Short Sluggish Poems
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Sunset
Liquid gold...molten in the water's sluggish hues
of blazing embers.
1.7.2017©deborah burch
Form: Monoku
Someone spotted sixty-seven silvery slimy slippery sluggish snails somehow silently swimming slightly side-ways successfully- Shenanigans
Fudge
Sweet chocolate
making, smelling, tasting
Energy, crazy, sluggish, heavy
Seasoning, frying, baking
Hamburgers chili
Ground beef
Birds are flappy, fish are flippy.
Lively creatures, they are both.
Hares are hoppy and they're zippy.
What gives with the sluggish sloth?
One red bell pepper
In the flower pot, leaves gone
Holes bored in the fruit
No smoking gun by
Juice in a jar lid will drown
Many frustrations
Tired I’m sleepy
I’m the epitome of
Complete famishment
I want to sleep and to eat
Like a sluggish starving man
Russell Sivey
Two garden snails met by the way,
and one of them had this to say;
“Last night I did manage,
to eat half a cabbage,
now I feel a mite ‘sluggish’ today”.
sluggish
slovenly
sloth-like
Procrastinating, napping,
Full of fried fast foods
Forgetting what optimism feels like
Age has sneaked up and overtaken her
Stifling heat
broods on the land,
smothers any impulse
to stir.
Sluggish afternoon hours
drip,
stick
to the skin,
steeping us
in lethargy.
7/12/2017
Hey Jeff, that's your fourth cup of Joe!
I can't help it. I feel sluggish and slow.
I've had four up at top,
But not even one drop
Has arrived at my stomach below.
teenager in training
wanting his own way
exceedingly dramatic
lazy and sluggish during the day
vibrant at night, playing video games
excited about peers and friends
listless
sluggish, jaded
lagging, snoozing, uncaring
exhaustion, sickness, fervor, zeal
observing, regarding, indulging
vigilant, studious
attentive
Lo!
Years
back
I
gelded
my
head
And
ergo
it
knew
no
honeydew;
Today
its
sinews're
not
sluggish
And
it's
no
time
the
cud
to
chew!
an overcast Kansas day
the kind that gives you a sunburn
without any sun
the clouds are dark grayish blue
thick sluggish unmoving
I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael
Tuesday mornins are so crazy...
get up just to be sluggish and lazy..
you find yourself in the bathroom tryin to get ready..
while the rest of your family are holdin your teddy...
Mine is a wild spring step,
shoe heels dash leaf strewn path,
wrinkled drivers sour mien,
from rueful rush hour toll,
as sluggish cars inch by,
my drained feet moult traction
Sluggish and settled
or softened with age
Low speed and laid back
a lagging old sage
Overdue and overwhelmed
out of order and old
Wound down and weary
but her heart is pure gold
In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
lazy time passes him by, he forgets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
pessimistic
stagnation
arose from
within
moved onward
in a sluggish
fashion
vibe was dull
at best
failure to
advance
together
failure to
progress as
a unit
stopped
ceased
all encounters
October can assuage the gloom
when asters, mums, and pansies bloom,
lift spirits with a harvest fest
or day of thanks, for we are blessed,
or move a poet’s sluggish muse
with nature’s unique autumn views.
In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets,
stops the lazy time, for clock’s hands he sets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets.
FOREIGN COFFEE
sluggish pulse
room ahiss
percolating
this fetid heart
foreign coffee
funnel brown muck
muck funnel smut
searching for words
plopping like mud
© Kim van Breda—8 January 2016
In summer, listless feel of sloth he gets,
stops the sluggish time, the clock hands he sets.
In hot kitchen he doesn’t go,
keeps whipped eggs on portico.
He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelettes.
Seven sellers selling scissors
sold six feet apart
Selling scissors some would say
kept them running smart
When seven shoppers started strolling
stopping for the start
And sighing suckered seeming sick
sluggish from the heart
Nutty smells of processed beans
To bedchamber from cuisine
Awaken the sluggish veins
Enjoying the robust steams
With dawn's blush of healing beams
Start not your fresh day with loath
Relish the sips with its froth
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