Welcome to Day 19 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
We all have things that irritate or annoy us. What foibles annoy you either personally, emotionally, physically or professionally?
Let it all out on our 2nd VENT DAY of the 5th Annual April Write.
Your topic and title for Day 19 is: “Irritation”
Watch the video to hear my poem, ‘Can I touch your hair?’
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Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Mark Paleologo1:50am Apr 19
irritation
pondering so
first person rapture
the stone to pluck
the offending eye
the nagging pain
the chronic itch
of one day wasted
a generation
seeking wonders
and signs
failing to embrace
the miraculous
our distance from the sun
all the proportions
the oxygen
the water
the salt
my thumb
my daughters
trees
the thought
that i would fail
to see the beauty
the splendor
breaks
my heart
(C)April 2012 Mark Paleologo
Bayley Marina
Fuck, Fucking, fuck, fuck
Fucking fuck, fuck fuck
Fuck
Fucking fuck
What is it you wanted me to do?
Simple start anew
No it won’t take me long
I understand you change your plan
If only we knew, that’s true
Fucking fuck fuck
Fuck
Three months in the bin
Where do I begin?
Fucking fuck
(c)April 2012 Marina Bayley
Sherryl Blu My Irritation: Your decaying breath!
It narks me and it pains me
That you cannot seem to see
The devastation of your breath
And what it’s doing to me
I cringe whenever you’re around
I want to run away
I want to steer well clear from you
I want to hear nothing you have to say
I find your breath offensive
The stench…it just kicks ass
I’m baffled how you manage it
Why does this odour last?
Why does it continue to linger
Several minutes after you have gone
It impacts on me greatly
The smell…well it’s full on!
It reminds of a garbage bin
Or perhaps a food waste, land-fill
It’s got undertones and sub odours
Reminiscent of dated pig swill!
It reminds me of a carcass
That’s been left in the sun for months
Its rancid, gross, disgusting
Heck! It really packs a punch!
I cannot for the life of me
Work out, or even want to know
Why your mouth is like this
In your stomach do ugly things grow?
Is there a brand new life form
That’s spawned directly from the pong
Ones that don’t have noses
So they just mosey on along
Not knowing how or whence they came
The hows, the whys, the whats
Just existing, living in the reek
Smelling worse than a million sweaty socks
Are you even aware of this…
Punishment we have to endure?
Are you oblivious to what you omit
Or do you really know the score?
Are you cackling inside
Knowing how much you offend?
But continuing on anyway
To not know, you pretend
My stomach churns just thinking on it
I seriously want to vom
Just knowing you’ve even a wife at home
And to her you are the one!
Stinking breath in all its glory
How often does she get a gob full?
I deeply sympathise with her
Being subjected to a rotten mouth full
Putrid, rank malodorous
All words I would use to show
Just how decomposed you actually smell
Then again you probably already know
You mouth it irritates me
You’re bad, you’re mouldy, you’re off
And until you learn how to wash your mouth
You need to go get lost!!!
Written by Sherryl Shairi©
Thursday 19th April 2012
Lana Joseph The Uninvited____.
“By LJ”
No invitation…
causes irritation…
everytime she shows her face
the noise level turns into a discrace
Why would a person continue to darken your door?
Why would they come to haunt your space…
when you’ve clearly said before
I will call you?
Please don’t come to our home anymore.
When she show’s no respect
what does she expect?
It’s difficult to be nice…
when you’ve asked more than thrice.
We are so tired of this irritation!
Yet… I’ve found jubilation…
because I refused to stoop to a lower level
of aggravation…
We’ve found a solution to this negative problem
by simlpy ignoring the lady at the door;
since she choooses to dishonor our requests
we don’t not answer the door
We are happier even more…
by simply refusing…
the uninvited____.
*aprilwrite19/30*
Copyright © 2012 LJ
Halim A Flowers
Sisyphus
I hate you so much right now!!!!!!
But i’m going to love you later
Do we break up
Make fuss
Just to make make-up love????
I can’t stand you
Get the hell away from me!!!!!!
But don’t go too far
For too long
Because I’ll miss you like crazy
I’ll text
I’ll leave you a million messages
Because even though you get on my nerves
The most
I love you
The most……..
Sisyphus!!!!!!!!!!
(c)April 2012 Halim A Flowers
Zita Holbourne
IRRITATING
Stinking arm pits on packed tube trains
Just had your hair done and it rains
Racists, fascists, spreading their hatred
Insincere greetings that come belated
IRRITATING
Bad breath right up in your face
People continually on your case
Crusty feet in open toed shoes
Moonies on the bus after too much booze
IRRITATING
Insincere people who always act fake
Noisy neighbours who keep you awake
Rudeness and arrogance
Hiding behind ignorance
IRRITATING
Nose pickers
Crotch scratchers
Purse snatchers
Phone hackers
IRRITATING
Jumpers of queues
Rotten flus
Cheaters and thieves
Those who deceive
IRRITATING
Tory leaders
Greedy bankers
Fakers and liars
Punctured tyres
IRRITATING
(c)April 2012 Zita Holbourne
Justice Chikandamina
Felt like punching the sky
I did feel like
punching the sky
with my middle finger
when i heard
the priest
from our church
had abused children
it did disturb
something
under my skin
irritated was i
with the same
middle finger
i forced myself
to puke
i felt better
when i threw up
the sacrament and
the alter wine…
(c)April 2012 Justice Chikandamina
Marina Bayley
Going to work in the rain, it makes me want to weep
Turn the covers over my head, and put the clock to sleep
People who sit on my leg, when they can take another sit
Meetings at 9:00 when 10:00 would have worked just as well
Then chair that don’t chair
Meetings with no actions
Sitting there listening to the different fraction
With no actions in place, we have to book another date
Passive aggressive, who tried to manipulate you in to submission,
Having to keep up the niceties
When the person has just stabbed you for all to see
Fake people, plastic people and oh yes the missionary
All wrapped up in falseness that most people fail to see
Arrogance not ignorance as the two are not the same
People who play silly mind games
Managers, who don’t manage, just cover their own backs
Clichés and clicks
People who have power and don’t know what to do
People who don’t ask questions before they make a grand move
People who backtrack, and denial their original plan
People who ride your back, sucking from you like a Leech on your main blood track
Going to work in the rain, it makes me want to weep
Turn the covers over my head, and put the clock to sleep
Drivers who see the puddle and can’t resists
driving though, not giving a F@#K who the water hit
Bottom of trousers getting wet
Smoking in the rain
No sugar for my coffee, milks gone off and all the cups are dirty
(c)April 2012 Marina Bayley
Katie Rendon – Ain’t no good
Have n’ you here don’t do me a bit of good
You ain’t doing any of the things you should
Ain’t love n’ me the way you said you would
I have a feeling that you just ain’t no good
(C)April 2012 Katie Rendon