Long Lazing Poems
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Hidden between the valleys
of his mundane life
oozed a seeping river
a wearisome wandering
unfocused vision
of tedium,
an incongruous rift
lazing amid the taciturn hum
spinning at turtle speed
tempting the idle grass
to ripple.
He ached to feel
the earth move
beneath his slimy girth,
to know the rush of speed,
the awe of going - too fast
being unable to stop,
the joy of having to say
“excuse me – comin’ thru”,
to be the - “UN-slug”.
A deep breath
a lonely exhale
the all too often plea
“Hey, wait for me.”
fell upon the silence
of his mundane life.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2018
Dolly Parton is a woman
that I look up to.
She doesn't give in like many others do
to the pressure she faces
to be seen a certain way
she stays the same by night and by day.
Dollywood is Dolly's
family theme park
Bringing smiles to families from dawn til after dark.
She speaks and acts with that Southern Belle charm
And would never wish anyone any real harm.
Her profile is one that can't be mistaken
Her hair always perfect in the pictures that are taken.
She sings beautifully, talented and truly amazing
She does so much, even when she's lazing.
She won't speak on politics, so don't even try
She know she's looked up to and so that is why
She's a good role model for us to look up to
I'd kinda like to be
like her, don't you
Let’s go on the mother load road trip across continents skip
Even the hip can’t snip or pip the lip fillip of each sip or dip
A sybaritic not a critic’s tour to explore why more is more
Streets of beats galore & locavore treats an epicurean drip
In the Argentine bravado larder of course the empanada
From their mercado source with fine wine could try harder
Top of the poll Asado's charcoal soul to the song of cicada
Austrian fold in the past caught for foodies some sort of sport
They’ve fought over which Sacher torte does bewitch hold court
Or flattered the dish that mattered plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese wheeze a subpoena tease for a leaner schnitzel wiener
Lazing ease & grazing please on amazing spice isles in pyjamas
Laid back smiles made crack conch rice & peas in the Bahamas
Don’t give a damn about Claude Van Dam give me real mussels
Garlic specked not muscle flecked fraud whenever in Brussels
Snaffle waffles abroad should be crisp gooey as Belgians know
Elite frites oh and their stonker bonkers Wonka flair cocoa show
Brazil’s fill me to the gills thrill is still & always will be Feijoada
Even those in a posh off roader chose this nosh meat's Pagoda
Top of the steeple of food of the people a homegrown Skoda
Adore for any course a tour de Force encore honed toned Yoda
Canadian hardy foie gras machine a mardi gras that’s Arcadian
In the stirrup chirrup quaffing absurd maple syrup is Palladian
Nerds with their curds scoffing mean poutine almost Circadian
For rookies ducks pluck shells shuck bones suck cookies for luck
Opiner cuisine not in history stuck a mean memory mystery miner
Hymn of whim cough overcome by swim in broth Szechuan numb
Yummy unctuous darlings scrumptious diddly umptious dim sum
Ho hum no scrum finer all day diner always did come from China
I don't know how to express this,
It's only my point of view.
I may be mistaken
I have made more than a few.
I may lack education,
Although I have always worked.
I have no hesitation,
Unemployment is for jerks.
If you are genuinely needy
Or disabled in any way
It is not that you are greedy,
You require money so you can pay,
For the necessities of life,
To keep a roof over your head.
Financial help is warranted,
When you are unable to get out of bed,
To look for employment.
That you wish that you could do,
Lazing in bed all-day
It cannot benefit you
It would play on your mind
As we all need to work
Unless you are the kind
That does not feel the need
For work, YOU JERK!
Jerk is an appropriate name,
You're all the same,
Why should you work?
When you know all the perks
And the handouts you'll receive
While you have a ball
Doing nothing at all
But deceive.
Help is needed everywhere,
Everyone able should work
Many suffer lives of despair
Please stop behaving like a JERK.
Lollygag and Lallygag were told to make a plan.
Both hoped the other would, and promptly forgot
For following through and doing work for the man
Is something that neither one followed through or sought.
Neither moved forward, thinking the other would take the lead.
But Lollygag and Lallygag were neither up to speed.
They had both made a practice of lazing most of the day.
Not actually doing any work, just taking jobs away.
Two of their minds might have come up with a play
And created a plan if they had any ambition or care.
But they both wasted six good hours, their usual do-nothing day.
Furious with each other when their jobs. Unfair!
Winning the Lottery
Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery,
Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night.
Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine,
So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight.
Our George bemoans his bad luck,
All these years, not even a Tenner.
He told me that a couple from up Orkney,
Won Five million, Mr and Mrs Jenner.
Now I don’t want a fortune,
Just to be comfortable, would be nice.
I could buy me a shiny new sports job,
Without thinking about it twice.
A holiday to the Island of Barbados,
Under tropical skies, that sounds grand.
Or perhaps a Mediterranean cruise,
Lazing on deck, getting tanned.
I would have to update my wardrobe,
With a suit from Ralph Lauren.
A few shirts with the label of Versace,
Oh, and Designer shoes by Donna Karan.
We may have to move from the terrace,
Buy a cottage in the countryside.
Or better still a bungalow by the sea,
With a Veranda, to sit watching the tide.
I could afford to have Guitar lessons,
Learn to play blues like Jimmy Page.
Imagine that, me becoming a rock star,
With adoring groupies at front of stage.
Now, I won’t see our Emily go short,
and I’ll give a bit to John and Jilly.
I’d better return Danny’s Lawnmower,
and give that borrowed Twenty back to Billy.
I could retire and take it easy,
No more working long shifts over-night,
Slaving for that Miserly McGregor,
He’s loaded but so flaming tight.
In truth, I’d leave without notice,
And tell him just where to stick it.
My wife say’s stop daydreaming Jim
You’ve never even bought a ticket.
I'd like to be sitting in a café in France
Eating strawberries and cream with you
I'd find the biggest and reddest and juiciest ones
And feed them to you off my spoon
After we'd stroll down the avenues and rues
The afternoon lazing away
We'd window shop arm in arm picturing you
In the finest of clothes on display
A flower I'd pick for your beautiful hair
To highlight it's shimmering hues
Have I ever told you how lovely you are?
I think perhaps I may have given some cues
Then when the afternoon cedes to the night
We'd dress up and go out on the town
Aglow with the aura from Paris's light
The flower becomes now your crown
If it's not one thing it's another
An unending series of disasters
First a flood in the basement then
Our ceiling starts dropping plaster
Sure'd be nice to go through a day
Just lazing around in the sun
Dreamin' bout ice cream sundaes
Instead of things coming undone
Is there ever a single moment
When things go totally smooth
When hassles are nonexistent
And good vibes literally ooze
Much better than the alternative
I really do have to admit
Kinda stuffy in an old pine box
With a “good until” limit
Think I'm just gonna be thankful
For all the good things each day
Instead of forever complaining
It's a whole lot better that way
© Jack Ellison 2014
A ripened plum, still warmed to touch
and taste of summer sun.
Half ripe tomatoes, breathed with greenhouse opened door
before the senses gather more when picked,
firm at first, then squelched between the lips
shooting sideways, some dribbled pips.
Cherries, on their wishbone stalks,
give stolen pleasure sweet and brief,
just in reach on shady summer walks where overhanging branch
holds ruby treasures for the cherry thief.
Skylark, a solitary speck in cloudless sky
seen when lying in the meadow flowers,
so high, so hard to see with naked eye,
yet clear to ear while lazing passing hours,
and with closing eyes, as if nearby.
Summer breeze, teasing face with whisps of hair.
Bare arms, bare legs tickled in the waving grass,
seduced by soft caress,
summer's touch of gentle stroking air.
Muscles loose and eyelids rest.
Breath breathes in and breath breathes out,
and, with every parting breath, leaves last remaining care.
Lured by the dulcet song of a lark perched
On the low-hanging limb of a blossoming tree, around which
Violets had sprung in wild beauty among the verdancy as if
Embroidering the lush long meadow grasses, I
Lingered, while the ballerina breeze lightly danced flowers’ fragrance to me.
Imbued with the luminescence of a
New day’s dawn, the nearby lake was sparkling.
Elysian my whole world seemed, enveloping me in
Splendor, so I stayed, lazing in the sun, listening to the
Susurrus wind and the lark’s sweet serenade.
Written Feb. 17, 2016