Irritated And Frustrated Readers
IRRITATED AND FRUSTRATED READERS
Irritated and frustrated readers
Angry ones also.
Bored ones too.
I must be doing something wrong.
A Poet is meant to please
And dissatisfaction should not be
His greatest creation.
Oh woe is me and my words
We have become
Better unheard.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Frustrated
Im frustrated cuz i cant tell if it's real
Frustrated because i don't know how you feel.
Im frustrated cuz you didnt call last night.
Frustrated because there is no trust.
Im frustrated cuz i need you night and day
Frustrated because i can't have things my way.
Im frustrated cuz you never want to hold my hand.
Frustrated because im starting to understand.
Im frustrated cuz we cant be together.
Frustrated because i'll remember you for ever.
poem by Isabel Vicuna
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Cannot Stay Mad At People For Long
Sometimes people write words,
when they are frustrated and angry.
They then send those words
to someone to ease what they are feeling,
not knowing how deep that they will hurt.
Then remorse sets in,
they regret what they have written,
but they cannot take those words back,
though they wish they could.
It is too late and they think
a friend they have lost.
The person who received those words,
yes they are hurt. They want to do something in retaliation,
so they ignore that person,
but they find
they cannot stay mad at them for long.
They forgive them
for what they have done,
hoping that when they are frustrated and angry,
they will not take it
again out on them.
poem by David Harris
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Frustrated Again
Muir-Trujillo-
Frustrated again! (4x)
Destroy my vision - mental collision. The purpose
fading - you keep me waiting
Like stuck in traffic - my thoughts go static again
Frustrated again! (4x)
Start with lying - there's no denying. My mind starts
slippin' - mentally trippin'
Your apathy - comes right back to me
Frustrated again! (4x)
(lead)
Frustrated again! (2x)
Your rationale - don't understand how. Lose
concentration - find more frustration
Learned no lesson - but you keep messin' with me
Frustrated again
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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~ Checkmate Again ~
Pondering
Readers commentate
Of late
Perspiring to be:
Poet!
Working on words
Stand on mark to
Get set
And gooooooo…
Lo!
Words are
I find
Grotesque foe! !
Dear readers
Again I regret
Unless you surrogate
Can’t be a Poet
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Poet Who Has No Readers
THE POET WHO HAS NO READERS
The poet who has no readers
Needs the writing of the poetry
Loves the writing of the poetry
More than any recognition or praise
He may receive for it-
The poet who has no readers
Writes nonetheless,
For he needs and loves to write
Though he not be read or listened to at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence
Silence is a great blue bell
Swinging and ringing, tinkling and singing,
In measure’s pleasure, and in the supple symmetry
of the soaring of the immense intense wings
glinting against
All the blue radiance above us and within us, hidden
Save for the stars sparking, distant and unheard in their
singing.
And this is the first meaning of the famous saying,
The stars sang. They are the white birds of silence
And the meaning of the difficult famous saying that the
sons and daughters of morning sang,
Meant and means that they were and they are the children
of God and morning,
Delighting in the lights of becoming and the houses of
being,
Taking pleasure in measure and excess, in listening as in
seeing.
Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage.
Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of
love.
So that when the great blue bell of silence is stilled and
stopped or broken
By the babel and chaos of desire unrequited, irritated and
frustrated,
When the heart has opened and when the heart has spoken
Not of the purity and symmetry of gratification, but action
of insatiable distraction’s dissatisfaction,
Then the heart says, in all its blindness and faltering
emptiness:
There is no God. Because I am hope. And hope must be
fed.
And then the great blue bell of silence is deafened, dumbed,
and has become the tomb of the living dead.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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I get irritated, nervous, very tense or stressed, but never bored.
quote by Catherine Deneuve
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A Poem Whose Meaning The Poet Does Not Know
A POEM WHOSE MEANING THE POET DOES NOT KNOW
A poem whose meaning the poet does not know
Is a question only its readers can answer.
But if in the silence of endless absence
There are no readers
A poem whose meaning the poet does not know
Becomes a poem which does not exist.
And a poem which does not exist
Is not the poem the poet dreamed
When he heard in the night or the early morning
That rush of music that sequence of sounds
Which seemed to say more than he would ever understand
As he wrote it down in haste
For fear it somehow would be lost.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Readers
Wormed,
I have died many times in this life;
Dragged,
I have suffered many times in this life;
But my readers will learn from me like the sea of love,
For, i am with the works of peace in this world.
Readers, reed, read, dear, deer, ear, ears, are, red;
Now i feel safe with you,
But the level of your love stems out from your hearts! !
Readers, sad, rare, dare, sear, seer, see, sea, as;
And like the muse of your love!
For, it comes out straight from the heart.
Readers,
My source of pleasure;
Readers,
The source of my hope;
But, forgivde me if i have wronged you,
For the acts of your total power is like the loyal soldier!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Poet Who Has Few Readers
The poet who has few readers
Needs the writing of the poetry
Loves the writing of the poetry
More than any recognition or praise
He may receive for it-
The poet who has few readers
Writes nonetheless,
For he needs and loves to write
Though little read and listened to.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm just generally hugely frustrated, I'm a very, very frustrated man. I'm just a ball of pent-up frustration.
quote by Allan Carr
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By-and-large, these are families that are just waiting to get out of here. They are frustrated; I would be, too. I get frustrated at the cash register counter when the paper runs out.
quote by Russel Honore
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Annoyfrustirrated
Irritated, frustrated
sick of that, sick of this
Change it all, change it now
bring more smiles, bring less frowns
Dont wanna cry, just wanna laugh
just want this dreadful time to pass
Quickly with success
quickly with more progress
Annoyed with this, annoyed with that
tired of all of this, tired of all of that
Stressed cuz of this, depressed over that?
When i'm happy- i'm calm
and all i want is that
~IP23
poem by Iron Panda 23
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Sigh of Relief
I get sad
too sad, when I dont get external support, encouragement and praise
it sucks.
I get sad
too sad, when I think of the direction
or lack thereof,
My life is taking-
no
that I am moving my life in.
I get frustrated,
too frustrated when I wonder
what is wrong with me, and why cant I be
Just like everyone else
And then I realize,
truly realize,
that you cannot fit a square peg
into a circle.
You have to search for the square opening that's waiting for you.
Changes
I'm not supposed to be scared of anything
But I don't know where I am
I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted
And nobody understands
(How I feel)
I'm tryin' hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs
Theres no one here to talk to
And the pain inside is making me numb
I try to hold this, under control
They can't help me
'Cause no one knows
Now I'm going through changes, changes
God I feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated save me
Now I'm going through changes, changes
I'm feelin' weak and weary walkin' through this world alone
Everything I say, every word of it cuts me to the bone
(And I bleed)
I've got something to say but now I got nowhere to turn
It feels like Ive been buried underneath all the weight of the world
I try to hold this, under control
They can't help me
Cause no one knows
Now Im going through changes, changes
God I feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated save me
Now Im going through changes, changes
I'm blind and shaking
Bound and breaking
I hope I make it through all these changes
Now Im going through changes, changes
God I feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated save me
Now Im falling apart now I feel it
But Im going through changes, changes
God I feel so frustrated lately
And I get suffocated I hate this
But Im going through changes, changes
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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In the end, my reasons for moving down the timeline and introducing a new cast have more to do with keeping myself entertained, on the assumption that if I get bored, my readers are going to be even more bored.
quote by Raymond E. Feist
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Hunting or Fishing?
Hunting or fishing – which is better?
That is what I am thinking about!
In business many hunt for customers;
Some men prefer casting net to catch fish!
Even for poets the position is the same
In poetry websites to catch readers!
Some lay wise traps to catch readers!
I use fishing rod with a needle and bait
To catch readers who can understand!
Whether the rank is high or low it is
Immaterial but the true comment is!
Hunting readers to comment and rank
Or fishing readers to comment and rank
Are not really going to enhance one’s status;
For, voluntary comments are indeed valuable!
Poets are jealous to appreciate others’ merit
But some poets raise the status of others!
So, letters to such poets increase sans end!
This is the status of poetry websites now!
So, it is left to you to hunt or fish or lay trap
As you wish to catch readers for rank, etc.!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Forever his eyes can see.....
Painting beautiful words and painting with words,
Painting an ugly portrait with a hidden beauty,
Portraiture means, sometimes, silent poetry,
And other times, means a flower blossoming,
A miracle and a privilege,
Or just beauty beyond the words.
With tears like drops of rain, with tears in the rain,
Portraiture is an ice cube in the water of colors,
Floating on the river of time....
Sweet thoughts of the portraitist are coming to light,
Becoming creative and insightful realities...
He's always angry with himself, but he's never hating himself,
When he wants to be a witness, who testifies the truth.
He, sometimes, becomes frustrated, while he is living with his faith
And his divine malignant fever means writing poems,
Which are born, sometimes, from his obsessions with music.
It is about that kind of music,
Which is torturing his dreams throughout the night
And makes the weight of his loneliness to creep inside.
Behind his soul's door, always the loved souls
Can hear his musical notes...
His poetical lines are other times immense pools of light,
In which the readers wet their thoughts
To see the eyes of the Father, in that spiritual Earth paradise,
Where all souls stand as equals....
To see the eyes of the Father, in that spiritual Earth paradise,
Where forever his eyes can see.....
dedicated to our poet Eyan Desir
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.
quote by John Hersey
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Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.
quote by Herman Hesse
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