Best Slothful Poems
I think of you..
An instant swirl
of a rose-bud breeze
descending between
silence and sleep.
My one and only
night- time companion.
At last,we're no longer strangers
I know you!
I found you!
I have you!
Fresh manna casacading
on a slothful pillow
The sweetest contentment released .
A flutter of butterflies
in sync with my heart's
Du-dum,Du-dum,drumming beat .
Yet,words,words fail me,
Pink lips are sealed.
Low voice can't utter
soft ardent whispers
nor gentle echoes
can return back to recall
this beauty I see.
My pen can't scribble
the name of the flame
where fire desires to be
Each line is too faint,
Each verse is too bleak,
too bleak to describe you,
and the hundred emotions
which you make me feel.
Inspired by music
Categories:
slothful, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS
Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes
for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky?
Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale
when I behold your white angelic grace. . .
Distant and unfamiliar you may seem,
I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam
without a guarantee of us becoming one,
still, I pursue to behold you, my woman.
I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet
but allow me to prove, I love immaculate...
Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate,
yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate.
Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore,
immediately like thunder, I trip to the door
for me to send my love letter or find a phone
excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone!
Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet
so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check.
My ears blush and so I am in fever love
each time our exchange of thoughts began.
Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret,
or without proper warning our chats end to wreck.
Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial
My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile...
My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter
like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest
awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess.
Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather,
ten months or a year in the middle of the sea
with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee!
Years passed, I came home and I search your address,
my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express.
Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much.
How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with
for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort,
I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet
as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else.
I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you.
God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt,
a year later, my dream of being your husband came true.
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©O. E. Guillermo
07:42 pm, January 19, 2015
Categories:
slothful, growth, inspiration, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
May is Mother’s Month
May is green
spawning inchworms.
I nest too
cleaning closets,
busily morphing
contrary to my wont.
Even the slothful move,
to her blossom song.
In a whistling fragrance
I recall how mother
loved lilacs and wearing
shorts to show a model’s leg.
This was her time, the spring.
Oh yes, and summer, I guess.
Fall and winter, too.
Quick now, the cycle is mine to ponder;
lo, youthfully to long for me
who follows me and calls me mother.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
Categories:
slothful, mother, me,
Form:
Free verse
L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
are down.
N-urtured from cradle to
adulthood-independent
entity with a new world
to face.
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
and unabashed.
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
his achievements.
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
shines.
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Leonora Galinita.
Categories:
slothful, addiction, angel, care, change,
Form:
Acrostic
A most unfortunate event
has occurred at our house.
It's embarrassing to admit,
We have a resident mouse.
The elusive little devil
has avoided every trap.
Though set in various places,
we've yet to hear a snap.
We have a playful tomcat
who loves his toy mouse,
carries it clutched in his teeth
to flip, toss and pounce.
Unfortunately, he performs
the same with a live one.
I'm urging, "Get it, kill it,"
he's too busy having fun.
Again and again he turns
it loose, enjoying the chase.
The mouse runs for his life,
hopeful of winning the race.
The crafty little victim
eludes the slothful brute,
scuttles down a heat vent,
leaves Tom to other pursuits.
Whereupon he saunters around,
searching for his toy mouse.
We're left with a useless cat
and a mouse in the house.
Categories:
slothful, animal, cat, pets,
Form:
Narrative
On the bank of the James River,
Virginia Colony,
a proposal was conceived to constrain the African fire.
The ploy, a real achievement in the West-Indian settlements.
In Rome, bodies were paraded along the byways,
to make a statement.
My Massa used ropes.
We dangled by our necks like roosters in a slaughter house.
When the pining for liberty was stirred up in the marrows of our bones,
we set ablaze a few bungalows,
and murder some dumb beasts.
The statement we made was called an uprising.
The fields were abandoned, the livestock ran wild,
and the slothful young mistress had to breast-feed her own child.
The scheme had the ingredients of breaking a mule,
and Virginia Colony was the first lab for creating fools.
A prophet’s blessing was given to the merchants,
and black diamonds were shipped;
they were purged of the soil of the mother land.
A new being was fashioned, dependent on Massa.
A man was set against his consort and his seeds,
and the whips wrote rules on our backs in their faces;
our pride drained from the gorges in our hides,
and respect slowly seeped from their eyes.
The bond was broken;
a ***** was concocted
without the spirit of Ghana, the Warrior King,
and the Ashanti, the pre-colonial backbone.
Should we not push as a woman in nativity for the renaissance?
Categories:
slothful, angst
Form:
Lyric
Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy few
Ducky Little Donald beaky wacky-quacky curse caroling
Ebony epithets, Latino canina lobs, Palestinian and Muslim sobs
Freeze the Access Holly Would frame, hear the locker room talk
Get smart, dummies ... Populist Idol adored by Wall Street snobs
Hate not the playa, love the con: Eraserheads don’t need no chalk
Incense of Uranium burning, napalm is pissy incendiary to touch
Jingling cash registers be jiggling twin money-makers below and above
Kiss the ring of the Don, you poor stiffs ... just don’t ask for much
Let not the blue chips, white gems and red jewels make you a begging fool
Make the payments on time, or he break your legs with loan sharky love
No Festivus is complete without the test of strength Labor Party feats
O, deary me, Hercules Putin is cancelling from the main event
Proof is compromising truth, we don’t eat no tainted Trump red meat
Questionable straight partners sexually, fake news getting bent
Risque business dealings, tiptoe thru the financial tulip inquiries
Stake your illegit claim, skim a little off the top ... fattening grifter butt
Take a little less scrutiny, a lot more thievery ... no legal worries
Ultimate year end declaration: Shed that slothful image of a Jabba Hutt
Vacant morality, rampant gluttony ... gotta do what the lust belly says
Wiggle weight-loss room is minimal, doing the right thing is optional
*** expose, another failed marriage on the way ... oh, happy dog days
Young bacon tenders is ripe for old Porky Pig, innocence is so sellable
Zinc adulating is the best White holiday blues lip service Rudy brown-nosers do
Categories:
slothful, metaphor, parody, slam, word
Form:
ABC
I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee
Weird as it might seem that made me so happy
For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong
If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long
I know I could just blithely continue down this road
Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load
But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place?
Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race
I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas
The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees
Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face
However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace
I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow
And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen,
And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen.
So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye
Categories:
slothful, friendship
Form:
Epitaph
September 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 1-8
Key Verse – Zechariah 1:6 But my words and my statutes, which I commanded my servants the prophets, did they not take hold of your fathers? and they returned and said, Like as the LORD of hosts thought to do unto us, according to our ways, and according to our doings, so hath he dealt with us.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEALING WITH ME BY YOUR LOVE
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s compassionate ways
Despite my sinfulness against Your holy praise
Along my indulgence toward worldly plays…
Please forgive me of my iniquities through Your sanctification-grace.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s constant mercy
Despite my unfaithfulness against Your helpful consistency
Along my laxity toward slothful complacency…
Please pardon me of my indolence through Your conversion-clemency.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s disciplining chastisement
Despite my rebelliousness against Your serene encouragement
Along my stubbornness toward wayward impairment…
Please correct me of my disobedience through Your admonition-involvement.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s delightful pleasure
Despite my unmindfulness against Your offered fellowship’s treasure
Along my preference toward humanistic leisure…
Please transform me from my apathy through Your kindness-pressure.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s guiding wisdom
Despite my foolishness against Your heavenly kingdom
Along my ignorance toward doubt-filled boredom…
Please unchain me from my selfishness through Your Bible truth-freedom.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s gentle care
Despite my hardheadedness against Your watchful stare
Along my backsliding toward destructive nightmare…
Please pull me from my downfall through Your might-welfare.
Thank You for dealing with me by Your love’s supreme authority
Despite my haughtiness against Your dominion’s authority
Along my hypocrisy toward futile vanity…
Please deliver me from arrogance through Your leadership-majesty.
September 5, 2022
Categories:
slothful, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Day one passes into ten and twelve and eight-
Teen years spent by the neon glow of
Alarm clock stifled, the heavy hand, a fist
Trying to wake the awakened
But the sleepless cut the tongue, the wires
The life support system down in a blaze
Do not try to wake me when I have not slept
Scribbled down a diary entry on the back of
A calling card, a cigarette box, a prescription
Weighted down by a cup of thick black coffee
And the stale remnants of a Bloody Mary
The tick that follows tock which drives me to despair
Sat beside in thoughtlessness as I contemplate myself
The world and everything, nothing lies forgotten
Off the record, under the carpet, when you are an insomniac
You cannot sleep on anything and nothing lies dead
It just rebirths itself as you watch the minute tick
At the rate of a slothful hour, ticking and tocking
And checking the boxes, confirming, yes I have gone insane.
Categories:
slothful, me,
Form:
Free verse
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
Categories:
slothful, 2nd grade, bible, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
A Virtuous Woman
There are different types of women
As you may very well know
I am here to talk about her,
And her goodness I will show
A virtuous woman is
And talks of good things,
The joy of her love is strong,
And happiness it will bring
She works with her hands and
Takes good care of her home
She comforts her husband
When he is feeling alone.
She teaches her children and
Trains them very well
There is so much to be said
About a virtuous woman but
Not enough time to tell.
Proverb 18 and 22 said;
Whosoever finds a wife,
Which is a woman,
Find a good thing and obtain
Favor in the Lord;
They will remain together
Till death do them part.
A virtuous woman is not
Slothful in business
And serving the Lord
Doing wrong will not be
Found in her mind,
Or even in her heart.
Her husband trust her
Every step of the way,
He will never let her go
No matter what you say.
She dresses accordingly
To make her husband proud
She speaks with a gentle
Voice, not very loud.
She is always doing things to
Get her husband praise, sometimes
Just watching her
Will keep him so amazed.
A virtuous woman is strong
And worth more than
Rubies itself; and when
Her family hurt, she
Hurt more herself.
A woman shall be praised
If she is a woman that
Fear the Lord. A virtuous woman
Qualifies with mind, spirit,
Soul, and heart.
Categories:
slothful, religion, woman, husband, husband,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Categories:
slothful, food, funny,
Form:
Free verse
MERGED IN SURRENDER
Kiss me quiet under the rain~ skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir my slothful frown,
wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze
their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown.
Our hands clasp to spins and turns on that wet ground,
tango to loves groove, we are pleased to tease
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
The air touched by purple lilac blossoms caress--
it velvety flirt tickling our pact distress.
Our hungered bodies beseech on nightly bounds
in a ballroom beseem for loving grounds.
From lips tiptoeing on skin, so easy they appease,
to strokes flavoured by glows of summer reprise,
slow to fast moves wings a-twitter heated degrees
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
Among the years where there's whispers that seize,
experience match our heartbeats on impermeable squeeze
and if tension snaps on daylight and nightfall sound
in search of essences where rubbles or debris abounds...
In the absence of solution, should we stop to care?
Ah! Let crisp leaves of autumn display our memories,
cherish the days when February sings Spring: our promise
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
Hearken thoughts and hearts merged in surrender,
the shaped images and forms impress the depths,
our love root a seed echoing the song of forever
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
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***The first three stanza didn't follow definite rhyme format but the rhymes are retained as much as possible on each stanza except the last one, the envoy is rhymed with.
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade
Placed 7th...
O.E. Guillermo
9:53 pm. April 21, 2015
Categories:
slothful, feelings, inspiration, life, love,
Form:
Ballade
'Twas well-known that Gen'ral Grant liked his rum
But he knew how to make an army hum
Lincoln said that if he knew
Where Ulysses got his brew
For his slothful gen'rals he'd order some!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
slothful, drink, humorous,
Form:
Limerick