Laggard Poems | Examples

G H I J K L M

ghastly grimy gruesome greedy gray ghost
happily haunts Henry’s hoarder habitat
igniting icy incredulity
jiggery-pokery jimjams justified
kismet keeping kowtowing kin keen
lighthearted lively long-winded laggard laughs
magnifying mystical malefactor’s mysteriousness

Female Footle Slang Names: Part 1

No Alice in Wonderland

Callous
Alice

Sacrificial Lamb

Blame me
Amy

Fan of the Panda Bear

Andie 
Pandie

Miss Hollywood

Star Queen
Arlene

The Trifling One

Petty
Betty

One Gorgeous Redhead

Henna
Brenna

Miss Sophisticated

Classy
Cassie

Not so Sophisticated

Gassy
Cassie

Miss Detective

Police
Clarice

Fragile: Treat with Care

China
Dinah

Miss Flamboyant

Showy
Chloe

The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones

Tawdry
Audrey

The Laggard

Lazy
Daisy

The Imprudent One

Folly
Dolly

Stars in her Eyes

Eileen
Sky Queen

Earth Girl

Terra
Farrah

Where Dragonflies Alight

It was a long hike before they reached the campsite,
and sunlight was fading with the slight threat of rain.
Mandy was weary and Jeff's mood was quite dreary.
There was much yet to prepare before dark of night.
Tents needed raising, then fire and food to prepare.
Labors completed by the bright glow of moonlight.
Mandy gathered dry kindling while Jeff found water,
near a stand of cattails where dragonflies alight.
Gazing at the laggard walk of a red capped crane,
Jeff's mood was quite dreary, and Mandy was weary,
'til scared by trumpets of the sandhill crane in flight.



April 6, 2021
Abracadabra March Magic Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Syllable count at 12 ~ checked with HMS. Rhyme with RZ

If You'Re Ever Going To Love Me

If you're ever going to love me,
love me now so I will know.
Don't wait till they chisel my name
in ice cold stone.

If you know someone was thirsty,.
for a drop of water sweet.
Would you be so slow to bring it,
would you walk with laggard feet?

If you're ever going to love me,
love me now so I will know.
So I can hold and treasure it
and it may continue to grow.

Money Inferior To Time

Time richer, more precious than cash
Which once lost finds its way into your wallet
Whereas a second lost can stash
Permanent poverty punishment on your mallet. 

Time, scarce resource with powers
To determine the quality your future enjoys
If you bestow on time a bouquet of flowers
To ascertain time swaps sorrows for joys.

Time begs no one as it moves on
In its inexorable race to the destination
No laggard can either hasten or slow down in a zone
Primed to promote a tardy fascination.

Time befriends folks whose attitude
Accommodates punctuality in all activities
With the potential to soar a latitude
Towards festivities and away from tardy proclivities.

Loch Ness

The cooling evening breeze lifted and moved the laggard clouds
filtering the burnished moon through the sheer curtains  on  either side,
makes nature shiver.

Moon holds its gaze with longing over the Scottish Highlands
watching Nessie swim in the dark of the silver facets mirror lake.
She’s grandiose and magnificent in size, 
with a towering neck and hump protruding from the shimmering water.
She belongs in the vast bottomless depths
of blue with her magic of immortality kept hidden.

She's welcomed to come to life to cast shadows upon the lake,
one to openness that stretch endlessly before her.
Mountains rise like giants beautiful and imposing
meeting the stark gray sky on the horizon.

Light flickers in the distant as the sky begins to darken.
Lighting erupts with rumbling growls.
Streaks zigzag and fork across the sky
in a majestic display shooting from seemingly out of nowhere
to hit the ground one after another impressive exhibition of power.

With not a soul in sight
she feeds while the moon shines. 
Nature keeps an invisible secret.

12/17/2017


Poetry Contest: Loch Ness 
Sponsored by: Thvia Shetley

That's Some Trick

Bewitched again by autumn's laggard spell
Like alchemy, green leaves are turned to gold
Although the summer still has dreams to sell
I watch fall's silent sorcery unfold

Brisk morning breezes hint of coming cold
Forgotten are the yellow daffodils
The grass is brown where robins once patrolled
Who now, I'm sure, are sunning in Negril

And yet it seems leaves change almost at will
As fall performs his yearly slight of hand
Replacing summer heat with twilight chill
And leafy green to russet on demand  

While autumn draws attention from my eyes
It tricks me not to notice how time flies


    by Daniel Turner
Negril is a tourist destination in Jamaica

New Day New Beginning New Life

New Day
     New beginning
          New life

Body still bleeds

   Days have been a pawn of struggles
Quest for long reach upon every dawn 
an ardent mind, a vision of concern
sorrow, sobs, and fears patience mourned
Retch the grim laggard illness unadorned 
idle morns, stark painful weary days, 
hearkened to the long chanting nights bray
warm dreams for a 
     New life..
          New beginning..
               New day


3/17/2017

Endless Summer

The hot, autumn sun
spills effulgent;
dark branches, roused,
glow lustrous as blue day.

Burgeoning trees
cling to verdant leaves
denying impending
vermillion days.

Summer's love abides,
warming laggard blooms
under the flowing fern.

Summer will stay for now;
Winter patiently waits
to renew the ripe world.

Florida Nature

The laggard flow of fresh water 
With scattered pads of green 
Tall blades of sawgrass stretch around the bank

A lingering fog hovers 
Sun is trying to sneak through with its warm rays

Lichen hanging from cypress tree branches
With a heron or two

A sea of ferns and thickets
Found everywhere
That offers a habitat to the
Seen and unseen

A path to follow as a deer strolls through
Savoring the spectacular scenery and
The smell of nature in the wetlands
 
Fern Garden By: Robert Butler
Sponsored By: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders 
Contest Name Florida Nature

Surreal Nature

I await your coming for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high. The lilac branches are still bare and shivering in the laggard lion’s breath of March. They await your kiss, the Monarch of summer.

purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom

Though all the tulips are gone having served as dessert for gophers, the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil. The hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue, the paper narcissus now, scent the air.

red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird baths fill with rain

From within a green pupa, soon, you will stir. The membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain in a spring breeze, adorned in polka dots and wings. See your pin-thin limbs stir like the crinolines of spindle legged virgin daughter at first communion. You will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.

leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise

I await your coming for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high. Though the lilac branch's still bare and shivering in the laggard lion’s breath of March awaiting your kiss, Monarch of summer, butterflies born.

 
Date 10/14/13

Fear the Night

Darkness steals the day’s fading sunlight
as the moon opens his bright eye above.
Stars begin to spray the ebony night  
that grips the still earth like a glove.

Streetlight burns through curtained window 
casting shadows along my painted wall.
Exhausted eyes commence to grow
but laggard body tends to stall.

Body at last yields to cool sheets
as exhausted mind transcends overhead. 
Eventually vigor within depletes
feeling as though I’m living... dead.

Springs beneath start to creek and move
as strong weight engulfs a motionless stiff.
Core sinks deep into mattress groove
as eyes search for something to biff.

Time lapses; frozen body fights to free
resisting an opposing force unknown.
Managed to scream let me be, let me be
before drifting off to sleep on my own.

6/2/13

Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Biding Its Time

She's just turned six year old and so
Her baby teeth are primed to go.
But one, reluctant to vamoose,
Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose.

Our Amy doesn't seem to mind. 
She is not the conceited kind,
And has more things to think about
Than a laggard tooth that won't fall out.

If you chance to see beguiling grin
With a tooth that is more out than in,
You have seen our Amy, there's no doubt
And her baby tooth that won't fall out.

Monarch of Summer

I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.

purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches --
daffodils bloom

Though all the tulips are gone
having served as desert for gophers,
the worm and the grubs stir in the wet spring soil…
and the hyacinths have replaced the crocus’s blue
the paper narcissus now, scent the air.

red breasted robins
hop between hummocks of grass --
bird bathes fill with rain

From the within the green pupa, soon
you will stir ..the membrane will thin, sheer as a curtain
in a spring breeze adorned in polka dots 
and wings like the crinolines of spindle legged 
virgin daughters  at first communion...
you will emerge with lash long antennae ready to fly.

leaves of cone flowers
push through the brown soil of spring --
anthills rise

I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer
butterflies born.

 
Forms: Free Verse & haiku

Resurrection

Wake oh laggard sun and anoint a freed age.
Wake the guff and lose all allegiance primal. 
Roar and rise angelic at man's evolving
endlessly joyful.

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