Short Laboriously Poems

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Premium Member I J K L M

Indicating indigo improvements
Juggling juicy jiggling Jello
Kibitzing kits and cats
Laboriously languishing lightly
Making marvelous maneuvers in word play
Form: ABC


Premium Member November Flows Into Her Redness

scarlet cardinal laboriously tightens nest
leaf colors dazzle
November smiles at diverse colors
Flows into her redness as naturally
As December sprinkles white

Premium Member Sorrow of Life

Have courage for the great sorrow of life
Patience for the small ones
You laboriously accomplished daily task
Go to sleep in peace Eternal God is awake

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Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Lovely Lithe Lively Lemurs

lovely lithe lively lemurs
languishing lovingly lengthwise
laboriously lightening our loads
laughing in lemur-like linguistics

lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs
letting loose leeches live
living lemur-like lightness
lollygagging in lemur-like ways

Above and Below


In The  Formless Womb of Mind
Thoughts  Are Conceived
Admitted by Water
Nourished and Fed
Contraction to Accommodate Expansion
Laboriously Giving Birth to Recycled New Born Ideas
or Dormant Dreams on Wings
Received by Water
Innocence Groomed With Love and Care
Above and Below.


Premium Member What Lurks Within

Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's 
the cultural attache' 
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member 10 Hours a Day, 6 Days a Week

Ten hours per day, six days per week
are the hours I'm working at the WTC.
Tons of steel everyday I laboriously carry,
which will be used to reinforce the building's concrete.
By the end of the day I am quite fatigued.
That's why I haven't been on line too much recently.
It feels like I only have time to work, eat and sleep.
Just getting this posted took a lot out of me.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Goodbye

You cannot see what I hold in my heart
Your hate and your fear drive us apart.

My loving pleading eyes beckon you to see.
In outbursts of pain, you beg to let you be.

My time is laboriously short as life in me dies.
I reluctantly turn my head away from you and cry.

You turn to me to hold me close, and you ask why.
With one final heart-wrenching hug we said goodbye
Form: Rhyme

An Agent's Rising.....

Woe be me this longing wait,
endure as must this human fate
trials to tempt infatuate
spiritual light in solid state....

Physical being laboriously toils
torn are we our souls to soil
amongst such blood in anger boil
why are we cast to such turmoil......

Hidden mysteries deep within
an agent,yeast,awaits to begin
a germ responds to inner hymn
as returning preparation's blend.....

Climb the Mountain

I climb the mountain
To fulfil  my joy.
I climb the mountain,
Its steepy and rocky.
Laboriously I climb,
With hand by hand.,
On that movement , I come often like grave
But I climbed the mountain.
I see the people from the mountain,
They are small and with their mansion dwellings.
I leave the thoughts 
To blew in air.
And  I proud about myself…

                                                          -U.S.AURROBINDHAN
Form:

Dismantled Creation

DISMANTLED CREATION

For life is not as easy as thou thinkst,
Going through all this protocol wasn't easy
For I racked my brain laboriously.

Is my effort avain?
And the best is yet out of me
Never give up they say
But it still don't yield positive.

Dismantle is at work!
For rustication is possible
Blame me not for thy perish
For thy don't seem successful.

© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016

Cycling Nature Dreams -Hs

jinxed souls i combat each night laboriously~ snorting loud on bed cognizant i lay browsing mounds of ceaseless tasks~ drifting in my brain fire flies breed in cheer enclosing frame serenely~ rouses my spirit i soar in night air enthralling glimpses of stars~ steering halts at dawn cycles thirsty dreamy thoughts~ as i sail on boat with snorts
10 June 2023
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member Exquisite Work of Art

A work of art 
laboriously created
exquisitely spun
silken magic, 
dainty looking

do not let this fool you
she is strong enough to survive
most rain storms, 
and study enough to capture prey

her maker sits close by
as to not scare lunch
beads of water from last night
help her shimmer and dazzle

the tiny bugs are intrigued
mesmerized, they begin to climb
toward their final destination.
mother spider arrives in time to 
wrap them carefully
lunch and supper

Premium Member Discovering Myself Through Seasons

I searched laboriously for you in the cold winter rains,
shivering from the shallowness.
I chased you on the hot, sultry days of summer,
feeling your presence hovering over me like a winged angel
with a message from God.

I felt you change me during the reflective, transitional days of fall,
with a promise of better times and abundant colors and joy.
I found you, though, quite unexpectedly in spring blossoms. 
In my newness of life, for the first time, I felt whole.
© Bill Baker  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Last Tomorrow

All his tomorrows rattled by
rumbling along the predestined track
an endless freight train passing
as he sat in traffic at life’s crossing

Lulled into pseudo sleep by the monotony
of the swaying flashes of daylight
he had stopped counting the passing cars
sat in his loneliness, longing for the caboose

That fantasy of life’s last tomorrow
laboriously lumbering into view
blindly following all his yesterdays
disappearing in the hazy heat of passing


John G. Lawless
©11/7/2018

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