...
Let us laugh, fight, **** and like
Like today is the last day left, of our lives.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC