War weary wayward wanderer walking westerly
Sadly slowly striding shadowy suburban streets
Barely behaving bravely but blindly bound
Coldly click-clacking cumbersome calloused cleats
Tormented tattered tired thus temper tampered
Following faltering footsteps from frigid feet
Deeply determined denying darkened deadly deeds
Recalls rankled ridiculous rituals readily repeat
Loosely lackadaisically lumbering like lost lamb
Ghastly giant gradually greets grieving ghost
Posturing politely promising placid provincial palace
Hell's haven happily hinders Heaven's host
Categories:
lackadaisically, angst, fate, war,
Form: Rhyme
There she was, my queen standing lackadaisically at the horizon as the sun set
Her face gleamed and glowed like the fireflies at night.
Her smile that caught my eyes was as curvaceous as her body.
She was a true piece of art as the sculptor curved her to perfection.
Alas! My search and quest had come to an end and I was on m debut of my paradise
I feel like I should hide her from the face of the earth for from this point on, I declare myself selfish.
Or perhaps I should relocate everyone to another planet so that it’s only me and her in all the continents of the earth.
Surely if you haven’t seen her don’t even dream of it because I and only I hold the visa to heart.
I only have one wish that I could become an octopus so that I could hold all of her body with my 8 arms.
Be an ogre so that I could watch her with my multi-eyes.
Be a kangaroo and hide her in my porch always
Be an eagle so that I can build our nest at the peak of the tallest mountain.
For the first time in my life I’ve seen the true definition of beauty that no dictionary, no scholar and no theory can match to.
Categories:
lackadaisically, beauty, cute love, feelings,
Form: Romanticism
angels sweeping out flakes
lackadaisically
successive shift:
fast and furious
angels on break
storehouse still
to be emptied
funniest sight?
a full-size snowman
drops from the clouds
foreman’s mad
he smiles though
at the cheeriest
curveball snow
angel’s never angry more
than a millisecond
heaven’s work a joy
yesterday, today and forever
Nov 2022
Categories:
lackadaisically, angel, snow,
Form: Free verse
For crying out loud
I am awesomely proud
To be a Fool in love
With Mother Nature.
I thank the Almighty above
For everything he has done
Hoping that I have a secured future
Earth is now my haven, my Heaven.
I am a Fool who loves my wife
The beautiful trees and flowers
The hummingbirds on the top towers
And the daunting intricacies of life.
Today is the first day of April
I am thrilled like a new drill
I am excited to be the only Fool
Swimming naked in the icy pool.
For God's sake, I am a Fool in love
The eagles are hovering above
The green mountains, this is awesome
That's wonderful, that's very handsome.
This is spring, a new season with a lot of potential
Sure, I am lackadaisically controversial
That's why I love the mad and irate women
And the jerks who refused to say Amen.
Copyright © April, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
lackadaisically, april, feelings, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Above Looking Down
Above the earth, floating on air,
In gas spheres upward extending,
Lackadaisical without care,
Storm clouds are brewing, so it’s time for shooing.
In a gas sphere upward extending,
I see creation gone amok;
Storm clouds are brewing, so it’s time for shooing
And to seek shelter from the havoc.
Seeing creation gone amok
Is likened to sheep (among wolves)
That seek shelter from the havoc
And see in the sky flying doves.
The sheep bleat when attacked by wolves,
Calling the shepherd to save them,
And I fly free with peaceful doves,
Sadly looking down on the mayhem.
Watching the shepherd coming to save them,
Lackadaisically without care.
Sadly, I look down on the mayhem
From above the earth, floating on air.
Categories:
lackadaisically, flying, perspective, satire, surreal,
Form: Pantoum
Today,
Written: By Tom Wright
11/20/01
That period of time between past and future,
where man is predisposed to reflect and dream.
Reflections on former actions,
can impact our future only to the extent that we allow.
Often, our dreams become as crutches,
inducing us to hobble through life lackadaisically,
when not resting on the stool of do-nothing.
Which is precisely where I'm sitting now.
Sometimes, writing is like trying to farm eighty acres
with one blind mule.
Categories:
lackadaisically, funny, writing,
Form: Free verse
I have arrived gradually, in boxes.
from foreign places, unknown sellers.
part of me was procured from a man
who told his son to come get me or else five years ago
I am stealthily planning my take-over of this household.
slowly crowding the people here out of their space,
requiring more and more room as I arrive in boxes.
I am crowding them gently at first,
incognito practically until my drumsticks and brushes arrive.
all bets are off now, no more silence for them.
I am dying to drum out six or eight sets.
They know I am here now, as do their neighbors.
The whole town knows. A gentle, hostile mighty take-over
first a bedroom, then the great room. Now my pieces are
lackadaisically lounging around the entire premises, in a good way.
I am rhythmically and methodically sound. But sneaky.
Piece by piece I have inched my way into the human man’s brain.
The wife has been slower to come around. We still stick out our tongues when we meet.
I am the rhythm master, spreading my beat
enjoying my stands and my cymbals, loving the beat
as the human man plays me softly, then loudly with my sticks and brushes.
Crescendo now! Bam! Final finish! I am amazing!
Categories:
lackadaisically, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Personification
Crimson Maple Leaf
by Valerie D. Staton
Crimson Maple leaf
lackadaisically swirled
amidst a backdrop of blue
Categories:
lackadaisically, nature,
Form: Haiku
DECEMBER 2017
secondary storm
as snow rushes from branches -
trees hold onto roots
a snow-bird pauses
on white cold platform ~
perhaps further South?
as main road traffic mocks,
steep driveway
lackadaisically melts
12/9/2017
Categories:
lackadaisically, weather,
Form: Haiku
You lack what I have.
You can't have it back,
because your lack is my gain.
Lacks define your success.
The less you have the better.
But, a life with too many lacks is lackluster,
a life spent lolling and loitering
is lackadaisical bliss.
It is a half-hearted half-life, ruined by deficiencies.
So count your lacks, one by one
and get rid of them.
Be fulfilled as you fill your lacks,
like a dentist fills cavities.
Categories:
lackadaisically, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Mane Eater
With a still motion or walk
Prey you craftily stalk
Your eyes burning amber
As eyes of he from slumber
Hunting in Savannah grass
Tongue dropping clean as glass
Then, on the vermin’s neck
Crack! I hear bones break.
With a metal-strong jaw
You begin to lick the paw
To start your feeding day
On flesh of mortal prey.
Lying cold and supine
You begin to greedily dine
King of the jungle in his moat
By feasting to near bloat.
Your appetite turned grey...
With one look at the prey
Lackadaisically saunter away
To carry on with your day.
Not apathetic to your sway
Mane with blood of the play
You stop to preen the fur
Then melt in the Savannah bur.
JM
26th Nov’ 2013
Categories:
lackadaisically,
Form: Couplet
A displaced soul drifts lackadaisically on a lukewarm tide
Of drugged confusion
Eyes blind and ears plugged with her own bewildered ramblings
She does not know where she floats
Nor how she came to be there
Her mind is a murky haze
A miasma of amnesia born of overwhelming strife
She comprehends only the primal urgings of
Self preservation
The inebriated machinations of her heart & lungs
As they keep her obediently alive
Keep her coasting
Everything else is a fog
A shifting quicksilver illusion, swirling like clouds
Obscuring love & passion & rage
The islands of emotion she needs to reach
The bedrock of comprehension & crucial human instinct
Cruelly they elude her
And still she drifts
Limp spaghetti fingers grasping at straws
At bottles of cheap wine & the soothing firefly
Glow of cigarettes
Caustic chemicals that inject her with false animation
That spur her through the mists towards some kind of
Clarity
Until the cold dawn-spangled hands of sobriety drag
Her back again
A slap of reality right in the face
And yet again there she is
Drifting
A puny twig, swirling on the goliath currents
Of displacement and despair
Swallowed up by cold grey infinity
Categories:
lackadaisically, death, depression, life
Form: Free verse