Best Slackness Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
Waiting to quench thirst
Drying every single day
Withered by slackness
A cactus in the desert
Until one day blooms again
2-15-2016
Faced with daily multi-tasks’ pressure
we need God’s help of divine measure
making us fulfill each chore as great treasure
turning work-rigor into labour-pleasure.
Gripped by varied assignment strain
we seek Christ’s strength of productiveness gain
toward caring and sharing engagement terrain
though afflicted with impediment's pain.
Conquering futility of slothfulness' attack
through the Saviour’s power with His mercy-pack
we strive for achievement thoroughness of blessings' sack
against indolence slackness, making stewardship vigour lack.
Triumphing over procrastination blight
seizing championship in today’s functionality fight
we cling to God Who enables* by His might
thanking Him for today's accomplishments midst faith delight.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
July 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE H, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/17/2020.
Our souls
like ships
have been set
adrift through time,
pushed by
wandering winds,
pulled by
strong cross currents.
Sometimes slackness
in the sails
brings rest or boredom
with no forward speed
or direction,
and our soul-ships
are stagnant and empty.
Other times our soul-ships
have spotted each other
in the distance,
and we prayed for strong winds
to fill the sails
and God to steer us
so we may at least
pass by close enough to touch.
Over the course
of our lives
our soul-ships
have passed each another
many times over,
and a few times
we’ve followed one another
into the nearest port
for some R & R.
Then the storms of life
blew through
and again we were set
adrift through time,
blown in different directions,
perhaps never to sail
in the same waters again.
But, recently,
as fate and fair winds
would have it,
our soul-ships
are sailing together once more
on a roughly parallel course.
And when
the rough seas of life
try to tear down
our masts
or cause us
to drift apart,
I hope our love
will always keep us
tethered together,
so we’ll never lose sight
of each other again.
With our soul-ships
tied together
and God guiding us,
we’ll never be lost at sea
or separated again,
and finally we will be allowed
to sail through
the rest of time together.
Uncertainty, 'grand potentate',
swathes my lure
For renewed insight. I dropp
upon
My groove, primed, to settle my
lot. Help!
Modest citizen. Our battles,
girthed
For selfish intent, lunges at your
faceless sense.
We have rasped our own
reasons from
Bullets impassive, gratifying bills
Upon your waters of slackness
tethered slow
He, skirmished hearer to define
this
Wit-flourished folly, clasps
sweaty palms,
Murmurs chrysalis of half-
hearted wishes:
I slack to lack, vision spires for
tatty hope
Tosses my insight upon starved
ambiance. Help!
No thrill, no ornate flight for
thought,
Just one 'grand potentate' nods
frugal,
Spreads fancy upon polished
strips
We saw you lose route upon
hundreds and
Tin and columbite- we glimpsed
sprouts
Of your self-righteous mutiny
kindled
By flat angst.
We falter at your gates of
defiance.
Fifty-two fetid years, freshly dour
for me,
Turns my flesh to scales. Forgive,
'grand potentate'
To fling at me abundant pellets,
lost or left.
Of grisly death I sniff, brash and
fierce
Fifty-two fetid years flame my
scales
We must fling pellets, but now,
your allies
Must bolt their greed against
your waters, hassled
And strew you nether with
backward tides
A resurrected applause in steep
praise. His cabinet
Indulges my lassitude to forbear
further
Moans and tears
Fifty-two flaming years, will me
not, sheer contortion
Only one stirred heart to fight
along many
I'se been working my ass all day
in them government agencies in this here hot city
and them only giving me this little to pay
for food, rent and give them back the change in my grocery bill and utility.
First, I can't sleep on your job but you sleeping with my money
Using it to fill your belly, while I here contemplating
what making salting and what go be food
giving them prisoners three meals a day
while I'se in the free, dying for hunger
(poor me!)
Personally, me thinks dem crusty hand, old niggas
must board old trucks like my granny
tell dem hol' on tight and truck dem offsite
to work for dem food and a better life
an' dont figet the shackles! Put 'em on three by three
(modern slavery).
Lest they go free.
Professionally, I kibbain' ma mout'
Make dem bun tax money
Til dem get let out.
An dis yere darn government-
tolling our country's rusty, old bell-
Off with their heads.
sitting on the high chair we holding up
(if we let go, dem go fall)
tearing out dem dry eyes looking for more than them really deserve
(slackness dis 'ere!)
Might lose my job tomorrow
really, I no care!
cause what is the difference between poor and poor working class?
when all day I'se been working off my ass
Fi tit-bit more than bus fare!
From ground zero, the shocking ripples reverberate!
From the heart of a nation, the cry lingers on the wind
And still circles further and further out, sending tears into space.
It continues on with unabated tears; gruesome fears.
The healing begins with mournful sobs and angry shouts.
Who is to blame for this heinous sin?
Who can stop the gnawing pain?
Look in the mirror, then cover it black,
We are..all of us..to blame!
We, who spend only a fraction of our day
Nurturing those precious and closest to our hearts,
We are to blame for their wayward paths;
We didn't see it coming...didn't see it start.
We didn't care enough to ask the hardest questions
Or force the toughest issues; to pull tightly on the reins.
We didn't once think about their future or their pain.
Now, it's too late for Fifteen to ever smile again.
But it's not too late for those of us left in the quake behind,
Not too late for us to change, uplift our mind;
To ask the hardest questions,
Or demand of ourselves a new commitment,
To give our children a new day; hope-filled suggestions.
Look into the sacred eyes of your children.
Look into their hearts with a new understanding.
It does take a village to raise your child,
But it starts with you, and basic planning.
Plan to be there for them, no matter what!
Never give them up to a harsh and hopeless world.
Every day, every minute...stop thinking only of yourself,
Your inconvenience, your tired and weary life!
Emmerse your heart into the life of your boy or girl.
Out from ground zero, Columbine's Fifteen
Will not have died in vain if they have made us see
The need for total commitment in the shaping of young lives.
These young lives are our future..it lies in our children eyes.
Look deeply, look closely, don't turn away.
Listen more carefully, Search more kindly
For the truth, and at the end of the day
They will love you more for your protection
Than for your lack of supervision and slackness
On the reins. Show them that you love them
By showing up every day.
March 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 16-18
Key Verse –Joshua 18:3 And Joshua said unto the children of Israel, How long are ye slack to go to possess the land, which the LORD God of your fathers hath given you?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SLACKNESS SUBDUER
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your holiness-mount
Thank You for Your help against trials I need to surmount
Along coasts of temptations refining my faith as greatly paramount
With Your grace-inheritance of life eternal-amount.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your joyfulness-sea
Thank You for Your peace making me anxiety-free
Along refreshing waters of bountifulness-spree
With Your mercy-kindness as I dwell in Your will for me.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your service-lot
Thank You for Your paths of righteousness checking any filthiness’ dot
Along streets of good testimony leading me to Your favour I miss not
With Your compassion-touch to become spiritually hot.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your power-terrain
Thank You for Your strength as I tread on rocky roads with pain
Along avenues of hardships I should pass through against complaints’ strain
With Your victory-assurance I rise up to, never in vain.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your contentment-land
Thank You for Your lessons teaching me compliance to Your demand
Along valleys of willingness to obey Your command
With Your gentleness-hope that braces up my biblical stand.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your care-spring where I should abide
Thank You for Your provision fountains supplying my needy side
Along brooks of satisfaction generously wide
With Your cheerfulness-glee that overcomes my worries’ tide.
Lord God, You are my slackness Subduer
toward Your transformation-corner
Thank You for Your wisdom I need as Your soulwinner
Along foundations of principles for my conversion as a saved sinner
With Your faith-building might fencing me around Your truth’s banner.
March 3, 2023
When a body dies there is a split second slackness
and softening in the eyes as the soul leaves the shell
a mutual acceptance by body and that which is beyond
that the partnership has ended
when the soul dies before the body
that which remains is consumed
in anger betrayal confusion loss and abandonment
On my knees looking up through eyes filled with
blood and dirt and the refuse of animals
digging hands clawing the earth like a wounded dog
trying to bury its own heart
I see Him
Death stares smiling back from across a field
of broken harvested silent bamboo stumps
He knows his new pupil will not rest
until he has extracted his heavy toll
I seek I now hunt for my revenge
In those ,
learning never ends
In whom ,
The earning of knowledge is ever and
Continuously continues
In whose endeavor,
Disparity disappears
With whose effort,
Impossibles are made as Incredibles
In whose avenue,
the revenue of teaching endeavor
never stops
With whose act ,
the useful goodness is imbibed
With whose alertness ,
the slackness is eliminated
With whose reaction ,
the gracefulness is embedded
They are none other than the TEACHERS
They are the only one ,
Who Teaches to each to bring
in cheers in an individual,
in group in present and future.
Teachers' Teaching is above all.
It's the commitment.
It's the Willful Wish
It's the Wishful Will
It's the Way of dealing and
leading lively and lovely Life.
Is there anyone there? I read the eyes that stare
Mouths appear numb..must have been struck till dumb?
While media streams, out from foul drains (who cares?)
Who cares? It seems no-one but fools? Who concern with
The mechanic's of rules..There are rapists most righteous.'
Being quoted in readers digests and a religion traced from
Dante's inferno; indeed (not cool,) when will we awaken
Out of slumber? How our forebears would wonder.?
At such slackness and much lauding; of the current
Leadership of incumbent; macro-fools.!
First of all in regard to this verse
God here is speaking to His elect
for He names them lovingly His beloved
such love so pure believers willingly detect
God brings many a promise to His own
He's not at all slow for them to fulfil
despite how some think wait too long
for all His acts are spot on in His will
The Lord is full of divine patience
waiting and seeking for His very own
by His holy spirit in His effectual draw
pointing to Calvary their sin He did atone
To fulfil the demands of the saviour
God grants His own the gift of repentance
then they come in a spirit of humility
bowing in homage at His dependence
This election is not for all of the world
again God's showing this for those He chose
from before the world began marking them out
for Christ died only for them this God knows
("The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.") 2 Peter 3: 9 (KJV)
June 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 10
Key Verse – Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENRICHING ME WITH YOUR BLESSINGS
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ gladness
Against foolishness’ heaviness
Away from treasures of wickedness
For me to abide in Your righteousness.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ profit
Against hand-slackness in slothfulness’ pit
Away from poverty of indolence-hit
For me to practice diligence by Your work-wit.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ harvest
Against shame of barrenness’ pest
Away from embarrassment of pride’s zest
For me to trust in Your guidance while doing my best.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ commandments
Against perversions, full of disagreements
Away from sorrow of disobedience-discontentments
For me to walk uprightly toward Your ways’ fulfillments.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ instructions
Against mischief’s destructions
Away from hopelessness-caused transgressions
For me to receive Your favour for my faith's victorious decisions.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ wisdom
Against lying and slander uttered at random
Away from wealth offered by materialistic freedom
For me to desire Your approval in seeking first Your kingdom.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ bounty
Against lack and scarcity’s difficulty
Away from crises of prayerless spirituality
For me to love You with my devoted sincerity.
June 17, 2022
I feel my skin crack and split
as I watch dust seep from my old wounds
in puffs of smoke.
The gore that encrusted my skin long ago
dried up and flaked off.
I have to reach up with my left hand
and wrench my shoulder back into place
but I barely grunt
and that only because I know it should hurt,
although my nerves ceased to exist long ago.
I put my hand to my back
and start to pull
the multiple daggers protruding from it free
letting them clatter to the floor
with hunks of dried flesh
stuck to them.
There is a slackness to my jaw
and I can't make it move
nor do I wish to.
I get fully to my feet
and take a few steps,
then as if I was struck by lightening
I come crashing to my knees.
My body actually feels
like it's on fire and I feel it rehydrate,
blood pouring from open sores
the discarded blades
come hurtling back at me,
plunging deep into my spine
and ribs of my back.
As my sight
begins to darken
my mind blurts out
"Such a viscous cycle."
and I collapse in a heap on the ground.
It was peaceful down there
Sitting on the bottom,
Water muffling what I hear.
A lovely day in autumn
To explore some water,
the task at hand.
To escape temps getting hotter
By treading lake instead of land.
It was peaceful down there
Looking up, seeing the shimmering
Of what is usually blinding surface glare
Instead be gorgeous graceful glimmering.
Floating just barely, a little free
Moment seen rarely, for young me
But, to speak fairly, what else could be.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
See the distance to the surface
When my lungs turned to metal on fire.
Full panic, not anxious nor nervous
Only desperate to get to my air
Desperate to be off the floor
Desperate to be pulled from despair
Desperate to live, welled up from my core.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
When I couldn’t kick or stroke legs or arms
Fast enough before the time did expire
For me to surface, despite my head’s alarms.
I remember next only the shore
Dizzily aware that I wasn’t where I was before.
An attempt to vomit, with a much different feeling,
Like being squeezed in the lungs, and it sent me reeling
Back to whatever is called floating in blackness, begging to come back
When you can feel in the tether the slackness, but you’re still trying to track.
When you’re keenly aware that you’re in danger and something is very wrong.
And all you can do is hope to whatever gods that they made your body strong.