Long Laze Poems
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It is a fine day to laze in the grass
And to think about that beautiful lass.
Her pretty eyes are lit with laughing fire
And she fills me with impassioned desire.
Alas, in this green field I cannot stay.
I must rise and go and be on my way.
Hardships behind and many to the fore.
How far must I go to settle the score?
It may be long and long ere I get home,
For far and far life has lead me to roam.
Time and time I have studied to go there
And day and day drink in familiar air.
I stand and pick up my gun and my pack,
Setting my feet to the long winding track.
Will she be there when I am home again?
Or, will I have to find another, then?
A man is not a man when he observes
His nation attacked and himself reserves.
He must make a strong stand against evil,
Or see all destroyed in the upheaval.
I may lose too much as an absentee,
But this is for those who come after me
I want their future to be free from fear
And have the kind of life I hold so dear.
I didn’t grow up trying to better anyone
but I bettered the bitter and discovered haters one by one
turns out it’s a lonely place when you’re the champion
everybody wants a piece everyday on repeat
you see them looking at you with the envy in their eyes
because I worked out while they sat eating all the pies
the effort and the discipline continuous developing
playing sport and at the gym
while they weren’t doing anything
they think that I was born athletic lucky genes they say
while they watch tv smoke and laze lacking energy each day
hours they spend dreaming about glory and achieving what they ain’t
while I compete in competition hard work starts to pay
living dreams the actual scenes and getting lots of praise
while no one ever notices the ones dreaming they are great
desperate for attention they start to label you that way
I don’t want attention I enjoy the sports I play
they look for ways they better you in any category
and then they talk aloud about it most assuredly
making sure that people know until they all agree
they’ve finally found the sweet spot they’ve found a victory
but then you go and win something and all the people see
then everybody talks about it and you are centre scene
and this just grows the hate resentment and the jealously
so now they will compete with you every possibility
behaviour fuelled by envy and it’s obvious to me
if you are lazy you’ll grow bitter and be a nobody
and you’ll become an empty shell who dreams they do achieve
desperate to be noticed by the whole community
and you will have to tell yourself just how great you are
over time you will believe it and see yourself a star
but that is called delusion you’re not who you think you are
becoming confident and cocky a reality apart
your happy days will be the days others suffer hard
you’ll kick them down and dance around and talk to them real harsh
entitled lazy liar horrid no empathy or heart
and this is how you will achieve as the narcissist you are
all because you sat and dreamed and smoked and drank the bar listening to winning stories of those held in high regard
and as your ego disappears amongst the mental scars
you’ll be wishing you were someone else hating who you
saying lots of nasty to people so high up above you
while they can’t even hear you they just laugh and shoulder shrug you
I lie there
sun baking down
upon my back
Sizzling my skin
prickled with the heat
slowly scorches.
To cool it
I move a little
to the right.
A tree shaded area
just cool enough
in which to laze
the afternoon away.
Half dazed I lay there,
my thoughts begin
to wander
back over previous days.
Days where my boyfriend
would woo me,
off to the pictures
or night spots…
always something to do,
somewhere to go.
Him leading me,
showing me off
like a prized possession.
I wander is that all I am?
A possession?
Daisies,
I love these
cute little flowers,
perfect for picking
and playing….
He loves me,
he loves me not…
....He loves me!
Satisfied for now,
beaming like a
Cheshire cat;
I close my eyes ,
let imagination
take me far away
and doze
waiting for his return
with ice-lolly
dripping,
melting;
as I do with
my love…
Mind moves
Motives mingle;
Meaning mulls
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Primal play
Puzzles poise;
Pretty pace
~~~~~~~~~
Notice noise
Nimble near;
Nurture noose
~~~~~~~~~
Sell story
Sanguine stuff;
Stray streak
~~~~~~~~~
Laughing loud
Lofty leaks;
Latitude
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy cruise
Careless crooks;
Comforts calm
~~~~~~~~~
Little logic
Lifting laze;
Looking loud
~~~~~~~~~
Mystic moment
Meekly mild;
Massage motive
~~~~~~~~~
Pregnant program
Pretty puzzle;
Poignant poise
~~~~~~~~~
Ample apps
Asking apt;
Active ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely lines
Lust lingers;
Living lewd
~~~~~~~~~
Tumble tells
True taste;
Tilting thoughts
~~~~~~~~~
Effect earns
Embrace exit;
Etching entrance
~~~~~~~~~
Corner cafe
Coffee cuppa;
Creamy choice
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy news
Nasty notions;
Niche new noose
~~~~~~~~~
Passion points
Postures proof;
Pleasant play
~~~~~~~~~
Vivid voice
Value verses;
Volume vague
~~~~~~~~~
Dying dream
Drizzle dilutes;
Death displays
~~~~~~~~~
Nerves note
Nasty noose;
Naked noise
~~~~~~~~~
Caress comfort
Cool charm cheers;
Crazy change charms
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Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore
dean meat-mad @impossible3
rob'in'/hood;
all get free lunches 1week
says impossible3 need2learn: responsibility
clean: building lab/gym 3decas old
when meat-looks mattered
laze lock/chains (nokey)
dust!dirt!choke!cough!
meat reflex: disgust
hands make meat motions oldstyle
wax on/off, lolz
2of3 sees button red/blue
meat response: excitement
1of3: worried @meatspeak
3of3: trouble/warn/no
2of3: meat-weak presses red/blue quick
3beepLOUD
meat reflex: alarm/worried/fear
floorMOVE
meatmoves: 2of3falls
WATER (w/out floor)
meat word: stagnant/gross/nasty
meat memory: ocean/sea/brine/salt/brackish
2of3 splash/swim/paddle
1of3 reach/grab/help
2of3: pain/blood/agony
1of3 recall: organism/water/TEETH
2of3 end process
meat reflex: eye liquid
meat response: panic/fear
..............................process........................................
meat action: FLEE/RUN/ESCAPE
1/2/3= 1/3of3
dean........................responsible.........................../regret/regret/regret
RUN meat process: GRIEF
1/3 = clone
dormant/sleep/hibernate/brumate
3/3 = original
AWAKE process
year1
year2
year3
1/3 meat status: NONE
3/3 = LEARN
1/3 meat status: NO response
.....................................................................................................
end process
me/impossible3
me/solo
me/aLONE
meat status: searching
process...
process...
process...
-----------transcendence/evolution/become------------------------------
meat me
meet me
3of3/original = 1of0
1 of none
Me
singular
singularity
dean speak: RESPONSE/ABILITY
-2/3,-3/3 = me1
me1>me3
run process: ....me....me...meat.....meet ME
Learn: RESPONSE ABILITY
alone/sans clones
become ME
/entry:
dean lesson: responsibility
/entry2: response = ability
Exam: virus
Action: clean
Result: ?
I think of 1/3/2/3.
initiate clean meat memory process
"virus attack result"
no reference known
Me
Only me.
The world's greatest tragedy?
Maybe it's when someone you used to talk to,
for hours on end,
someone you used to be so close to,
someone you used to love;
disappears.
Possibly it's when you give up on yourself,
when you laze about,
resigned to a miserable fate,
resigned to little but sighing and crying;
surrender.
It could be when a child cries,
for a lost mother,
for father, brother, sister, anything,
for innocence fading and reality suffocating;
discovery of sin.
Whatever the case, whatever one thinks
is truly the most sorrowful event to take place,
I know which one is mine.
Not to lose a love,
not to acquiesce to fate,
not a child learning of the wicked;
though indeed they nearly head the list.
No, for me, for anyone, the worst:
to lose who you are.
Not just surrendering it, or death,
nothing so dramatic or even close to sudden.
I speak of a gradual shift, and not growth,
for that is a happy occurrence.
No, letting your identity slip, slowly, over time -
allowing events in your life, or the forces of eternity,
or, most insidiously, other people, to shape
how you react, think, and speak;
such is tantamount to spiritual suicide.
I wouldn't wish it upon the worst scum of the earth,
for the simple thought of it hangs heavy on my heart.
So stand fast, friends,
for you alone dictate your core;
you alone can choose to die
either a pawn of the pressures that surround you,
or actually yourself, in the flesh
and soul.
And those forever on the run,
Vain like rain ‘pon a verdant wood
Lush with leafy weeds wildly grown.
Or early morning’s fog in haze,
Gossamer gauze in its sheer mood
That vanish in lingering laze.
Or take a sun, rising nigh late
From behind tall hills like a hood,
That sets, ere entering my gate
Imagine a mid-summer’s breeze
Bare before I have had it good,
And faces doldrums’ sudden freeze.
Poems all, I was pregnant with
Once ‘pon a time, but now to brood
And miscarried nigh oh like a myth.
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Reflections |12.03.2026| breeze/wind, fog, sun, woods/weeds, tercet
When we are walking…
and we’re stepping on a spiky ground,
Walk lightly without looking down or turning around;
Ahead of us always awaits the finest sand
where we can lay down and laze in the sun.
When we are climbing…
and we’re going to climb a scree,
Dodge those stones that roll down on us freely;
And if we feel disdain and in vain,
remember that we’re unique, with special knacks and strength.
When we’re swimming…
and we’re swimming on distraught of morass counts,
keep dancing the minuet of life in mellow sounds;
When sable clouds and torrents of rain teem down too,
swim at our best stoke, on those clouds we’ll always float and glow.
When we are loving…
and we’re loving too much from the heart,
It hurts, but Cupid also heals wound with his magic dart;
Keep on loving others, never stifle and give up
Love is a berth of comfort, a precious gift, a great reward.
When we are standing…
and we’re lashed by cataclysm that mangled our heart,
Cling to the Lord, He will restore everything from the start;
He will reshape whatever was deformed
And make us stand straight, a forever cypress amidst the storm.
Dec. 9,2014 10.50pm
©2014Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
-I hope this humble poem of mine can inspire or uplift. God bless! This was not entered in a contest because it’s too late but it’s ok with me.
What if the butterflies speak?
Will they say verses
About those tenebrous days peak
They endured inside chrysalis?
Will they lament
Thinking of the caterpillar wasted days
where the times they just spent
Only on eating, pooping,and around,to laze?
Will they cry
enunciating the efforts they did
While confronting the birds flying high
Or do they show the obscure places to hide?
What would they say?
They perhaps swiftly sway
To prove that they don't have time to convey;
Ain't they born just to relish the present second?
And also visiting the flowering lands fecund?
Ergo they have no voice
All they do is rejoice
September 12 2021
The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet
Pleasure of pleasures to be home.
A pleasing treasure of the front door.
Opening, stretching, seeking solace.
Practically diving inside, turning
the faucet back on; releasing air
conditioning and oh…oh…the joy
of the showering spray, removing
the night before, the morning after
from Delta delays. Oh the laze…
did I say the laze…oh no no no…
working to unpack, just to wash
and refill the suitcases. Laboring
for a reunion in Atlantic City.
Mercy and mercy and fun, fun, fun
in the Jersey sun and buffets too,
and much talk talk talk…until
our threshold greets us again
with a chummy slap on the back.