Best Squandering Poems
Despite the present pike pandemonium in our life,
Those in charge would have us to think it’s a Greek joke;
That we must continue to deal with present-day strife
As if it is a temporary faith-testing suffering bearing yoke.
Yes, like the Pharaohs of old, they have depended on the faith of us
Who have never failed to put our belief in the God that we trust;
Not understanding that we’ve never had to test the promised word
But with divine wisdom and guidance, practiced what we had heard.
Like our ancestral beings at the slave ships slaving home-land docking,
Know that we too will survive with that same wisdom and guidance
To overcome the present days’ shadowed earthquake-like rocking
For we are ever energized by the ever-flowing lightning radiance;
Be not afraid of the choices that you have spiritually made,
Praying with divine wisdom and guidance, it‘s the thing to do
That you do not have to worry about the promise that’s been said;
Solidified by the true faith that’s been given to faithful you:-
Oh ye generation that squanders privilege before playing your role
Less man earning and more flaunting what they stole
Less girls winding up school and more winding down poles
Iniquity and offense is flooding your bowl
Consciences too weak to beckon to your souls
It is you who necessitate curtailed freedom and heightened control
Daily surveillance and night patrol
In your eyes the future is always bleak
Against what tomorrow holds your will is weak
And you scamper for all vices to make you rich quick
With justifications as balms to sooth guilt's prick
It's only the evil done against you that makes you sick
But that which you do is your artistry of a maverick
Will you in time claim that you were only young and stupid
Words will be your clamour to make your arguments valid
Shots overly fired and hardly any arrow from cupid
Watered down worth and down to be auctioned for bids
Going once, going twice, going thrice and the minute rids
For the broad way you like is less walk and more skid
May God place above your shoulders a good head
And purge the number of the living whose conscience is dead
Searchers of ease and convenience who give themselves as bread
Flee ye from spending on lust and buy wisdom instead
You don't know it but you bleed for what Christ bled
And He is able to reach you though in sheol you make your bed
K. Muitherero.
ideas jumped onto her head and back
Slid down her neck like wood ticks off of oak trees
She discounted them all
Wasting an IQ of 145,
Squandering a brilliant mind
Full of ideas
Due to the lack of confidence in herself.
I shiver uncomfortably in this freezing tundra
Marveling at all the warm days I squandered
Totally wasted, not valuing them at all
For their warm sunshine and their pretty flowers
Days in June, July, August, and September.
If I had back just one of these days would I squander it?
Or would I appreciate her? Would I be wise enough
To sit in the sun and bask in her hours?
Or would I waste her, taking her for granted,
Forgetting there are months of this freezing tundra?
everyone likes to think
everyone loves to think
that they don't need to
know
what's so important
as a venus fly trap
snapping that i
already don't
know
that i even
asked but
i thought
it was slow
and painless
so i wrote it
not thinking
thoughts could
be caught
and my words
twisted and
taken to
fahrenheit
in different
degrees and can
be still
thought
below freezing
without
the breath
of you saying
no
but
worse
yes