"exasperate" poems
Though you've barely had a ramble
are no wayward canine daddy of note
that brief encounter in our brambles
has left the experts fearing a cancerous growth
So we starve you of your pine nuts and bacon rinds
so we can feed you anaesthetic
and betray you to the thief of time
only to make you, I imagine, feel pathetic
And you often so full of life's exasperate scurry
I worry
will the shine stray from your eyes
those hazel pools of so much of
my feeling mature, just for
pertaining to a creature's care
we all seem in too much of a hurry
to stifle what little spirit
that surrounds us
to wear
down on every minor aspect
of childish delight
in this silent sacrament
of the aging process
and with arguably years
of your fatherhood left
in the very ***** some dry eyed savant
decides it correct we should tamper with
Tomorrow I will snuggle you in favoured, bouncy eiderdowns
that will blanket your unknowing
and treat you as if
you were an eastering child
on cured hams and other saltiness
after you awaken
from those strangest enforcements of sleep
and through our eyes we will trade more secrets to keep
And we will hope, as we only can, that it was for the best
For you, Yorkshire's son, or Sheringham's
And consider with all of your
exhuming breath
That we meddled, stilling over life
To cheat a slightly delayed death.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
****
mit ein(e)
gernierung
of... ******
MACDONALDS
for the protestants
MCDONALDS
for the catholics...
and **** the rest of it
whoop di do d'ah
whoopsie!
**** it...
i always called the IRA
the ginger ninja brigade...
******* *****
ha ha!
is that even permitted?
like...
oopsies?!
oh ****
the steam-roller is
giving it a shot at reading
the earth,..
flat...
map on paper?
**** me... no app....
****** you ever navigate a car
through the German Rhine roundabout?
what's in it?
Dortmund.. Essen...
you know that constipated
part of the road map of Europe...
ever navigate that trippy
conundrum ******** of navigation?
beside me...
can't speak german,
won't navigate in german,
no matter how many
Mercedes-Benz they pump out
from the Henry Ford institute of
the reclining chair,
supposing
die krupps to be squidgy clean...
i think the european translation
reads:
die Dortmund Ringe...
das Rhine Ringe...
**** allocating yourself to a rally car...
navigate through that sort
of German ********
achtung achtung...
autobahn ende!
vorwärtskreis
might as well salute for a second
coming of... hítlear!
shaking Stevens?
huh?!
knee on the no contra
the know: bother...
the english won't know...
isn't that nay?
i listen to too much lawyer
jargon...
i'd love to listen to
poetry...
but... i figured...
lawyers play the slight of
the sly of hand that poets
exasperate into toying with words
to accomplish art...
lawyers? the impasse of
judgement?
**** me!
apparently the argument
goes:
down syndrome...
psychopaths...
'ere by god's grace...
much grace, my lord...
too much grace...
two salvation pointers:
(a) i won't drink with them...
(b) i won't eat with them,
(c) there is no "c" that isn't
a "d" that isn't an "e"
"f", etc!
you get a zebra...
you get a null bonus!
a ******* safari of an automated
anti hamster Boston outfit!
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
at your own peril!
*dare to vex
provoke, antagonize, exasperate
that is what my words will do
they won't irritate or annoy,
bug or merely peeve,
a simple bother
insufficient
vex
your core,
demand
that you more
than mere question yourself
but riptide extracts the
elemental,
battery acid on the essence bared
learn the power of crafting words
for maximum effect
torment, infuriate,
expose yourself,
what has lain beneath the skin,
you will let me in,
to let you out
why play with poetry,
the most dangerous weapon
unless you nakedly intend to*
!dare to vex!
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
*I remember the first time I said hello
The evening sky was funny blue
But the Sunset was somewhat mellow
And to tell the truth I hadn't a clue
Of what I was upto speaking like that
Thought it would exasperate
But instead you laughed from the start
While I went on, and I felt great
I've met a lot of girls in my endeavors
Yet meeting you was my favorite
Straight away you did me no favors
But yes, that was just alright
I realized you were a thing worth the strive
And winning you over after a longtime,I felt alive*
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Either I'll see you in ten minutes,
God
or I’ll be lying in bed
self-induced coma
oatmeal upbringings from my esophagus
tremor stricken
shrunken sobs
grasp onto life
or onto toilet paper
in my bath of uppers
ill insist on decency
wear white
forced affection
carry me on chairs
and take my candy
and my daughter will exasperate
at the end of the lane
MOM
and will see the triple entante of assistance
and will choke
and stroke my forehead
and ill meet prostitutes
and color
and expel black liquids
from all crevices of my body
make this easy on me
God
or I’ll see you in ten minutes
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
1361
The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to its Down
By Arm of Chivalry.
1.6k
prices for car insurance and registration are too dear
when we part with our dollars we cry an odd tear
there is little or nothing we can do about the rising costs
they make on our finances such outlandish imposts
seemingly our money supply is dwindling away
as all we ever do is fork out dollar after dollar to pay
the days of owning a care shall come to an end
we've not enough money to handle this friend
those of us who rely on a car in the countryside
are not getting a good insurance or registration ride
horse and cart transport we'll have to rejuvenate
as the cost of keeping a car on the road does exasperate
to-day at the motor registry they'll be a lot like me
who'll be miffed with the ever increasing fees
we'll have a grumble and a bit of a whinging session
about how these costs can leave our wallets in recession
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
3 am
Eyelids are heavy
Thoughts are stirring
Merging, into new ones
Forming something magnificent
Chills down my body
Feel like hands trying to tickle
And my eyelids want to shut
I want to exasperate feelings
And sleep with a clear mind
Thoughts are out of line
Or unrealistic like hallucinations
I dream of going back in time
And fixing many things
Making myself into something
Something not inferior
Something that is not
Too diffrent or too the same
Critique comes from being
An individual, a follower, or a wannabe
Meanwhile I'm thinking
And trying to create;
To create the most beautiful colors
That I will see when I die.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Munificent two-act plot
Bug in a box; exasperate traded space by rule of fate
Savior rides high horse curse
The brain bully among altruistic thoughts
Ever is kind and gentle lost behind tepid colored curtain
Melodies play as menthol fulfills the allegory
Both almost half forgot, bowels in knots
Love making mammals misunderstand their own animal
Creation relegates creation and offers up a wintergreen mint
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I always fall in love with the unachievable:
her, writing, freedom
And as if that isn't sad enough,
it is my own cowardice and
self-imposed self-fucking-righteous
limitations
that hinder me from my luxuries
I wait too long for them
I trade words for numbers
I am a bad poem
with metaphors that exasperate
instead of enlighten
Eureka, I have figured myself out but I don't know what to do with it.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
There are times...
when we are
so close
so intimately
in tune
that we
breath...
speak...
steal a glance
in sync...
My heaven.
There are times...
when nothing works
timing is wrong
chosen words
trigger anger
tones...
exasperate...
My Hell.
There are times...
when there is nothing
I can't say to you...
and others
when there
is nothing I CAN say
My Purgatory.
There are times...
when I doubt
everything
and everyone
my ego and anger
can throw me off coarse
I will always
come home to you....
My Spirituality.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Darkness clouds my heart,
Because you will not be mine.
Mine so sweet as to
Not be my valentine.
Melancholy coldens your touch,
Against my lukewarm skin.
Even god will vouch
Against our sin.
You harshly deny,
Any hint of relationship,
And against the feel of you and your lips
I can tell you this is a lie.
Crushed and irate,
I feel the need to exasperate,
But honored by your need,
To feed on by hearts aching stings.
When night comes to take,
I feel a desire begin to quake,
For your body against mine,
And there you would be,
All I feel I have to do is sign
On the dotted line.
I think I understand,
Why to me you aren’t true.
But I think its time I reveal to you,
What I want and from whom.
A deadly relationship
To each of our pride.
But I have seen, and know you
Have another side.
I wish I could tell you
That this cannot go on.
But lust for your love, your touch
Has taken on my well of conscience.
True to me all
That I may not know,
The meaning of true love
I had hoped to find in you.
... To bad.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
The rule of three
Three is the number of holiness
Of wholeness
One plus one is two
And some say that two is magic
And perhaps it is
One plus one is roses and candle light and sunsets on beaches
But
When one plus one becomes three
Roses turn to baby's smiles and candle light turns to night lights and sunsets turn to sunrises after sleepless nights
A blazing fire turns to hot coals and wonder is no longer found in the fireworks
But in the quiet beauty of the everyday miracles around us
Some which inspire as much as the exasperate
Some who are as likely to make art with crayons as with **** from their diaper
The creation of three is messy and it is so ordinary as to seem mundane
But with the third comes the eyes to see beyond the mundane to see the ordinary miracles who, if you let them, will show you a glimpse of the face of God
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Daisy
My Daisy
Please help me to face me
The ache is incomplete
When you don’t talk to me
Please my daisy
Grab me
And taste me
Show me the self
I’ve been hiding
Daisy
My sweet perfume
Put the dagger in my heart
And push me to the edge
So I can see the darkness
One last time
I feel your tears talking to me softly
While you drink my thoughts
Stay with me and heal
My torturous mind
I have an ego that despises
Anything natural
But you seem like the only thing
Nature ever taught me
You feed me
You starve me
You **** me
You resurrect me
I wish you hated me
Then you could also love me
Be my metaphor
And correct my existence
Make me unnatural
You devious poison
Drink every last drop of me
And let me be devoured by
Your incorrections
And I’ll give you my flowers
And my costumes
My marionettes
And my muses
The helpless breath I exhale
When you stare at me
While I exasperate
consuming your adoration
Oh Daisy
I’m sorry for my tiring existence
Please long for my alteration
Long that I’m a narcissist
Shout at me
Make me cry
Let me be the one
That will take your life
Become the winter
I live in
And the spring I’ll never meet
Daisy you make me ill
Be a star and I’ll turn into your dust
Be a siren and entangle me with your song
Be the concept of time and I’ll make sure
To travel around your numbers to confuse you
Be space and I’ll create innumerable dimensions
To endanger your stability
Be a ghost and I’ll be the psyche you left behind to haunt you
Let me be insufferable
Please hate me, Daisy
Please lie to me and tell me you hate me
Make me your friend
And be my muse
Be my friend
Make me your muse
Spring tears into our eyes
As if we saw our worlds begin
After the summers we protected
We’ll be nothing more than memories
To an invented chaos
The spells we put upon our unhealed obsessions
To make them immortal
How immoral of us
To believe that love like ours
Could defeat the hatred we would draw towards each other
My little daisy
We’re bad people
We crave for desperation
We argue with the mornings
Because they’re too exhaustive for our hollow night blinded minds
Dance with me one last time
As the light we both hate showers us with
Desire
We lost the love in the night
Desire Daisy
Dance with me in the deathly reality of ours
And do as I plead
And I’ll do as you order
Daisy
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
You "adults," you exasperate me
with your evasions and delays.
You're going to have to change
some of the ways that you behave.
You aren't doing your homework,
you haven't cleaned the planet,
You aren't standing up to bullies,
you haven't been sharing your things,
and you're even playing with guns.
And you're pretending everything's ok.
You were taught better than this.
Sorry, but.. You're all grounded people.
And hand over those phones!
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
Knowing that I had but a short span
of time before
I would depart,
and cognisant of all that I had built
upon the trellis of my dreams.
I wondered how best to preserve
those unique sentiments
as my endowment to the world.
There seemed to be
no formula for one such as myself
to entertain the posthumous
yet valid sustentation of my life.
But then the gods,
or such as pass for them
in my philosophy,
took pity on this sinner
and vowed to store his yet
unsatisfied expressions
of Life’s truths
for all posterity.
They salted a rain cloud
with my spawning seed
that I might yet persist
in word and deed.
Then storms produced
a prophecy,
a bequest to my progeny
that when I am no more,
and worms have done their worst,
the nascent grains of my philosophy
shall still remain intact and undispersed.
And so these morbid lines
continue to enhance the pages
of this conduit;
to bore, excite, annoy, exasperate
and otherwise to plague their readership.
But have no fear:
take heart dear reader,
persist in honest faith
and reassurance that
the peregrinations of this verbal inning
is closer to its end
than its beginning.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
Connection is not made by drawing hard lines in the sand
We can only draw off of the blurred relections that bounce the water's surface
And we suppose the cause
We guess
We estimate the source that is reflected
Based on our own reflection
It's true, I have never walked in your shoes
But don't exasperate all ignorance to believe for a single iota of time you have walked in mine
So, where do we go from here?
At what point across the increased expanse can we build a bridge?
Believe it will be worth the effort
All good in history has started this way
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Need you away.
Pure, like scour wind through skeletal hedges
Stark upon a skylined field. No leaves.
Gone.
Want no shelter.
Want no easy sooth. The words themselves
Are blown: Beside the point. Always
To exasperate by nearness, not
Quite near enough. So go.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
I'm reeling myself in
like an old tape played, stretched
too thin by toddlers who
had their fun ********* my core
I am made to sensitize music
against a wheel as I am lying
in shambles against the hostile
cracks of the floor.
Spread too far out from my
beginnings, looking at small infinities
like how a drunk gofer gawks
at the pile of jobs on his hands
They used to love me.
I smelled mixtapes and anecdotes
in the curve of my spin
But I guess stories exasperate
for they are left in my past luster
like an old flame kept secret.
I will never sound the way I
once was again.
People leave when something
is unfixable as the chaos
of liquor in their bathrooms
and memories dilate
the visions of their nightmares
like a poison ivy
I am just but a stored conspiracy
of little lies they all have told me.
I'll loop until I am as discarded
as the empty case that
once meant everything to everybody.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Physique of my lover can I achieve such a naiad,
Soaked earth with the blackened river aves beneath,
My craving my ardor without end my steadfast love,
Sinuous languid as we ponder close to the shore,
The cups of her ***** as her eyes filled with lack,
Voice withering in a delectation tone of anxiety,
This moment appetences my desirable ecstasies,
It is not your Intellect that has drawn me to thee,
I voraciously long to hear voice your skin your laugh,
But a number of things that have cause me amiss,
It is but all of you my naiad it is your entire being,
This cognizance made me fall deeply in love with thee,
Things that not said take away from your lucid charm,
The sovereign nose of your deferential silhouette,
This is how you become it makes all seem so alive,
I want to masticate the enduring hue of your core,
Rumbling surge come closer to exasperate my Naiad,
I hope to find her once again along the Sinuous Languid,
By A. Guzaldo 07/16/2018 ©
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
How do you explain this—
When you love to be alone, yet are haunted by loneliness?
The silence becomes louder than a screaming heart.
Whispers fill the mind while the soul feels unbearably heavy.
Even when surrounded by millions of people,
The mind still feels like a vacuum.
Life becomes a useless desire, and people always exasperate me.
The ghost of silence haunts me so horribly that I lose my real self.
I long to escape this reality—
To fall out of existence.
Yet I fail so hopelessly and miserably,
And finally, I let myself wither in the emptiness of this world.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
You refuse to see
That you aggravate me
You talk nonstop
I think my ears will rot
You give me so much to think about
That I overload and have to shout
You’re annoying in everything you do
But I’m for some reason drawn to you
You’re the one I love to hate
I’m the one you love to exasperate
You have this weird kind of charm
That causes me the greatest alarm
Your every move is a puzzle
If I could I’d give you a muzzle
You are the one to light my fuse
Forever and a day you are my muse
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
The reminisces of golden days
Will never cease to reverberate;
They will strangulate his silences,
And exasperate his afflictions.
In the hollow tunnel of his imaginations,
They will sprinkle scents of mortifications.
The parched cracks on his lips,
Will receive the rains of insinuations.
His crimson eyes will be shaded with
The opaque pigment of humiliations.
His recluse world will be linked with,
Pangs, pains and penitence.
© Badee Uz Zaman.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC