Delayed Poems

The Second Coming,Delayed

The ass on high protein diet
Thinks he can really fight the beast 
The beast has lost his instincts and 
He is struggling to just live 
The genius is being mocked 
Mediocrity is being preserved 
Monk is yelling abuses 
The preacher is moaning in the jail
The poet prophecied of "second coming"
I can just cry for him to arrive

Delayed Answer

God hears our pray
Deliberately
Answers delay.

Delayed Pulse of a Curse

You never know
you may possess the eternity gene
the one that morphed from mundane into miracle.

It would seem wonderful... at first
you'd become a star
you tube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
the envy of the universe....

delayed pulse of a curse

You've outlived a million wives
10 million houses
100 million friends
chained to a chain of your children's funerals
a million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation
and no longer look at the darkening sky-
you are blind,,,to the possibility of ever meeting God
you pray for the blessing of a death. never to come
you'd eventually be pitied as a freak
treated as a leper
to be avoided at all costs
chained to life for eternity
a never-ending cosmic flaw.

Delayed Justice

Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.

All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.

Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.

Equality under the law is critical.
Equal shade can only make the rainbow
More beautiful and more impartial;
No justice will always be a Big No, No.

Justice is what we cry for,
The truth is what we want.

The world will always be round.
Finally, we can hear the sound
Of the bells. Justice is around
The corner; she is upward bound.

Delayed justice is better than no justice
In this sick and crazy world of injustice.

Copyright © April 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.

The Price of Delayed Gratification

The price of delayed gratification 

In the currency of patience, we pay the toll,
For the price of delayed gratification takes its toll.
We sacrifice the present for a distant gain,
Enduring hardship, persevering through pain.

In the quiet moments, when doubts arise,
We question the worth, we analyze.
Yet in the heart's chambers, a whisper persists,
That delayed gratification, in the end, insists.

We sow the seeds and tend the soil,
Watered by perseverance, despite the toil.
For in the harvest season, we reap the reward,
The fruits of patience, richly stored.

Though the waiting may seem endless and long,
In the tapestry of time, our efforts belong.
For delayed gratification, though it demands much,
Yields treasures of resilience, character, and such.

So let us embrace the journey, though it may be slow,
For the price of delayed gratification, we come to know.
In the discipline of waiting, we find our strength,
And in the end, the rewards will exceed the length.

Delayed Posting

I take you with me where I go
Your carriage is my heart aglow
You ride inside in comfy rooms
My love and my affection blooms

I take you out when I arrive 
When I'm with you I come alive
Your troubadour, the red guitar
Wants his bluebird near, not far

I've loved you now for many years
I knew I did I just denied
That it was real, I had my fears 
But kept them tucked away inside

I don't deny it anymore
I just enjoy the fact it's you
Who has become my treasure store
A jewel whom no one can outdo

Delayed Reactions

For many years
I longed for a woman that really knew me
until at last I found her.
She really knows me -
divorce pending.

Delayed Action Spoils One's Mission

Be not late which may lead to defeat
Be in time to meet the arising occasion
At the right time if you take your seat
You will be admired in your profession
All your duties, if you punctually complete
You will get congratulation and promotion
That one who is always in life damn late
Will get only loss arranged by the fate
I bet that such losses open Hell's gate
Prepare with true care well in advance
Take all the needed steps one by one
Soon respond and miss not a chance
Only speedy actions have finally won
Your talent, punctuality will enhance
Be dutiful and helpful like the holy Sun.

Earth Rise Delayed

From space, the world is seen as a beautiful blue Idea
that could orbit forever.

Anders: Oh my God! Look at that picture over there! 
There's the Earth coming up. Wow, that's pretty.
Borman: Hey, don't take that, it's not scheduled. (joking)
Anders: (laughs) You got a color film, Jim?
            Hand me that roll of color quick, would you...
Lovell: Oh man, that's great!

Life Magazine front covered the image.
That was long before the earth's atmosphere began to choke
or the oceans rose.

From the moon we still look lovely,
a dark mortician has painted our cheeks rosy,
though we suspect
the end is on 'time delay'.

Small Talk Delayed

Small Talk Delayed 
David J Walker

The days dawn falling in 
Uncertain brokenness 

Strangeness 
came in waves 
of multicolored
Cool sunrays 

Nothing would be the same
		He said
But nothing ever is 

Instead 
	Of small talk delayed

The gardener went about 
his business
Pruning the garden

Spring Was Delayed

Spring Was Delayed
by Michael R. Burch 

Winter came early:
the driving snows,
the delicate frosts
that crystallize

all we forget
or refuse to know,
all we regret
that makes us wise.

Spring was delayed:
the nubile rose,
the tentative sun,
the wind’s soft sighs,

all we omit
or refuse to show,
whatever we shield
behind guarded eyes.

Originally published by Borderless Journal

Delayed Journey

Excited I wait upon the train
Under shelter away from rain
Puddle forming around my feet
Off to town my friend to meet.

Train so late I give a groan
Oh to be dry and warm at home
Rain now sleet, frozen through
Teeth are chattering what to do?

Station bell rings another delay
This is really not a good day
Rethink plan for get-together
Seismic change awful weather.

Cell phone rings 'tis my date
Telling me kindly not to wait
He is at home with dose of flu
Here I stand thought's taboo.

Now train service is suspended
It matters not my day upended
Chilled to bone feeling quite dire
Home to bed T.L.C. required.



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A Dream Delayed

Yes? You may call it cliché,
This song or cry of love,
Its desperate and dark petals
Falling as the year bleeds out
To frost. The leaves dried or dying,
Thus to be described in crisp
Expected terms as “gold display”
Or “copper-bronze” and you
Would have me wait, you say,
Until another Spring, although
My question’s sown for answering.

Sharpest Peaks, Body But Half Decayed

Coldest mountains, sharpest peaks
Lonely, quiet there does lie
A better end it still seeks
Body under light blue sky

Its corpse has flown far and wide
Glassy eyes and foggy skin
Tumbling through river tide
None are there, no next of kin

The valley has mountain walls
Forever trapped, a ravine
So far down, echoing calls
None can hear his shadow scream

Water cold, it runs solid
Spirit wanders far away
Body kept almost flawless
Tired corpse is here to stay

Freezing water so no decay
Slowly comes the summer melt
Maggots gnaw his hope away
Hardened face begins to welt

Winters coming fast again
Who he was, none can tell
Here a hiker now and then
Body, now, just a symbol

Only few pay respects
Helping others escape his fate
Tourists, with different dialects
Though for him it’s much too late

Till this day the cold has trapped
Valley, his coffin he’s made
In a mountain, quite unmapped
A man, but only half decayed

Delayed Justice

Forgive me, Lord, when I should err today 
It is my bent, how well we know, I stray;
It is natural to me.  I understand you see 
Me as you desire me to be, for apparently,  
I had not the courage for what I should be. 

I seek your forgiveness after the fact 
For discipline I obviously severely lacked 
When I considered not your plans for me,
I had not the courage for what I should be 
I only did what most pleased me. 

If someday I stand before the bar of justice 
All mediation aside -- just the two of us 
I shall, of course, plead I did the best I could 
Fully aware of a plethora of choices for good 
Neglected, I chose against the paths I should.

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