Indolence won't get
You to heaven, it's a sin
No work, you won't eat.
O Melancholy, my home-alone friend,
with Indolence conspiring to mark time,
with best intentions, and thoughts unpenned,
and faded vision, as the perfect rhyme,
so almost, so not quite, so very close,
distracted by my wastrel amigos.
If I could somehow loosen ties that bind,
and hold me in such unrelenting thrall,
if I the secret antidote could find,
to let me hear again the muse’s call,
my mind, now free, a-roving, unconcealed,
my deepest unsung thoughts in verse revealed.
Unending sojourn, inspiration sought,
and sometimes unexpectedly upturned.
When with the souls of poets we have walked,
their intimations shared, insights discerned,
if we, as in a dream, a trance adopt,
we too may tread their lofty mountaintop.
FROM INDOLENCE TO ACTION
Dear ! Me turning deaf dizzy.
Drowning deep being drowsy.
Do you address me crazy ?
Please boost me to be busy.
Dear ! Hold my crystal goblet
showing your sparkling bracelet.
Step tip toe tinkling anklet.
I think that is my outlet.
Dense dormant desires of mine.
Poor Passion, tingling on wine.
Ardent ardour ! Pure, divine.
Romantic aroma entwined .
Neither fussy fanaticism
Nor mystic mesmerism
Need delighted dynamism.
Vital action: Optimism.
Wish to release indolence.
No wobbling to break fake fence.
To feel frolic, never tensed .
We are lovers in true sense.
11\11\22
Just Before Release
Contest by Unseeking Seeker.
Do you fear productivity
and lay your sloth upon the Lord?
Is indolence your proclivity?
Satan surely loves your accord.
But Satan is the Devil.
He will not fill your larder.
In your apathy he’ll revel.
Wake up and try a little harder!
Many lazy people in the U.S. of A.
Are living off of the burden taxpayers pay,
Living the dream,
Me wanna scream
Looney bin truck coming to carry me away.
People who will not work drive me up a wall
While good, decent folk are carrying the ball,
Laziness is not a virtue,
“A little work never hurt you!”
My mama said so, as best I can recall.
written June 16, 2021
SUNNY INDOLENCE
In sunny days of scorching summer
under dazzling sizzling hot hammer
to hit laziness,
constant drowsiness.
Idle! Funny! But busy farmer.
06/ 17/20
'Summer Laziness' Contest by Mohon Chutani
But I should have known
she wasn’t through.
She snuggled close
to whisper in my ear,
and said I have a message for you.
She sounded sexy and sultry
and licked my ear.
Cuddling with me,
I had both hands full
of my favorite parts of her.
You’re lucky I love you, lazy old man.
So, listen here!
I’m not going to fool around with you
until your yard work is through.
I had a talk with the contractor about
the swing set and the back deck.
He said they can start next weekend
So, He and I signed a contract,
then I stroked the check.
I love my grandchildren and I love you,
don’t ever make me choose
between them or you.
If you don’t start teaching
this little dog to do what I say,
She’s going to wake up
in a shelter run by the S. P. C. A.
When I ask you to trim the bushes?
and you smile like the dirty old man you are,
this time it won’t get you very far.
Now as for helping you
with your (wish it was bigger,)
I think we fit just right,
and we're going to try
something new tonight.
Now get your hands off me
and go wash that filthy car.
Loathing the mazy, the lazy look around
To spot the shortest of all paths to be found
For the indolence that in him does redound
The lazy man with novelty does abound
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 treasure
Such a deceiving foe; not a generous donor
…offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Today, I challenge you, my sluggard laziness' suitor
…upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color
…since my daily schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor
…against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor
…by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
I now combat fruitlessness’ horror
…in striving for a productive future
While trusting God* with His grace-anchor
…I press on by His might so sure!
*Proverbs 28:25 He that is of a proud heart stirreth up strife: but he that putteth his trust in the LORD shall be made fat.
July 5, 2018
1st Place, "Standard No. 100..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand: judged on 7/7/2018.
the smell is heavy and slow
moles
rats
fish on the shore
birds
grass
leaves
branches
jasmine sambac
everything rots at night
eternity
echoing
"eternity"
your blue whisper
in the room
feminine is the smell of death