Short Slacking Poems
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Eyes locked on grim clouds
As if staring them down helps
Prepare for what's next...
Stop slacking and start building
A strong shelter from the storm
Here lie the remains of a minister
To the ladies he did administer
His charms never lacking,
He was seldom slacking
But his motives seemed somehow sinister.
Written November 18, 2022
take my thoughts to the cushion
and let the stillness drit me away.
take my thoughts to the cushion,
and let stillness drift me away.
I've been slacking on the time,
to let my mind and soul unwind.
Need to let stillness drift
all my cares away.
God doesn’t Make Junk
By: Miracle Man
9-8-2019
Never neglect,
giving God full measure.
Slacking will surely,
bring HIM displeasure
Don’t be found shirking,
for HE knows your heart.
God never makes junk,
But HE does deal in art.
Believing and Receiving or Faking and Taking:
Working and Doing or Slacking and Talking:
Raising and Praising or Downing and Cursing
Praying and Relating or Mocking and Dividing:
Living and Giving or Dying and Stealing:
Seeking and Finding or Whining and Crying:
THE INVALID
Speak to me of winter,
Of icy winds that keen and cry,
And shake the ivy strung by the lake
And push the clotted clouds along the sky.
To all a season,
And ever a season must end–
Life is born in a cry
And dies in a slacking of the wind.
Respect is fading way too fast
Is it buried in the past
No one knowing how to be
Sweet, kind, nice and neighborly
Please and thank you's used no more
Can we open up the door
Letting care come back once more
Hand in hand we will unite
Hatred isn't fair or right
Here I kneel welder in hand
Fumes blown by the fan.
Hot slag cooling down
Sweat dripping on the ground.
Back aching,knees are cracking
Boss yelling don't be slacking.
Floor plates to weld,steel to pin
Put your used butts in the bin.
Bolts to tighten,don't be frighten
Harness off so you don't fall off.
Table of Kings
Like minds like things
A combination of everything
Empowering uplifting
Conversations elevating
Powerful Minds together
No separating
Moving forward
No back-tracking
No time for hating or lazy-man slacking
Table of Kings Table of Kings
Future ahead but the presence
Of greatness is in the making
APATHETICALLY I APPROACH THIS TASK
ACADEMIC FERVOR RUNNING THIN
“FOR IS IT NOT TIME TO SLEEP?” I ASK-
FAVORING FINALE, I HOLD UP MY CHIN.
HONESTLY, BETTER COULD BE DONE.
HONESTY IT IS NOT THAT I AM LACKING;
COMPOSITION BECOMES LITTLE FUN,
DILIGENCE LOST, I AM SLACKING!
Removal van's at the White House
Milania's in a right grouse
Cos Trump lost his job
(She called him a knob)
‘The Donald's’ gone quiet as a mouse
Milania won't have him slacking
and Donald must do his own packing
For the 'Impeach' faced guy
Can's of orange skin dye
Trump's tower of boxes is stacking
01/16/21
staring into your eyes but 10 seconds seemed bit harder
hot flush from your stare and I felt my cheeks grew warmer
your face slacking happiness and heart covered in dark gray
i wanted to whisper you ‘my love’ and tell you i’m here for you
putting your faith in me, you uttered your agonizing account
if i tell you ‘I love you’, would you let me share your pain?
Oh my goddess, she is modest; in the lessons she has served.
She makes me wonder, but not uncover; for my thoughts I feel reserved.
And each situation, I sense vibrations; their mood: be love be hate.
But why the barrel; no void but sterile, I can't opinionate.
And for the lacking; the voice is slacking, the words I cannot spell.
So here I sit, without a quip, but always wish you well.
Kick back,
School in full swing,
Full tilt,
Tilting off the chair,
Dye on my fingers, in my hair,
The color love, the color lust,
The color spirit, purple,
The color Obedients turn in the fall,
Lie in the swivel chair,
A computer screen in glow,
Call me a violet,
Growing in metal and cement,
Slacking off,
Looking for Ambition
I’ll start on that tomorrow…
When the sun rises and I turn red.
Dark, heavy, layered dreary clouds
Bisk winds whip trees and grass
Cars still here and there seeking
What each home hasn't amassed
Will each home be filled with much love
Or will love, warmth be lacking
No one knows but those there living
Children know the slacking
Dark clouds roll in from the southeast
Filled with ocean's moisture
Will they drip their cold water load
Like tears of lost lover
You had things wrecked with your Nope
And I could no longer cope:
I, who had the cleanest hope
Of conquering Rugged Slope,
Soon slacking for what I lacked
That your could give but out backed;
Showing how words strong zeal crack
And down the sound idea hack...
My defeat was your "Loud Nope",
Running a school fought with rope:
Twenty years ago you did
And a Praised Talent was hid;
Presently A Mad Idea
Poetry I face Top Gear
The more you do a thing, you’ll find,
The better that it gets.
By slacking off, it’s obvious
That you will have regrets.
Developing a skill or else
Rehearsing for a show,
It’s repetition that you need
To blossom and to grow.
Commitment and determination
Are the surefire keys
To open up potential,
Though to varying degrees.
For only those who give their all
Will bask in their success,
While slackers’ outcomes will belie
The efforts they profess.
I too have been a victim
Of broken promises
Extended lies
At war with the world around me
At war with myself
Seeking out answers
And sabotaging my health
Went from zero to twenty
Covering my face with deceit
With happiness
One void became plenty
Drinking passion when my heart was feeling empty
Collapsing
Crying
In Doubt
Dying. Slacking.
Cracking my heart to see
Oceans burst out
Watching them fade
Drying little streams
Loving the wrong things
And unloving me