I want to be
A useless friend
Without a means
Towards an end
I'd love to be
That one you know
Who's presence heals
With naught to show
Transaction lite
No gifts or tools
Just present
There to break the rules
That life is full
And resource heavy
True friends don't need
Transaction levy
I'd love to be
The friend you choose
When life is sweet
Nothing to lose
Unrequired
Layabout
Just present
For a mate hangout
Agenda free
Just there to hold
Nothing is bought
Nothing is sold
I want to be
There on demand
To chat and laugh
Or hold a hand
There is no reason
No goal, no end
I simply want
To be that friend
Categories:
layabout, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
You’re called by fragrance to get out,
to bathe beneath the flower moon;
The whisper of Summer’s a shout,
you’re called by fragrance to get out;
Stirring dreams seem to layabout
‘til coaxed harshly from their cocoon;
You’re called by fragrance to get out,
to bathe beneath the flower moon.
Categories:
layabout, dream, emotions, moon, nature,
Form: Triolet
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:
layabout, life,
Form: Tanka
Throwing soil into a planter
Growing season just begun
Showing her I have green fingers
Knowing I shall need no gun
She thinks I’m a layabout
Me thinks she’s in for a shock
Three months til she gets to sip
Tea from leaves of fresh hemlock
9 June 2021
Sponsor: Joseph May
Contest: Lento - 8 Lines Poetry Contest
Categories:
layabout, garden, murder,
Form: Lento
Home protector
lazily lounging on the ground
Got a belly full bark
that rumbles
with a low growl sound
Droopy ear napping,
dreaming ‘bout buried bones
in the backyard
Brown closed eyes,
nose motion detector turned off
Short-haired security of the domicile
is now taking a cozy layabout
So hang up the dog paws sign:
Welcome, open house —
All uninvited guests
leave a Scooby snack
by the backdoor
on your way out
Categories:
layabout, dog, funny, home, humor,
Form: Light Verse
The Love Affair
The road that leads to a smallish agricultural flatland has
two walls. One wall was built by a slob, just throwing
one stone on top of another.
The other wall was built by a craftsman where stones
fitted and he had used decorative and white painted
cement between them.
Every Sunday the meticulous man walks to his wall
and find great satisfaction to see his work again and
wishes the slob would rebuild his wall.
Every Sunday the layabout goes for a walk to,
first to the bar for a few beers with his mates; he walks
to the good man’s house and have sex with his wife.
Categories:
layabout, first love, humorous,
Form: Burlesque
The Dragonbone Chair
Mr Williams that's the guy, first name Tad
Wrote an epic story about a little lad
A layabout, a scruff, a hero in the making
In a time when elven magic is awaking
Though he labours in the scullery, he's born of noble line
His father was a great man, we should take it as a sign
So he grew up in the palace, and sometimes he would dare
To sneak into the throne room and sit upon that chair
Of dragon bone they say it's made
A beast destroyed in the crusade
Though myths and legends time may fade
The dragonbone chair has always stayed
My shelf is stocked with just these books
Please don't give me funny looks
I need no other than these four
Now leave me, let me read some more
For the What Is My Theme? contest
Theme : Your favourite book or writer
Choice : The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams (Sequence of four books)
Categories:
layabout, adventure, fantasyme, time,
Form: Rhyme
LIFELONG LAYABOUT AND CIPHER
What this title means to you,
possible thoughts are getting through.
Lifelong is from birth to death,
surely didn’t cover his every breath.
Then again, possible for a layabout,
on backside’s not a worthy tout.
Proclaimed a “cipher”, he’s not a hero,
from Arabic that digit equals zero.
What’s he done in this deserving?
Be a lazy zero, totally unswerving.
A fond relative once told me,
measuring work, so easy for he.
45yrs’ lifting freight, not a dream.
Conductor 5 more, peaches and crème.
At retirement profoundly he’d say,
“last 5yrs, two crackers a day!”
Using this metaphorically speaking,
apply to havoc of ciphers’ wreaking.
Next time diet changes with flu,
conjure the cipher related to you.
With some satisfaction smugly say,
“ZERO’S’ worth equals crackers a day!”
Categories:
layabout, family, funny, satire
Form: Rhyme