Do not idle by the sign,
Waiting idly for a sign,
That the sign be waiting idly,
For an idler idling mildly,
By the sign,
Waiting idly for a sign,
Of the sign be waiting idly,
For an idler idling snidely,
For a meter maid to sign him,
As an idler idling idly.
Categories:
idler, 7th grade, funny,
Form: Other
patiently, in silence
I build stone next to stone
course over course ~
the sitting idler
watches and finds faults
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A new hiku footle or tanka contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Received an HM
© 5th November 2022
Categories:
idler, life,
Form: Tanka
A display of giant eyes
But rarely morning flights tries;
Unwanted publicity her grounds,
All CCTV out of bounds!
With ears for the faintest cough,
Their sound-grabbing devices tough,
Also for the aerial steps of wizards
And the dins of far-off blizzards.
Always privy to a discussed murder,
Aware of chose who‘d dared to go further;
None therefore to presume her an idler
Nor for that matter mere Nocturnal flyer;
Such to qualify her for claimed damages…
She really has been frustrating savages,
On roof tops leaking that a family needs
To steer clear of what Omen breeds.
Nicely keeping us out of harm’s way
And specifically from emergency sick bay
From Night Prowlers we never thought exist
And from diseases we aren’t sure we can resist.
The owl knows about a maturing home call,
About every ghastly accidental fall;
The septic syringes we do not deserve
And a misspending of our millions on reserve.
The owl with her translatable hoots
Ahead goes to unearth their roots.
Categories:
idler, allusion, animal, beauty, death,
Form: Rhyme
There’s a little café on the beach,
With a vista of the Andaman Sea,
Where no rowdy children screech,
Nor hordes of adults disturb thee.
Plastic tables and wobbly chairs
Adorn this idyll of modest charm,
A refuge for sunbathers in pairs
Or lone day-dreamers seeking calm.
Bright-colored kites dot the sky
Tethered to surfers gliding true,
Like giant seagulls arcing high,
Borne by puppeteers skimming blue.
Eyelids fall behind sunglasses,
Breakfast lasts till lunch and beyond,
On the horizon a ship passes,
A book is closed beneath a yawn.
As light seeps from sea and sand,
The sunset brings a welcome boon
For an idler making tonight’s plan,
To conclude a lazy afternoon.
Categories:
idler, beach, blue, sea, summer,
Form: Rhyme
Ahhhhhh.... they make me so mad!
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An imposter, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter!
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
or at a smart aleck who can out-run,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
which is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
and whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy
And oh ... Man, I’ll just go crazy!
~"What Annoys You?" contest by Frank Herrera.
Categories:
idler, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Yesterday death said in passing...
“Someday it will be your turn,”
Always from dark mood harassing,
Never master, just intern.
Days awaken sleepy idler,
Death’s chill lost to summer breeze,
Autumn’s leaves show hidden color,
Spring’s joy melting winter’s tease.
Nature’s cycles run like clockwork,
Hum with sound of rushing birth,
Evolution’s crowning bulwark,
God’s true plan for fledging earth.
How in life’s ecstatic clamor,
Has death even got a prayer?
Time unwinding without stammer,
Endings really are not there.
Life unfolds as God would have it!
God is dead?! Death has no voice!
Sleep in peace for morn will come yet,
Master’s plan divulges choice.
Brian Johnston
February 8, 2016
Categories:
idler, life,
Form: Rhyme
Ahhhh...they make me so mad:
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An impostor, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter.
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
Or at a smart aleck who can outrun,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
that is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
And whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy,
And oh...Man, I'll just go crazy!
I'm so annoyed contest by Mary Oliver Rotman
Categories:
idler, crazy,
Form: Rhyme