#nag
The sun's hot rays nibbled lovingly at my face like an excited puppy.
It’s warming glow shrinking the coldness within me.
“Relax!” I urged my whirling mind, “let it go.”
Her words refused to obey, banished for a second
before charging back into my thoughts like that excited,
untrained puppy refusing to ”Stay!”
I watched the birds swooping and diving in the azure sky,
but I did not take them in.
I only saw her face, that face, as she said those words.
The words tore through me, the puppy now snapping like a wolf.
Those words, all I could hear, those words.
"Stop leaving the ****** tea bags in the sink!"
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
Did you post the mail I gave you? Asked the one I must obey.
Sure I posted it when at the shop, getting dog food yesterday.
You bought the dog food Tuesday, it’s now Friday afternoon.
Came the dig from Mrs perfect who was perched in our back room.
It couldn’t be, sure I watched the match, last night on the TV.
The mid-week game, on Wednesday, I sat on this settee.
Last night was flaming Thursday came the rant from down the hall.
I sat there dumb, my head a swirl, just staring at the wall.
The cloakroom door, her footsteps, her mutters getting loud.
Appearing in the doorway with my coat held like a shroud.
Her face was stern her shaking head I knew this was not good.
I smiled at her and tried a joke, maybe I could change her mood.
But I knew the night was ruined and any fun, well that was banned.
Cause she held that ****** letter grasped tightly in her hand.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
You finally said
You wanted me to leave though
I'd already tried to
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
Pellinore’s Fancy
by Michael R. Burch
King Pellinore was famous for hunting the Questing Beast, a rather odd, fantastical creature. Does its name suggest that the beast was dreamed up, or invented for the purpose of questing after it? Perhaps Pellinore simply didn’t want to stay home and needed a good (if farfetched) excuse to furnish his wife . . .
What do you do when your wife is a nag
and has sworn you to hunt neither fish, fowl, nor stag?
When the land is at peace, but at home you have none,
Is that, perchance, when ... the Questing Beasts run?
Keywords/Tags: King Pellinore, questing beast, hunt, Arthurian, legend, myth, wife, nag
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
Once I was a teen,
That's when Mum got mean,
Dragged us off on long drives,
Her whinging did give me hives,
Maybe she could not hack us growing,
Autonomy we wanted knowing,
We tried not to be like our mother,
Turned each into totally another,
Nag, nag, nag and moan,
Not again, I'd sit at home,
With music and a fur pal,
A book, a pen, a suburban gal......
So, in half a century,
Not much changed for me,
I sit and scribble, solo,
But never alone, my muse, lo!
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
I lovingly caressed its top,
Tenderly held it in my finger,
Quickly lit its bottom,
And inhaled longingly.
Slowly, my tension receded,
As I blew rings in the air,
Puff after puff after puff.
There was a knock on the door,
Quickly, I sprayed air freshener,
Opened the windows,
Slipped a chewing gum in my mouth.
It was mum,the same nag,nag,nag ....
I smiled and listened,
The special cigarette had stimulated me.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
I withhold this trophy tonight
for the worry you lag on and on
a sack you drag as it parties
owning your back, breaking the light
I withhold my hand and stop the words
for your voice seeps the air I breath
a strangle of the life that smiles
tugging me in the abyss of your devoid
I withhold my trust as I can't censor
the irk that traps and can't be tamed
a mafia that drives you crazy 24 hours
drugging me in a cage of no care
I withhold my question about our intentions
the drive that makes me explode
as I can't blame or save your paranoia
telling a fiction in the reality of stolen memories
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
The only anagram that I can't stand to read
is one that was just between you and me
the nag a ram was simple and meant a million things
at least it did to me
At times I wonder if it meant half of those things to you.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
duisternis in
Sonder olie,
Sonder lamp,
die nag het my ingewag
Mag ek vra
waarheen hy loop
die kronkelpad
só geknoop?
Seker nie!
dis te laat
vrae is heen
die wolke dreun
die miere vergader
om my rantsoene
en druppels besmeer
die kaart kontoere
en so is ek duisternis in
sonder olie
sonder lamp
die nag het my ingewag
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC