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I Hate Headache

I Hate Headache

It has invited itself
lodged secure in the crevices of
the head, a bold intruder
with a broken harp to serenade
most disquieting the sound it makes.

It drones on…
jarring and tenacious
not taking hints or even orders
to stop the discord of maddening drones.

In vain,  I down ibuprofen
not one but two extra strength
throw on the cover
and hope to lull the intruder
to sleep., perchance to leave.

But deep down, the heart
signs, the weight of the world
the pain, anxiety, frustration….
the reasons for the intruder’s visit
is not about to exit.

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Banging Your Head Silly

courtesy of theweightlosstips.co.uk

Bang Your Head at Your Own Risk

 

You can lose weight by banging your head? 150 calories? Really? Not really–maybe, you’re banging your head out of frustration. Weight loss, as in most things in life that are elusive are frustrating. They frustrate you endlessly, shamelessly and they taunt you to no end.

On any given day, I can tell you the number of things that can induce head-banging session. The kids throw a fit over the cereal you bought for them, after you re-confirmed and re-confirmed (from previous bad experience) their cereal choices.  So, what make them throw a fit over the cereal this morning? Go figure! It can be the weather, the nasty teacher they have to face, the raging adolescence hormones or just because they need to diffuse the “life stinks at the moment” reality. Whatever!

And that’s just the beginning of the day.

As the day wears on, I’m sure you’re familiar with the many frustrations that arise out of nowhere, everywhere to frustrate the heck of you. Or maybe not, your day is going swimming well (on occasions, you’re given that hall pass to enjoy the day). If your day is well and good, I say, be on your way–enjoy it and don’t bother to read further.  The rest of the blog is for people grappling with life’s frustrations, that only a good head banging fit will do.

Here’s a little verse to share and maybe, we can all tap to the rhythm of our heads hitting that wall:

Ever felt like banging your head?

When life goes wrong
as they’re often do
your car dies on the way to the airport.
You blew your last allowance on roses
only to fade…your professed love trampled
withered petals strewn .

Your designer jacket wows
friends and all
All’s swell until the ketchup
oozes out of hamburger to color
a blotch to blemish forever.

You scheme and you plan
the perfect dinner
entree…salad…dessert
all glorious and ready
only to receive text
“Heavy rain..not coming.”

Frustrations, setbacks and obstacles
life’s tautings know no bounds
strikes when you least expect
To cry, to cower, to buckle,
That would have been too easy
To give life a run
That’s the fun.

Have felt like banging your head?
Try singing instead.

Engage Life!

frog peeking through leaves

Unflinching, unrelenting the stare

A dazed look, you may declare

Look again, beneath the droopy lids

Nothing escapes, not even one tiny bit.

Under the shroud of leafy camouflage

A creature at large

Free to engage

The world is all a stage.