A is for gasoline and matches
B is for Las Cruces, Lincoln County and Natchez
C is for zebras wearing stripes
D is for frozen broken pipes
E is girls with long eyelashes
F is lightning when it flashes
G is for toy boats that float in rain
H is an old man, without his cane
I is for apricots and spiced yams
J is for white wine, garlic and clams
K is for consciousness and free will
L is predestination, flavored with dill
M is for the back or was it the front
N is a hound that refuses to hunt
O is for lazybones and slackers
P is for catfish and stale crackers
Q is for lion - king of the jungle
R is for antibiotics and antifungal
S is the feeling you get when you're sick
T is for candles burned to the wick
U is for dreams caught in snatches
V if for blue jeans and sewed on patches
W is a fellow who is soft in the head
X says it's time he goes to bed
Y is to ask why he can't spell
Z is to answer he rhymes pretty well
She is so miminy-piminy she never gets mad
Nellie is too persnickety to ever act bad
We try to rile her, hoping to make her cry
Why? She asks us with concern, why cousin, why?
Because you are unflappable, too perfect I say
You make the rest of us look like slackers most of the day
Can’t you ever be mean, hit someone or sing a sad song?
You simply do not fit in with us rascals, you do not belong
Wonder how long it will take them to see I am a famous poet.
See it is nice to see what other poets are doing to help others.
If you aren't helping as a community then what are you doing?
The answer is nothing, put the pen down, and go be lazy elsewhere.
If you want proof, tombstone, “Say when.”
Or get to work, you all have wasted enough time.
The world is a joke, it is your job to aid in fixing it.
Based on a simple evaluation, Keyword: Slackers.
Now of course you all aren’t poets.
That was just a statement, figured you needed the reminder.
Salem - madame - had them ... sweet
Blackbirds - quack burns - slackers ... treat
Even - live-in' - Stephen ... King
Neighbor - favor - savor ... -ring
Nil clue - few knew - male grew ... Maine
Hairy - bury - scary ... sane
Fanners - manners - than hers ... please
Liner - minor - sign her ... Lees
Turned 'round - looked down - and found ... name
Schuyler - mother - found her ... fame
Missy? - Sissy! - Where's she! ... Cal?
Long drive - survive - take -five ... well!
Today - birthday - No Way! ... Show's!
Outside - had cried - Lynx eyed ... probes
Madame - pardonne - must go ... Ciao
Mister! - Sister? - That's her? ... Wow!
The silence, deafening
As the roar of steel
Came crashing down
Passing dimensions
Colors exploding
The day music came
....without sound
Lies,deception, delusion
All led to one conclusion
We are NOT alone
Laborers rewarded
Slackers thwarted
On the day mind
....encountered throne
It's in the knee
Humanity has been taught
That bows and bends
To fearful thought
Yet the heart, stands
Erect, and fully rejects
That LOVE has His elect
Who were bought
...with a price
Muddled, it's muddled
There's supposed to be a line
Where those who go
Are in judgement of those...left behind
...yet we are here
...all here
...The GREAT DAY
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-08-2022
Time to comply is all they ask,
And if you give it to them,
The old and the young,
The sick and the lame,
The deaf and the blind,
Can get the job done,
To a standard that will impress,
Keeping those who seem fit for the Job,
On their toes,
And the slackers even more so.
I am not much of a follower,
but today I am following Rabbi Jesus;
he has taken off his sandals,
and I am wearing them for this
borrowed moment.
He said: I Am The Door.
Jesus may be the last human being,
the rest of us following after the fact.
That which was, is, and has yet to be
- all just a shot glass of moonshine.
A vision of a winding file of us all
(both shoeless and shod),
entering that Door;
angelic sheepdogs nipping at our heels.
Maybe I’ll be one of the slackers
at the back of the line?
I won’t mind much,
as long as I see that Door
shutting out this hell of a world
forever.
Heavy Monday morning,
And I can't Wake up again.
I will support all the slackers,
I want to bury my face in your shoulder.
It's not sad to go together,
Let's go this way.
Let's have a nice Breakfast
And take a walk somewhere.
No one knows about the problems,
Which oppress me in the night.
This is the scheme of life,
That there are only executioners around me.
I travel the world,
To find yourself somewhere.
I always carry a lyre with me,
To sing you some of my poetry.
All roads are important to me,
These are the ways to my happiness.
I'll hug you at the end of the day,
And I will feel your passion.
You mean a lot to me
And you're closer than anyone,
Keeping you a secret from everyone,
I'm telling you: "Thank you!"
Draft an Article a den of soul slackers
No room for sanity humanity elected crackers
Uncivil ones to fail the civic duty pledged
Ride a rift split society - drive a wedge
Trail Trump slumping stumps winded carpetbaggers
Talking heads robbing hoods all cloak and daggers
Riding herd wicked turn charging alibi
Stuck off bicker batter were all gonna die
There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily overdressed, not to mention, anxious and stressed
Even the halibut’s looking depressed.
The darling children all love to whinge
The chubby husbands are all thinner on Hinge
I drain the whisky bottle, and the host hands me some tea
It’s happened again; I guess the drunk must be me.
Evie H
Avoiding The Limelight
Written: by Miracle Man
10-25-2019
Being coruscate,
has never been my style.
I’ve always been one,
keeping a low profile.
Which makes me,
a behind the scenes kind of guy.
One who’ll have your back,
if you’re a trusted ally.
I’ve been told before,
that I’m a born facilitator.
But slackers would say,
that’s synonymous with dictator.
But I’ve found in life,
that cream rises to the top.
Give me less than your best,
and I’ll consider you a flop.
Each time you hire a person smarter than you are,
You are proving how smart you are.
Tom
I am not much of a follower,
but today I am following Rabbi Jesus;
he has taken off his sandals,
and I am wearing them for this
borrowed moment.
He said: I Am The Door.
Jesus may be the last human being,
the rest of us following - after the fact.
That which was, is, and has yet to be
- all just a shot glass of moonshine.
His sandals are too light for my heavy feet
they float away like paper kites in the wind.
A vision of a winding file of us all
(both shoeless and shod),
entering that Door;
angelic sheepdogs nipping at our heels.
Maybe I’ll be one of the slackers
at the back of the line?
I won’t mind so much,
as long as I can look back, and see that Door
shutting out this revolving hell of world
forever.
Shovels Scraping
Standing quiet so as not,
to cause a riot.
Boots are heavy full of grit.
Hair is matted and full of sweat.
Muscles ache,
with move they make
Blister blood,
mixed with mud to forms a horrid crud.
When I signed I must have been blind.
No amount of money could,
make this job funny.
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping.
With a glance I smoke my tab.
I‘ m sure its not me that’s been had.
Working hard I am done,
a breather has to come.
But it wont be long before,
ill sing my song.
A jug of beer will be in hand,
that I will stand,
with money in my hand.
As for my toils ill get my spoils,
spend it with my friends.
Then a shout from the gaffer,
come on you lazy slackers.
I can‘ t hear those shovels scraping.
An Incentive to Excel
Written: by Tom Wright
6/24/2018
Employee compensation should be based on merit,
But the slackers among us never want to hear it.
For each has a skill set that we bring to the table,
With an ability to do things that others aren’t able.
All would earn the same if slackers had their druthers,
These slackers at heart ride the coattails of others.
Some do mediocre work while seeking other’s praise,
Like minded grab signs seeking an undeserved raise;
Higher taxes and legalization is the solution of choice,
By caving legislators, whom we’ve entrusted with our voice;
As slackers look around, many troubling things they see,
But think it’s OK, if it doesn’t unfavorably affect me.
Most budgets aren’t infinite and are limited by scope,
An incentive to excel was what gave this employee hope.
My belief is,
Money doesn’t change habits or motivate one to do a good job!
If slackers got the same raise as others, they’d remain slackers, just higher paid.
Never settle for being less than the top guy.
Tom
The backslider stepped into the chapel like an angel,
Outwardly, he is full of piety,
Inwardly, he is only a pity.
True bliss left him, even purity and dignity.
Though he mingled with the Churchyard
And in prayer session, he prays even louder,
So you get inspired and pray too with strong power.
Joyfully some backsliders will rise and shine again,
While others remain in their stain and gross pain.
If i were you oh backslider...
I will stand up and fight the destroyer.
You must strive and maintain your spiritual drive,
What drives you should be the cross,
For in him there is no loss.
Arise backsliders and stop being slackers,
Christ is coming son.
CM Onyilo
(Lightning Ink).
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