cranky bee was born on the underside of the hive
he has been cranky since minutes old, maybe five
this was from his mother, but his daddy agreed
He has always been angry, always seems peeved.
you could not have a regular conversation with him
He was always angry with Tom, Dick, Johnny and Jim
Always looking for the bad side, and always finding it too
He is still angry today, and he is forty-two
Most have moved on, and do not waste any time
They see that he is determined to be filled with irritation grime
cranky bee has never gotten over one single slight
Frankly, said my drone friend; he is not very bright.
We feel, but the things we feel can't be described in words.
Maybe there's no solution for such feelings,
Or maybe we're afraid it'll cause outer world chaos.
Yet it's causing chaos inside you.
Things meant to be talked about,
Problems meant to be solved,
But do we talk? Do we solve?
We rather avoid this discomfort.
We tend to accept familiarity
Because we're afraid of "what ifs?"
14 September 2024
©Maya Evans
Guilty, regret--Penalty, death--score four.
Draw straws, short-shot, long-hung, two-kill-one.
His short-[bang], his long-[hang]. Lose, I'm done for.
Broad swords, last breath be death. He's dead ... I won!
No, the court has ruled ... death. Bring out three more.
Why do I feel cranky in summer?
Everyone’s living, I'm not.
Burdened by cares, I can't set free
It's so darn hot!
It stifles the joys.
It forces me indoors.
The air is thick, it weighs me down.
My cheer is shortchanged, curtailed.
As summer days drag on and on,
The sun beats down, relentless, so strong,
The air is thick syrupy and heavy,
Unlike my patience, which is worn down to thread-bare thin.
Tiny things annoy me, it's like I can't ever win.
The bees buzz around inside my head endlessly.
Mosquitoes buzz around my ears relentlessly,
I swing, I swat, I slap, I stomp my feet, cry.
I'm spoiling for an impossible fight with an insect!
Which I know I can never win; why do I try?
In sweat-soaked clothes my temper flares!
When will this nightmare end?
It did, I had an ice-cream sundae with nuts!
cranky child crying
confectionery caress ~
calm cuddles comfort
Jank is a crank today; her hair messed up locks.
Crabby with the tabby on the block; mixed up socks.
Stay out of her way; ego trippin' attitude.
Missed the bus on the way to work; moody and lewd.
Jank is a crank today; flopped down hard on the couch.
Ran out of sugar for coffee; mixed up emotional grouch.
Dropped her phone on the cement; ten short on rent.
Forgot to pay her car note; now her money is all spent.
Jank was a crank today; looked within for a lift-up.
Went out to pet the cat; pulled her socks up.
Took a long walk; and had a convo with her soul.
Sat on the bench on her route; apologized for being low.
Old and Cranky
When I get old and cranky
I'll never phone old Hanky
I will water plants
I won't pee in pants
Cause sometimes get cranky
Written: Nov. 17, 2015
Theresa W-C
I worked for a cranky old boss
who came to work always quite cross.
Finally found out,
he developed gout,
when stocks took a capital loss.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
A warm Autumn heartache, purpose of the wind.
Carrying debris,
to their resting place beneath the tree.
Near and far, leaves fall on my lawn,-
from thousands of miles away,
to my driveway.
...I don't remember registering,
...my house to be the dump...