O gossamer, thy needles.
They shine like suns at play.
Bands of fate in full? She pulls!
Faster grow, O hay!
Erosion, art thou harbinger?
Kingdom gone? Returned?
Battlefield, thy prey! O cur!
How my heart has burned!
Tremendous time, thy measure.
Each minute to work out.
Poisoner, thy pleasure!
Dismay, decay, doubt!
Fine flickering in free fall?
Plight of a far-flung hope?
Funeral, thy darkest pall!
Invincible rope!
Creek trickling down the cliff?
Cold the water gets.
Faster, peasant! Pole that skiff!
He who shirks regrets!
Thistle in an empty field?
Spartan on the shield.
Wound in side that never healed.
Heart-blood a-congealed.
O xylophone, thy plaintive note.
Balloons love to float.
O ye travelers, pack thy tote!
Red the riddle rote...
And they came home battered, bruised,some we had to carry, unlike other armies ,we don’t shoot our wounded
We give them fresh water, tend their wounds,, sustenance to mend their soul and nourishment for what ails.
They come back from the front lines at all hours and always with love their bound
Stroud where their love is abounded
To cheers and salutations and our greeters summoned great support
Some of our wounded suffered Covid and death ,the pyres stacked high with wood and carried
Meetings ten ante meridiem and ten post meridiem , everyday of the year
Bloody and ragged, torn and hungry
Stroud where we are proud to serve,
God isn’t afraid to walk freely and His grace loves His steep streets
Mums never hide and Me Dad never shirks a duty nor a pint ,My sister is
quite the sassy one though
Each girl came for looks
Each girl took some work
Each girl never meant much
Each girl left for shirks
Wonder what each would want
Wonder what each one got
Looking for looks to date
Caring which looks were not
Today Joe Biden spelled it out crystal-clear
that he's 'leading' solely from the rear
Our sanctions, he stressed, were never meant to deter
Given that, why on earth should Russia ever fear
A country whose president shirks helping democratic Ukraine
with its two biggest needs: a no-fly zone and up-to-date planes
Mr. Biden just sent Zelinskyy 300 fighter planes built in the '80's
and he's bragging as if he did something quite weighty...
As a matter of fact, not only is Biden leading from the rear
He's betrayed the ideals free people everywhere hold dear
~ I pray fervently that an end to JB's presidency be near
The crab on the salty sandy sod,
Making his way to the cold sea,
This odd crustacean decapod,
Crabbiest thing in the briny deep.
Yet, there is a swagger about him,
That’s the envy of all others,
Doesn’t value being proper or prim,
Nor have need to regale another.
Confident he will make the water,
He has done it a thousand times,
Nothing in his way that bothers,
Only nine empty diet drink cans.
Yikes, there approaches a dark shadow,
Must abruptly move all those legs,
This could be something of matter,
The shadow is carrying a keg.
It’s a mad dash to the ocean blue,
To escape what could be trouble,
This could be day a crab might rue,
Time for the ten-legged crab shuffle.
The crab makes it to the briny deep,
Shirks a crustacean tragedy,
Wasn’t the time to slumber or sleep,
Or shadow claims his anatomy.
You have a shelf full of bling.
But never won a thing.
Your coaches claimed you tried,
But in your heart, you know they lied.
Educators spoke of hard work,
But awarded indolent shirks.
They preached about school pride,
But in your mind, you know they lied.
You shuffled off to college.
Seeking higher knowledge.
America, they did deride,
But in your sole, you know they lied.
Now you toke a lot of smoke,
Try to laugh and joke.
But mostly you just hide,
From a world you know has lied.
Sweet Grace married a guy from old Amory
He worked for the government gendarmerie
She was a postal clerk,
He was a total jerk
And they soon lived in Amory's armory.
written July 18, 2021
Sweet grace who's job title is postal clerk
Got married to a man she met at work
Although he's a jerk
She has made it work
At home she's boss, lord help him if he shirks./
added by Belle Bellevue
Slotted abruptly into a concept
Bold intimation begs he correspond
Gypsy psyche brown moth becomes windswept
Attempt to bracket him or wander on
Waiting with pattern disrupted, fear tinged
On crops offering fluffy promises
Closing chapter rips lustre from bronze wings
Field generosity astonishes
Cotton airborne released from spindly twigs
Soul exfoliated floats borderless
White flight blank wanting absorbs all of his
Virgin shirks burden of choice, subordinate
Soft vessel travels to land's bitter edge
In salt soak Pacific, brief life extends
9th May 2021
Written for Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I see a Santa Fe upon its rail;
It deviates not to the left nor right,
Nor hills, nor miles, nor weather can prevail
Upon its constant task come day or night.
I see a Christian running the long race
Who never shirks the hard work to be done,
In spite of tribulations she must face,
Blesséd is she to glorify God’s Son.
I see a faithful mother, wife, and daughter
Who brings to mind these Scriptures I now read:
“Go in my name and give cold cups of water,
Extending to the needy a kind deed.”
For one whose deeds upon good deeds get blurred
I think that ‘saint’ is not too high a word.
[In the U.S, 'Santa Fe' is a well-known railway. The words translate to 'holy faith']
Written in 2016
So much help day one day two
Impressed us all this man named Shoe
Three and four was there at the bell
Helping out and rather well.
Where is Shoe? I asked week two.
Laughter came from one, now two.
Let me guess, one did shout.
On week one he came right out.
You will never see that again.
He shirks his duty like a second skin.
He will probably forever now be in.
Tries to impress first week, my kin.
Well yes he had impressed me.
Lots of help he’d kindly be.
I guess this is only on week one.
Other weeks he hid when work was to be done.
So much help day one day two
Impressed me for sure this man named Shoe
The others had his waterloo
For they had worked longer with Mr. Shoe
MISS JULY
Vitamin-D shot —
Temperate, she’s not!
She’s cool and she’s hot.
Miss July, her gold complexion shirks shade.
Possession of yacht —
Lease was a long shot.
Time reflects in knots —
The noctilucent cloud waves, sunlight sprayed.
Buds eternal thought:
Untrimmed moon garden sought.
At zenith, Vega spots
Delphinus the dolphin — East heaven played.
8/2/2019
A Summer's Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
COPLA TREINTA Y SIETE: This Bad Guy World
When wrongdoing piles up on top
Bad Guys strut and yell out like hell:
Whose fault’s within
Withdrawal sloth makes the worst cop
Nature shirks to balance rights well:
Yang lets Yin win
Either abandon all to Dao
Or seize the seasons by the lock:
Life comes alive
Winter solstice arms the Yang’s bow
Zhen’s lightning thunder bolts spring shock:
Let Yang Guys thrive
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014
(My thoughts about doing the project without getting the credit)
Without grandiosely postulating
I will offer my opinion.
I don't know whom you're quoting,
I presume he's not a minion.
For he's not the one, I'm thinking
who is doing all the work
just for the love of working
while the credit seeker shirks.
Do the work because you're proud of
doing such a peerless job.
The irony in those cunning words
would make a lawyer sob.
The Lords and Earls took all the gain
while the serfs and vassals strove.
They were thrown a larger slice of bread
and told they worked for love.
Slave labor built the pyramids
and so many things since then.
All of the credit for their work
was assigned to lesser men.
The sneaks have used that line before
up past the time of rockets.
They gladly take the backslaps while
they're filling up their pocets.
It's time we had a turn around
and recongize the shirks.
Any credit that is given
should go to the man who works.
6th place
He who resents
and blames the past for shaping him
has not yet assumed fair control
of his own destiny;
he who shirks burdens
of responsibility for his own acts
has not yet passed the true test
of real maturity;
he who accepts
that he's a hapless victim of circumstance
is indeed what he accepts
himself to be!
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