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No photographic memory
No genious qualification
Just too much information
He started off with little
But it grew and grew and grew
A little bit more
With every step
At every single station
Rattling around inside his head
A clever brewing force
To a quick un paid vacation
I don't think he had the patience
Bouncing words between his ears
Like the knowledge of a nation
I guess he simply knew too much
He thought of simply
Giving into his final destination
But knowing all he knew, he knew
It lead to his damnation
Whick lead to many troubled years of
extreme procrastination
So to free his mind a moments time
There was constant masterbation
But it only left him wanting more
What absurd exasserbation
So he was left with just suggestions
To answers with no questions
So much pent up frustration
What a sticky situation
Rise and Shine
By Franklin Price
4/15/2016
Rise and shine the tax man's coming
The end day has arrived
You best be done or he'll have fun
With penalties derived
He'll arrive in armored car
Much like Santa in his sleigh
But he's not bringing presents
He's here to take away
He'll pass you by won't make you cry
If your taxes you have done
If procrastination was your thing
He'll stop 'cause you're the one
The one who who thinks that waiting
Will somehow stop this day
Now you've gone an done it
And the tax man's come to play
Didn't mean to stop the party
This final day will not annoy
If you filed you taxes early
It's another day you can enjoy
How's your dear old ticker ticking
When's the last time you had it checked
If it's been a while then get right to it
Better safe than sorry by heck
Us old guys need to keep on top of it
Procrastination can be a deadly thing
Knew a man who's now six feet under
Thought life was just one happy fling
We're all here for just a short while
So be happy and smile as you proceed
Make sure you live your life to the fullest
As the years fly by at full speed
How's your dear old ticker ticking
Don't dare say 'I'm feeling pretty well'
You may be feeling fine one day
Then wham... it's the final bell!
Through wanderings of dreams that simmer beneath closed eyelids,
A man chose to remain silent, waiting in vain for vibrant moments.
Wrapped in the warm cocoon of faded security,
He saw life turning down a different street, laying out its crimson carpet of fear.
Chained in the comfort of complacency, he watches time come and go,
With a deafened heart, imprisoned in his cage of stifled aromas.
He did not bring his heart to the realm of embracing courage,
And life, a silent messenger, passed him by with dubious promises of unbridled potential.
The garment of freedom was offered to him, but he left it in the pouch of uncertainty,
Afraid to soil his feet in uncharted, boundless waters,
For his pillows were stitched with threads of tranquil judgments,
And he chose to live his days as a second shadow, in unordered fields.
What is life, if not a courageous waltz among the stars,
From where you can witness the dance of asteroids without touching them in the distance?
He remained on the edge of the forest, where pale light seeps through the bars,
Filled with sorrow that tomorrow does not come to rescue him from the webs of steel, from the shore of procrastination.
He lived at the crossroads of the unspeakable, watching the world's carousel in haste,
Silenced by the echo of footsteps that refuse to step into the unknown,
In his restless heart, he gathered excuses like ships that refuse to escape,
And the vastness of life became a mirror he dared not let his dreams wander, shattered.
Oh, that pitiable man, weaving his days from faded expectations,
With a blind soul and broken hands, pawning in the courtyard of priceless security,
What did he do but wait for the second wellspring of goodness that forever remains silent,
Life passing him by, like a phantom ship on seas of eternal, insatiable solitude.
Beloved New Day Dawn
The sun has risen the night has flown. All but yet we acknowledge are in action are sometimes in a state of being
Stagnated I myself lack of growth was receding and development lingering procrastination of my goals. Flowing slownessly aimlessly stuck. In of not doing anything. Now He's my Father everything changed my mindset. To make things happen instead of waiting and non-reacting. All while awaiting the nudging of the higher call. I must proceed Within Me I stick I stuck myself allowing God to get me moving. I said I stand I walk now I'm walking in a new mindset I'm active and my development. Yet out of inactiveness now I'm moving toward my inside out if I am not careful I can become stagnant Spiritually but I'm delivered not to be alert in what God is doing around me. Uncertainty avoidance fear of making mistakes indecisiveness I draw on His love His power within the strong tower. I am actively not being inactive I'm walking, walking in Him further now
I must...
~Do not conform to the patterns of this world, to be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is His good pleasing and perfect will
~He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ
~The way of the lazy man is like a hedge of thorns, but the way of the upright is a Highway
Before the future even now tween heaven while now here on terrane earth. I want to be on His Holy Highway traveling on
the Bible the gospel, Leads us to Jesus
I'm walking unto Him
Jesus paid the price for me, now I am free
HALLELUJAH! AMEN!
11/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Referencing
Romans 12:2
Philippians 1:6
Proverbs 15:19
The vision will persist
It is something you cannot afford to resist!
It is Never Too Late to Be What You Were Born to Be!
You are a creature of purpose
Therefore, empower yourself with what is already yours!
Passion and the power of your vision
Can be displayed in your life
All you need is that one decision and
You can enhance the precision in your life.
Procrastination might be wrong
In this century now is the time to live strong
Accumulate the thoughts you have left behind
Because the theft of your potential remains in the future.
Do not let the cemetery rob you of your potential
Fulfilment of your purpose is essential to your life so
This matter of persistence is certainly not inconsequential.
Believe in the steps of time or else
The crime of procrastination will follow and
You will live a shallow life
The theft of your potential remains in the future
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
It is never too late to be what you were born to be!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary
Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag
vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one grade to the next
how comprehension did lag
attributed to allocating, dag
gone nabbit budgeting, crafting... productive
time usage, plus an affirmative nod,
whereby yours truly did lallygag
evincing object lesson procrastination
study habits shucked off cuz mum did nag
obfuscation regarding illegible note taking
I moost definitely haint gonna brag.
Deplorable curriculum vitae
not hearty and hale
equals pathetic academic performance
now displeases me,
yours truly did wanna fail
no matter parents told me, I got smarts
severe psychological dissonance
affected this male
in retrospect,... a tell tale
sign everyday existence
arduous, horrendous, perilous...
lifelong struggle analogous to quail
caught between cross hairs
tis pointless foregone opportunities... assail
self pointless, hence no surprise
metaphor locked within jail.
Report cards highlighted
plethora weaknesses bred
teachers exhausted markers
especially black red
spent small fortune replacing
regarding this jughead,
who practically proved deficiencies
prevailed within his head
arising and undoubtedly stead
dully contributing living
antisocially he approximated
being gratefully dead.
Search for acceptance during harrow
wing during formative years absolute zero
earning michelin equivalent laughing stock,
where mummified pharaoh
each arose out sarcophagus (cue Thriller -
Michael Jackson), a hero
cash equalling cow Jackson 5 era
before disgraced pedofile,
now keeps company with Nero
roman around within underworld
plus disembodied spirit Clarence Darrow,
who scopes, karaokes,
moonwalks... with monkeys.
Sundry dead souls heave pens, gogol,
and trumpet like Donald duck,
their afterlife I envy mingling sui generis
versus yours truly down on his luck
dismal flying colors
analogous to mire and muck
no man iz an island, yours truly isthmus
squeezing thru narrow passing lane,
this bummer doth aimlessly truck
this late bloomer summoning forth
long suppressed pluck.
I am so very bored with virus I must say
The only thing I want is to go out and play
An atheist myself I even learnt about to pray
Minimalist isolation has become my lonely way
I am a haystack with no needle left in disarray
Descartes says doubt and think and then you are
Plato delves into a cave and looks at shadows far
Freud by the couch puffs on his twenty first cigar
Sartre's existence before essence only seems bizarre
When all that's left appears to be to stare at walls
Jerusalem Jericho China Mexico and no shopping malls
The bricks stand firm and my resilience slowly falls
The flying carpet of my fantasy is upside down and out
Rooftops are closed and therefore I cannot even shout
Confinement slices my emotions like a wicked reaper
Even procrastination does not suffice to make my day
Its difficult to notice feathers underneath the viscous tar
Hung and quartered dark moods proceed as evening calls
A hermit's plight's loincloth draped on my body getting stout
Time to reconsider my dream of working as lighthouse keeper
06th April 2020
Minuetta Poems Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE
Catch the sound of green petals
echo the thoughts of my mind
left with a weak feeling
while gently waving your thumb
lack of procrastination
Amadeus Theme
with its complex dynamics
The nightingale was full of happiness
in the sound of the melody wind
The azure sky glitters
got into me with their lyrics
Written: August 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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