"badgered" poems
A dream dreamt for a millennium
Everyday oozing away as I badgered and prayed
For one splendiferous day
To feel limitless and ecstatic in my cranium.
Suddenly, my dream came to fruition
All this time was worth the anticipation
My brittle bones became strong through elation
My every cell frenetic with love's constitution.
The dream fulfilled
Vanished without warning
Soaking my heart in distrust and mourning
Creating in the center of my mind an emptiness so still.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
SELECTED FROM THE IRISH NOVELISTS
THERE was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
It charmed away the merchant from his guile,
And turned the farmer's memory from his cattle,
And hushed in sleep the roaring ranks of battle:
And all grew friendly for a little while.
Ah, Exiles wandering over lands and seas,
And planning, plotting always that some morrow
May set a stone upon ancestral Sorrow!
I also bear a bell-branch full of ease.
I tore it from green boughs winds tore and tossed
Until the sap of summer had grown weary!
I tore it from the barren boughs of Eire,
That country where a man can be so crossed;
Can be so battered, badgered and destroyed
That he's a loveless man: gay bells bring laughter
That shakes a mouldering cobweb from the rafter;
And yet the saddest chimes are best enjoyed.
Gay bells or sad, they bring you memories
Of half-forgotten innocent old places:
We and our bitterness have left no traces
On Munster grass and Connemara skies.
2.6k
There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
It charmed away the merchant from his guile,
And turned the farmer's memory from his cattle,
And hushed in sleep the roaring ranks of battle:
And all grew friendly for a little while.
Ah, Exiles wandering over lands and seas,
And planning, plotting always that some morrow
May set a stone upon ancestral Sorrow!
I also bear a bell-branch full of ease.
I tore it from green boughs winds tore and tossed
Until the sap of summer had grown weary!
I tore it from the barren boughs of Eire,
That country where a man can be so crossed;
Can be so battered, badgered and destroyed
That he's a loveless man: gay bells bring laughter
That shakes a mouldering cobweb from the rafter;
And yet the saddest chimes are best enjoyed.
Gay bells or sad, they bring you memories
Of half-forgotten innocent old places:
We and our bitterness have left no traces
On Munster grass and Connemara skies.
2.2k
There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
It charmed away the merchant from his guile,
And turned the farmer's memory from his cattle,
And hushed in sleep the roaring ranks of battle:
And all grew friendly for a little while.
Ah, Exiles wandering over lands and seas,
And planning, plotting always that some morrow
May set a stone upon ancestral Sorrow!
I also bear a bell-branch full of ease.
I tore it from green boughs winds tore and tossed
Until the sap of summer had grown weary!
I tore it from the barren boughs of Eire,
That country where a man can be so crossed;
Can be so battered, badgered and destroyed
That he's a loveless man: gay bells bring laughter
That shakes a mouldering cobweb from the rafter;
And yet the saddest chimes are best enjoyed.
Gay bells or sad, they bring you memories
Of half-forgotten innocent old places:
We and our bitterness have left no traces
On Munster grass and Connemara skies.
1.9k
they told me that i was a girl
for i was wearing mascara and blush
they told me that i was a boy
for i was playing with trucks
they badgered me about my gender
they asked me where I fit in
i told them with wisdom that it was none of their business
my gender is not my identity
my gender is not who i am
they demanded to know what i am
i am a truck-loving, makeup-wearing human
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Ambivalence sat in a corner staring off into space
as Antipathy tried so very hard to keep up with the pace
Cruelty crept up behind
to pinch them one by one
while Greed badgered them all
to be a part of the fun
Lust writhed upon its chair
and licked its lips upon a grin
Timidity cringed against the wall
bombarded by thoughts
of touching unholy sin
Narcissism saw no one else
while Awareness saw them all
When Love walked in
to join the group
the walls began to fall....
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 6:52 AM UTC
They badgered me, berated me.
They beat me and they hated me.
They seemed to want me to die
Too soon, then, so did I.
I was different, and that was the reason.
Too many saw that as a form of treason.
I had to adhere to the boundaries
That were set for us artificially
They had no reference to reality;
More to some kind of elite tyranny.
And, I still find it horribly strange
That very little has changed.
The rules are still very much
Incredibly socially out of touch.
Strive to be elite or be beaten
And ultimately, almost literally eaten
By the swarm of mindless fools
That go on defending the rules
That allow children to be thugs
And, come to school to sell drugs;
That let the criminals escape
And, turn a blind eye to ****
And abuse and battering
But keep the ******** clattering
At PTA, school board and council meetings
More concerned with politics
Than the real-time subjects
Such as kids afraid of attending
Because the battlefield is never ending.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Halloween is my favorite time of year
We threw a costume party it was full of cheer
Two nights later you flew into a rage
I felt like a bird trapped in a cage
You yelled and badgered me for hours
In my face your mood completely sours
You finally burst into strange laughter
As if your personality began to fracture
I drop my daughter off to go trick-or-treating
She didn't need to see me get a verbal beating
Time to get my daughter from her night of fun
I find you in another room with your father's gun
I ask you what you think you're doing
A familiar hateful look stings me for asking
I warned you I could not do this anymore
I needed to leave to see what life has in store
No more drama because of your illness
My life is no longer filled with sadness
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
today you made me angry and i hate you for that. i hate
that you act like your six-year old brother, who’s cuter than you
and can get away with **** like that. ooh, did i offend thee?
poor dear, perhaps you’d like to stuff your face with some humble pie
instead of that shit-cake that i made two nights ago.
and pur-lease, don’t give me some ******** that i ignore you.
you do the same thing. and don’t act like sorry is just a word.
**** you! is love just a word to you, too? ha! let’s scrawl it out
on your forehead and see if you can feel how i feel for just a second.
i’d like to say a lot of things to you right now but they’re far too mean,
or for you at least. i can’t say anything without getting yelled at
anymore. shocking, since i’m stuck beneath your sad little jabs
all the time and i only laugh because it’s water off a duck’s back.
and now you sing down to me like rapunzel and i can’t help
but feel sad, wishing that i hadn’t ignored you in the first place
and that you hadn’t badgered me until i actually decided to be a *****
so yes, forgive me when you’d like and i will forgive you.
but don’t give me some whatever that means ******** because everything
i do for you is for you and me together. i am not hateful
when i tell you the truth, but perhaps the truth is more than you’d like
to hear right now. or perhaps all the time? i’m sorry. really i am,
and though you may never say you’re sorry to me, i can still hope.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
all at once
He degraded me, badgered me, and would never me kiss him good-night
Blood.
Water.
Oil.
One of us has to rise to the top.
Unless your only fantasy is in the forest.
That forest is now a development for condos.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
You left me, long ago
At first I was puzzled
Where were you, where had you gone
I tried everything to find you
I begged you to return
Bribed you with expensive gifts
Built you a wonderful nest
Listened to your demands
And badgered and begged you to return
I gave you the best years of my life
And some of the worst ones, too
Now we sit on opposite ends of the couch
A distance of two feet,
Yet light years, parsecs, universes
There is no measure of the distance between us.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
When quotes hit you in the face like a brick
When dear ones ramble quotes-of-nothings
To fix my "current plight"
It makes me sick.
Do I look like I want your ill-thought quotes
That any fool with Google can condure?
I know I sound ungrateful -
Perhaps a weather beating and endurance has made me so
But really I just wish to be alone.
Locked inside the walls which are
My self made cage
Does not mean I am on self destruct
It means I want to be alone
Alone is healthy, I want to befriend my mind and my beaten feelings.
I want to base my happiness on me
But I can't do that while I'm badgered
By Tinseltown- quotes and an "antidote"
Known as a quick fix -
This isn't temporary, I've to live with me for life - there is no out of this sentence
So can't you let me love me
lost in a cage alone?
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
my son learned to ride his bike today..he pushed off slowly and then rolled away.
he turned 8....2 weeks ago .
but was fearful of riding and I. Think l know why.
it took months and months of coaxing and then the light went on it was almost Zen.
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we found an empty lot and I badgered him some I coaxed and cajouled. challenged his feelings.
after two straight hours here comes hell on wheels.what have I done.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
one day has passed and your leaving has not passed
still as thick as molasses
a badgered beavered up creek **** it
puddles thicken flood
and their a'int no levy
to catch the overflow
gonna be
moss on every tree
vines grown like spiderwebs
Magnolia leaves floating down the creek
like paper plates
snakes enjoying a bath and guppies
on the banks flopping
in ecstasies jumping in like
we did way back when
on those banks of the Chatahootchee
a rope hanging
foreshadowed
something we knew
but ignored
you took a way I me mine
chose to see
yours and my destiny
we all die
someday
but my burden
seems to be I am still alive
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC