Best Dilatory Poems

Blessed in abundance that manifests in our 
stressed daily interaction with our fellow man, and the sincerest 
form of our inner wellbeing is the outpour...

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Spying
dilatory lagomorph
hole in one,
curious Alice tumbles while
following...

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Play Station

It’s not entertainment
But a relief from boredom
Purchased with the mesmerized hours of a working life

And save for love and friendship
To highlight the continuum 
There...

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I was born at great heights,
For the peak of morning rays and the glacial snowy nights ,
I never listen to my parents nor their way,
And...

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She Hasn't Killed me yet
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Cloaked in black she sat
with covered eyes from a broad rimmed hat.
Encircled in a wispy shade of cerise
that dripped to fade into the fleece.
Lines that...

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Oh, does the night come some quickly, creeping 
into my room unannounced just as I raise my 
head from saying my nightly prayer. As I...

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A man I knew once,
A man I knew as friend.

Within his indenture he turned on us,
Fed up, we no longer could contend.

A man who asked...

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The stores are heaving, hear the tills jing-a-ling
Dilatory Charlie hasn’t purchased a thing
He’s on a mission, buying last minute gift
Better get something good or it’ll...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile...

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Sweet memories are bitter;
For some reason it is for it is
No rehab no cure for this overlong slumber,
Nor a mistake for this miss

I thought we...

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In the world of viruses criminatory
Quick Heal is the best category
Which I chose as my advisory
And freely continued my story.
Viruses made my PC dilatory;
Looking into...

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Stephen not Steve when I am gone
A gentle man with a backbone
A sense of humour that jealous patrons bemoan
A un-pretentious faith that hath constance shown
An...

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There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West,
not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations 
that remain as was, 
for lack of a reason to be other.

Restaurants...

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Rumbles of boredom
lead me to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks
amongst the soaking dishes.

We need to...

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