Best Sluggard Poems

I carry you when you can walk no more.
I lead you so all you have to do is follow.
I provide for you that you have...

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You tell folks you’re as busy as a bee,
but I’ve been watching you. Here’s what I see:
you, sitting on the porch with book in hand
and...

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Come sit with me in the garden swing.
I must be outside, in search of spring.
Will the first robin now return,
and we observe his bob and...

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Billy Carter was a sluggard I hear

   His kinfolk he did not always endear

      He embarrassed his brother

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THE TRAP

The trap is open, with the bait arguing out
Its immunity with the victim somewhere
In a world that flashes its sharpened sword
To cut across all...

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Rotating on its axis, 
The earth labours
making the world go round
The planets also work,
As they revolve, 
around the sun
The solar system is working,
With the burden...

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The Liquor Bottle
       
     Conical at the top beautiful sides offers it support
  ...

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Looking at the mirror
…with good day’s pleasure
I see indolence-glamor
…gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor 
…for me to defy time-worth’s...

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Hang not tinsel upon your soul,
With false expressions of goodness.
A fool’s gold is not worthy of fame,
Although its glitter may catch the eye.
Let your deeds...

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 One pen sparks a heatwave.
His brazen words engulf and sway the frigid heart
to rise like an inferno on an indestructible day.
Shyly, I warm myself...

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Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me...

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"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
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Forgotten Dreams



Even though I dream that night,even though it haunts me until the moment I wake I shall never remember what it meant to be...

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Thanks GOD its Easter..
the drunkard will drink
the sluggard will idle..
the spendthrift shop...

the zealot holds the book..
the end is near.. they all..
give him blank stares..
the lovers...

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Looking at the mirror 
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor 
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not...

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