Best Shirk Poems

I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine....

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I walked up to the bunkhouse, beneath a cloudless sky,
searching to find the Christmas star, still shining there on high.
The bunkhouse was warm but lonesome...

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Is all we have, just hours or years, a lie we believe.
We have no clarity as to what God will do.

So grab this minute given...

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Whom the horse is looking for
Every day in the scarlet breeze
It comes and taps at the door
Have you forgotten your blue cheese

Is it the one...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very...

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The confusion resulting from a kiss
Has left me with anything but bliss
If it’s confusing, it’s not from God
Because He doesn’t leave you odd

The feelings I...

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How will my household chores get done?
They're just no fun.
I'd rather write
about this plight.

Great piles of clothes and dishes hope
for cleansing soap.
Another time,
I'll banish grime.

Today...

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse...

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By the light of a window sits an old man, his pennies he does count.
His hair is gray, his eyes are old, and there’s little...

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My auntie wears 'Bridget Jones' knickers
But last week at tea at the vicars
She’d purloined MY lace thong
It was morally wrong
T’was the cause of very loud...

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I volunteered in a soup kitchen to help the needy;
the homeless and the lonely, the addicts and the seedy.
For me in the kitchen, it was...

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Work, work, work,
Never a task we shirk
From dusk till dawn
From dawn till dusk
In God we place our trust.

Smile, smile, smile
As we tarry awhile
With cheerful smile
we...

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a saraband

Your tirade comes, it doth commence,
a hundred miles away I sense
your raging, whiny voice so tense.
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank these stars,...

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REVIVAL - A Dedication

Filled to the brink, ink in the barrel of my pen
Yet hesitant to flow as poem for days more than ten

Writer’s block...

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My thoughts today, if “U” were “I”
                  ...

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