Delayed Poems - Poems about Delayed

God hears our pray Deliberately Answers delay....

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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...

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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,...

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"Justice Delayed, Justice Denied" Yet again, Blacks are being showcased on front street Continuing to be abused and disrespected As, I reflect on my understanding of the Justice system It's clear to me that Justice is never blind, but unfair One may say that the culprit is racism However, the sensible thought, is pure skepticism Reasonable fairness in the law is missing...

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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...

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So,here I am kids in 2023 after having wasted two decades of the only thing we can't get more of,time.I don't even want to talk about the wherefors and the what nots of the deal I got but suffice to say you repeat the lesson till it's learned.Guess I am what you would call your slow learner.The moral...

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Needless to say I never went back.They all thought it was because of their extraordinary skill at helping me to see that womanizing,wife beating,piece of work would never change.It was however my brothers friend.I remember my first sight of him .He and my brother worked up a skit as I was in the bathroom.When I came...

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Since I was a very small girl I have dreamed of a house.A house chock full of treasures that I would idly rummage through.Here I would find a cupboard full of quilts,beautiful elbow length teal leather gloves with smoked topaz stones frolicking up the wrist.A china cabinet holding only crystal that sparkled as I examine...

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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...

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

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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...

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Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied When a man cry He cant sleep His heart are heavy Either for his passion Or for his lost We men are full of passion We bleed too ladies hear me out We are not mean to be accepted Just for what our wallet worth We also need love So don't abuse a man's kind heart...

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...“De people of de modern world tink dat no rules apply to dem, dat dey’re too advance for such tings, dat dey will face no consequence. “But dere’s always a price to pay, nothing in dis world can come free, dere’s sixty million baby souls who are rising up, and are angry.” Alex fought to breathe at the words, part of him still claimed...

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...He remembered his childhood, Cajun stories of the bayou, and one of an old witch doctor, they claimed he still practiced voodoo. He had seen the man once or twice, he’d seemed rather old decades back, but when Alex called some old friends they said they could show him his track. He felt crazy when he went out on an airboat, into the swamp, a...

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...He poured over this fact for weeks, asked others looking for a ‘why,’ pressed by new reports flooding in, more news of women who had died. Four months brought no explanation, and the deaths kept piling up, the news reported on it now, things were getting more and more rough. Middle-aged women lived in fear, and their families felt the same, the panic became more...

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