Long Sloths Poems
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On Mother's Day.
That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray.
I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all.
During that spiritual and very significant time of the morning, I gave our powerful Heavenly Father a call.
So much of the misery of life is in me and I have the weight of my daughter's physical and mental health tormenting my mind.
On that golden day, I was filled with the confidence that God will put someone in our path at the right time.
God is the lamp in my darkness.
God is my consoler during my torment and the booster of calmness.
Previously we were in a meltdown dealing with many healthcare providers with high costs and impassive procedures.
They were unimpressive, obtuse, and unrefined sloths to work at their own leisure.
It was in God's measurement of existence and his most magnificent grace that he sent a radiant helianthus.
It was a transcendental rush.
She entered our home with a wide smile and a sanguine temperament.
She had a stalwart faith in getting things started right away with plans and proficient decisions that she wanted to implement.
Her objective was to provide my daughter with the best comprehensive and viable care plan.
She restored our faith and we became a fan.
She was full of wisdom, yet she was a proponent of sensibility.
She was polished by the grace of God with compassion and empathy.
Like the nature of a helianthus, she would never fold because God is her sun and shield.
In her mien, it is greatly revealed.
When her task is done and it is time for her to say goodbye.
We will miss her, but we will give her a brave smile and sigh.
I will thank our Heavenly Father as I looked to the sky.
If someone would ask, how was she as a provider, we are truly in need, so please tell us.
I will simply say, she is not a weed, but a blessed and beautiful helianthus.
Sloths, the slowest creature
slowest mind
slowest feature
as you sit upon that bleacher
waiting for a simple teacher
you feel something is missing
yet nothing is missing
you want something to be missing
to find something fitting
this is like a record
always repeating
life is slowly leaving
hearts barely beating
the flock is slowly fleating
im barely sleeping
how can you say something is there
wheh nothing is really there
you say when you look back something is there
yet when i turn around nothing seems to be there
your heart is empty
because you left it
on the stairs
back at home
its all alone
the heart is bleeding
because the bullet thats fully stuck
inside this heart that is stuck
in the little crack thats pulling it back
its funny
how the world turns sunny
when the heart has a frown
cause someone stole its voice and its smile
now this heart is all alone
cause no one will hold
this heart that is crying
simple becuase it is dieing
its all alone
inside its home
where it was left
simply because it broke
that simple heart
is yet to be discovered
as it hides under the covers
with its new found lover
yet now its lover leaves from under the covers
leaving this heartbroken lover
if you can see this simple heart
then you are a magician
cause it was broken from the very start
you gont know what this heart has been through
you dont have a single clue
you all just hide from the truth
yet wonder who this heart belongs to
the girl the gave up on it
simple because she couldnt deal it
it broke her from the very start
so she gave it away so she wouldnt feel it
but now she has no one to hold
because of this shes really bold
to get attention just to feel whole
her heart was her everthing
it made her who she was
yet now shes different
and we all know the cause
Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be.
Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous, each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists.
Recently...in times of growth, our interests may differ. But do interests really matter?
Groups can be fun, yet the smallest things may pull you away.
An impala ram, you are cast out for being a misfit.
If you stay alone, you may feel vain or lonely; though not a weakness.
Some escape into games, movies...accrual of interest.
Yet an innocent soul, this is but a general mystery.
Amid all the haste and noise, you find comfort in solitude,
Sailing the seas of imaginations, where sirens and stars guide the way.
Explore your interests. Your silence and honesty are not invitations to be exploited.
Buffaloes move in herds, lions in prides, yet lonely sloths and solitary bears still thrive.
Stay true to yourself as long as you don’t lose your way.
Your skin fits best, why wear a borrowed cloak?
A lion will always find prey, no matter the economy of the jungle, it never eats grass.
Be yourself.
Truly, birds of the same feather flock together. We are what we can’t let go of and what can’t let go of us.
Why do zebras and ostriches graze together, yet lions and leopards rarely hunt side by side?
Respect others' kingdoms.
Gazelles fear their predators, yet they still go out to feed. Don’t be afraid to live.
For coming-of-age, life is tough, but its fuel is how you choose to live it.
It Came From the Depths of Space
By Elton Camp
It was created at the time of the Solar System’s birth
And traveled millions of miles before it reached Earth
When it reached the atmosphere, it had no way to slow
So crashing into our planet was the only way it could go
About 300,000 pounds was the visitor’s impressive mass
Through the air at 26,000 miles per hour it did pass
It wasn’t composed of material that was flimsy or fickle
But was made mostly out of the elements iron and nickel
This took place fifty thousand years into the Earth’s past
And was shown by a fireball and a most tremendous blast
If onto one of the oceans the visitor had happened to fall,
There would have been scant evidence it had made a call
But what is now Arizona is the place it proceeded to strike
Cooler and wetter, it wasn’t what the present desert is like
Forest trees and vegetation it leveled for many miles around
Mammoths, mastodons and sloths it knocked to the ground
It was by the force of the impact, the meteorite was melted
With tiny fragments of iron the surroundings were pelted
Millions of tons of limestone and sandstone it blasted away
And there we see an enormous crater even to this very day
The huge depression is ¾ of a mile wide and 750 feet deep
With walls of remaining stone so impressive and so steep
Why should something like that still interest us here today?
Because it could happen another time in just that same way
It's the first week with my new pet/roommate
I've met him once before and he seemed like someone I can live with
I will say though, he does need to control himself sometimes
Last night he climbed into bed with me
Not only did he climb in bed with me,
but he also slept on the only pillow as well
I let him pet me because it helps him fall asleep
I just wish he would close the door when he goes to the bathroom
That smell, dang- it's enough to make my tail stand up
But hey, all-in-all he's a great pet
He feeds me in the morning, afternoon, and night!
When we go for walks...
I get to poop on that nasty neighbor's lawn- "Sweet"
I love my new pet!
I call him- "Ruff, ruff, ruff Ruff, ruff Ruff"
Don't ask me what he calls me,
Because he speaks in some kind of gibberish
I wonder if he knows what I'm saying
Okay sorry, here he comes,
time to act stupid again-
"Ruff, ruff, ruff ... Ruff, ruff ... ruff"
Now to lick him, and get me one of those awful tasting treats
that were probably made from the buttholes and insides
of some kind of wild Siamese two-tongued, five-toed sloths
Whose mom was a cross between a one-eyed cow and a cross-eyed cyclops
Well, enough barking for tonight
I hope my pet can shut off that darn television before he goes to bed
And- "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW"
I love my new pet
I do my best to train him
It's a little ruff
THE WAITING GAME
I'm playing the waiting game,
not futilely nor waiting in vain.
My delivery, my parcel my expectation;
forces me to ambulation.
I want it now,
my elixir my kisser;
sit and lull for the lister;
who swore to me a delivery vow.
For what do I wait,
as the hours grow late?
And why won't it come now!
Anticipation sloths, it insists I allow,
as time cannot expedite it's rate,
Heavens! give it to me now!
When the bloody hell will it be,
is some great force slowing delivery?
I must have it.
I cannot wait one bit.
Wait! I make no demand; we did agree.
My tactic is only made idly,
and can wait out eternity.
Ooohhhhh when I have it in hand!
Patience called into my spirit land.
I am closer, I count clock's tick's;
Calm. Tools down.
For it will come around,
as it was assured by honor bound.
Can you relate to this, my expound?
Then I can be more comfortably sound.
The duration of stagnation calls for liberation
with such I am spared ruination
I've gone through elation and vexation and frustration,
Yet yes, I will have my placation.
This trial and tribulation is vocation of sedation and stagnation.
An empty marathon that knows not capitulation.
I will have my unification.
My determination matches my frustration across the duration.
In the end I sidestep ruination and have my elation.
Without Reason and Without Cause
Doodle around and then relax;
then doodle some more and pass.
And hope tomorrow won’t hide the sun,
though your course already has run.
Cease this whimsical nonsense
—liberate and act, not the fool,
but prove your genius,
and defy character of rule.
I withheld truth and capitulated;
without reason and without cause.
And abetted false narrative,
and now life is questionable?
Like a tree frozen in winter,
yielding fruit rotten on the branch;
In punishment, my mind crawls
through slums where I tell everyone,
“Chump change. I was never important.
Let them pirouette in my face.
Hasta la vista! (Until we meet again!)”
Investigators cordon off the area
speaking in broken English,
“The facts speak for themselves.”
Sloths, like their animal predecessors,
welcome closure after the occurrence.
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Notes:
Reasonable suspicion is more or less a hunch or guess without substantial evidence that a crime has the appearance of having been committed and justifies further investigation.
Probable cause is the logical conclusion after observation or investigation, supported by facts and circumstances, that a crime has been, is being, or will be committed.
The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth
Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass.
Outside cars distorted,
People amble in sodden abandonment,
Shuffling along with the meanderings of their misshapen dogs
dragging their owners, who
clutch white-plastic bags filled with their
tick-tocking seconds off their tick-tock lives.
A mushroom cloud of moon splashes the sky white,
As they galumph slowly by,
These sloths in inches of time,
Their microseconds stretching to breaking.
Inundated by an invasion of seconds,
Gestating in a mitosis of time
Set to implode—
Or explode in a parade of Krakatoa rains—
A burst breaks the sky in half
Remnants of rain drip off bent grasses.
Along the slippery, bubble-blown glass
Smudged to icy, crystalline imprecision,
Thoughts melt into a frothy latte foam
Consternation of the other on the inside.
Looking out.
Brief quiescence returns, when
The bleating window screams of malformed ideas
Converted into dormant, spent lovers.
The quislings wither,
Mesmerized by the swinging bags of ,
Overflowing in a Mauna Loa of lava laved
And the inside begins to die in the fog.
A moment so precious as they stand and await
Bands that will unite them from their very first date
Coupled to union amidst family and friends
Detours and paths life to their adjoined intend
Everlasting their love as they commit to their vows
For soon two become one as they wantingly wow
Guests adorn gifts as they delightfully praise
Hands on glasses as to the air they do raise
Invitations so polite to the dance floor they go
Joining this couple shouldering their dance slow
Kissing in public now viewed by many eyes
Loving now shared seeing flowergirls cry
Music aplenty as their night flows with notes
Notable family reunions from those so remote
Organised tables introducing family and friends
Pleasing in today's world when happiness sends
Qualities now announced by the parents of she
Requirements to allow he, for they to be thee
Smiles now abound as they thank their guests
Tomorrow's their future for tonight they won't rest
Unlike their yesterday's for their morn they're anew
Voicing they'll be so adhesive in their grew
Wedded this two spread on marital cloth
Xenarthra we won't be, hands faster than sloths
Yes we all thank you here on our special day
Zapping your energy, bow our heads, let us pray
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