Long Laziness Poems
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I can't move on
2013 Bangerz CD album cover in my head
Driving me up and down the walls instead
I'm drowned in solitude's dread...and laziness led
Led astray by foolish endeavors and knowledgable morals...I'm just confuzzled...
I'm confused
I mused
On perplexing thots of view
I see yiew...I see yiew...nothing new...
Jesus Christ
I wish I can be like u
Thank u
Thank u
For being merciful much like Your Father and the Holy Spirit
I must admit...I'm lit with hope and I mope no more
Who's the one I adore? Well, Him, family, friends and I...
And I...
And I...
Thank u
Thank u
It's hard being me
Dyslexic creep I came to be
It's difficult, you see?
I'm depressed, shy, timid, you name it - scratch that!
I am so brave, a happy camper, a confident dancer, an artist and a performer...
There, I said it alright
Good night,
Sunlight
Sonlight
Full of undying might
Take divine flite tonite
I stumble upon u and the thots in between
Thank the God Most High I'm not a pre-teen
A slave outta bondage I am
Still, a light in this world...a soon-to-be found lamb
I'm clumsy
I'm nothing close to how great you are
Jealousy...
Zzzzzzleepy all day long...so far...
I'm fat and skinny
Mmmmm
Hmm
Thanks, Father...
For the hurt and the pleasure
I understand my role in life right now
You love me beyond measure
Can I do more good than evil somehow?
Boredom can be inspirational
Poetry can be international
Fame and fortune aren't always good
Nor is it always bad...it's rewarding with consequences unknown for a little while
I'd run the extra mile...
Just to see all smile...
I wear an upside down frown...
Up in here in this quiet town !!
Born in Madrid, in fifty nine,
A military Kid, 3rd of 7 in the assembly line;
They named me Michael, but I answer to Wedge,
A Master Sergeant’s son—not much here that's cutting edge.
I grew up a runner, and I wrestled some,
I was a skateboarding brawler and a surfer bum;
Didn’t try very hard in primary school,
Laziness, not ignorance—I was a bit of a tool.
Then I met this fine girl, long hair just like copper,
Who took me to church, sweet, innocent, and proper;
At Wood’s Grove on knees, accepting Him for long haul,
In 1978—just weeks before Uncle Sam called.
In a flash came the Navy, Marriage, college, and kids,
A submarine, 2 surface ships—I was a bit of a squid;
On to Chapel Hill, where I taught Midshipmen,
By ’94, farewell my Navy—I’m now a businessman.
Life moved fast from the crib thru each grade,
For Mom & two girls—my female brigade;
Growing up we did lots, mostly travels and school,
Plus church, school sports, dance and piano recitals, how cool!
Today, they’re gone—our empty nest in their wake,
New lives, with spouses, and pups—and new names.
So I paint and I hike—while my soulmate sews and she reads;
And we both now teach high school—sharing Christ as He leads.
I’m grateful my Navy recalled this old goat,
To lead men and women, ashore and afloat;
Retirement and selection, to teach young Cadets,
A large pain in the butt—but I have no regrets.
After 60 odd years, I’m modestly content,
With where my life’s been, and headed—once spent.
But mostly I’m thankful—family, friends and great health,
And for wonderful friendships—the source of my wealth!
Some say sixty's getting old,
Creaky knees, aches and pains, hard hearing—all told.
And I contend, aging's NOT for the faint hearted,
But most who know me know—I'm just getting started!
Laziness is nothing more than the habit
of resting before you get tired.
—Jules Renard
Cleaning dishes, washing clothes, and other chores.
It’s so clear in my mind, I’m leaning towards poetry.
—by poet
Static
I’m exhausted. Doing nothing.
And I’m crushing
it. See me yawn -
it’s only dawn.
Lazy bones, stretching, standing tall.
And that is all.
Finger pressing
(quite impressing)
button on the remote control
(without a soul)
quite like A I
Sleepy …bye bye
Today I declared war
on my own laziness—
no more delivery apps,
no more surrender.
I would conquer pasta.
First victory:
water bubbling on the stove.
Time to add salt—
but my hand betrayed me,
half the shaker tumbling
into innocent water.
The pot became
a miniature Dead Sea.
Fine, I muttered,
tossed in the pasta
and drifted to my phone,
already tasting glory—
al dente perfection.
Minutes melted by.
Then—the horror:
pasta demands attention.
I returned to witness
culinary catastrophe:
noodles welded together,
a starchy sculpture of regret—
a twisted monument
to my distraction.
Deep breath.
Sauce will save this.
Sauce fixes everything.
Oil hit the pan—
high heat, quick work.
I disappeared
into curated breakfasts
and filtered perfection.
Then—
the sharp scent
of disaster.
I sprinted back
to find my kitchen
staging its own revolt:
oil blackened,
pan smoking,
alarm shrieking
accusations.
Heroically grabbed the pan
with hands unburdened
by common sense—
a yelp that would shame
any wounded animal
echoing through
my foolish pride.
Twenty minutes later,
kitchen scrubbed clean,
dignity in ruins,
I opened the app
and ordered surrender—
extra hot,
with a side of humility.
Sometimes the best lessons
arrive through smoke.
Sometimes, the kitchen
is wiser than you.
Lagniappe
Wide plantation shutters open
With the laziness of
Summered streams
To blink against the shimmering reflections
Of brilliant midday
Dancing on the cobblestones,
Mingling
With the scent of summer lilacs,
Rising
With its bon ami
At the wedding of the dawn
and dusk,
When live oaks
stretch
across broad avenues
To join their hands in shady arches -
Stately guardians
Holding off the power
Of the sun -
Weaving lacy shadows
On the sidewalks
and wide boulevards
Where two sisters meet –
One light as morning
Amber eyes of fiery gold,
One with hair touched by the autumn
Dark eyes deep as midnight shadows -
Gifting lagniappes of affection in
Sweet bouquets of southern honeysuckle
And
Nosegays filled with satin daphne -
Shared in greeting,
Cherished in receiving
As summer's sweet perfume
Entwined about the roses,
Saved
In bands of yellowing lace,
To walk now arm in arm
Under eyelet parasols
Exchanging letters,
Wrapped in satin ribbons,
Strolling through
The winding lanes of secret byways
Sharing sweet beignets
In quiet cafes
In the ete afternoon
While a playful
Huckleberry breeze
Catches emerald ribbons
Floating
From the brims of summer straw hats,
Ruffling petticoats,
Lacy as the Spanish moss
Swaying in the eddies of the air,
Until the jasmined sigh of evening
Mingles with the rising dews
Of the deeply running river
To call them back into the twilight mists,
In reveries for yet another day.
January 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 43-45
Key Verse – Genesis 43:14 …God Almighty give you mercy…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GIVER OF MERCY
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… protecting me from famine and nothingness
Thank You for sending what I need through Your bountifulness
Surely dealing with my guilt-illness by Your aiding wellness---
Please let me live by faith in Your purposiveness.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… providing me with fruits of Your best
Thank You for supplying me resources to the fullest
Surely multiplying my gifts with Your grants in their finest---
Please make me Your responsible steward of joyful zest.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… presenting to me bread of welfare
Thank You for keeping me in good health by Your care
Surely cheering me up in Your gracious smiling stare---
Please set me to delight in Your fellowship as Your goodness I share.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preparing me to be filled with sacks of blessings
Thank You for overtaking my will with strength along life’s racings
Surely forbidding me to covet greedily that cause cursings---
Please discipline me toward goals of worthy enforcings.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… propelling me to do what’s right with Your peace
Thank You for calling me to serve You, healing my laziness’ disease
Surely rescuing me out from the sorrows of futility-increase---
Please keep me prayerful so in clinging to You I won’t cease.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… pressing me to come to Your presence
Thank You for driving me toward harvest labour’s excellence
Surely nourishing me against scarcity inside Your compassion’s fence---
Please secure me by Your nurturing credence.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preserving me within Your commandment
Thank You for warming me with Your holiness-raiment
Surely governing me over my discontentment---
Please revive me always by Your spiritual fulfillment.
January 15, 2023
If Clark Kent was asked at a job interview what his greatest weakness was….
Tonight weakness
What is mine
Lack of empathy
Laziness
my memory
My memory
For starts it’s quite an abrupt word
WEAKNESS
Spent a week in Loch Ness
I like the we like weep
but the axe of th ak is sharp
I see it with a faded filter
Greys to black
Front to back
Weaknesses-why I always sit
The Andes
at the end of the wristies
They are mine
I never talk to mime artists
I mean weak itself has a softness a gentleness
but ness is quite abrupt
I mean if you say them together strength and weakness
It kinda works
More effort emphasis on the strength
the weakness has more of a wisp
Always said I would do it one day
When tomorrow came I wanted to quit after one day.
God says to rest on Sunday
Forget the rest of em, it’s just one day
Resting all day, gonna need some sun some day.
Just another day
Oh wait it’s new year’s day
Make some goals like a run day
Wanted to do it but it was Monday
Finally went on a run but it was Thursday
Couldn’t even finish you were Thursday
Losing to your mind everyday
Don’t give up though every day is a new day
You starting thinking you’ll do it next week
But you hate that you feel so weak
Come on do it on the weekend
You can’t let the week end
That’s why you feel so weakened
College football on a Saturday
Watching other people run it’s a fun day
Up past midnight crap it’s sunday
Bro get some sleep it’s a rest day
But you woke up and it was all a bad dream
Forgetting you are in the NFL
While remembering your early days
Never thought you would make it
But knowing you could
Everyone gotta start somewhere no matter what level
Made it up from rock bottom you’re at the next level
The decision is up to you.
Day one or one day?
Patience is needed all the way
If it is worth the wait
Doesn’t matter if you are a little late
Worked so hard to get a contract
So sad to work your whole life to achieve your dream but be contracted
Maybe you made it but at what cost.
NFL plays on sundays
But it is rest day
Choose what you want to for the rest of your days
I know playing is your thing but it isn’t God's way
Somethings are just bigger than football
Doesn’t seem fair but God is just
More important than a business.
Virtue is what matters don’t be worried to stand out
Protest sunday games, you need to stand up
Listen to god’s calling
Make a calling to others
Change starts with one
New Tyranny
The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic.
Overcome by laziness, I slept for two hours more.
In my drowsiness, thought about how our freedom has been restricted by the internet,
our thought and secrets are no longer our property but shared by authorities that want
to know our innermost thoughts.
We are prisoners of an all-embracing society that will not tolerate thoughts
other than banal comments about a friend`s birthday.
What we heralded as a great instrument for communication
is perverted and spied on by our leaders.
Free speech only exists for those who have nothing to say and accept living
in the land of the convention.
Nothing can be nobler if we demand our right
not to be censured
and called seditious because we will not be trapped
in the trivial acceptance of perceived lies.
What tears me apart
Is the weakness I see in you…
A man
A bastion of strength
Rippling muscles and sinew
Physical prowess and might
A shelter
A protector
An avenger if need be
A demi god
A warrior
Fighting for my cause
Fighting for my love
Fighting….
For me
Unbridled strength and valor
An enduring pillar
An vanquisher
Overcomer
A hero
And here you are
Here you are
Unable to bear my tears
Unable to fight the demons
Unable to carry the burden of my emotions
The dark obsessions
That weigh me down
The unseen demons
That hunt me down
The terrors
That pull me down
Unable to…..feel
Unable to rescue
This damsel in distress
You cower
Afraid…
Of the investment of time
Of the investment of emotions
Of the investment of strength
Of the unknown revelations
Your promises
Worthless
A man of honor
Unable to keep his honorable word
To be my savior
Betrayal I could endure
Abuse I would forgive
Laziness I would overlook
Harshness I would forbear
But weakness….
Ah…weakness I will not tolerate
I am weak enough as it
I need you
To be my strength.
Eileen Manassian Ghali