Slaving Poems | Examples

BAYES

Bayes theorem 
Offers you probability
That limits your this ability
In achieving internal tranquility

Change your rhythm
Look through another prism 
Reason exists for this schism

Neither you shall be social 
Nor you shall be ignored 
What do you have to tell those
So that you would feel heard

Creativity has potential 
That may appear essential
Write a dialogue
Expressing and breaking this block

Aabout what will you talk
Wanna go for a jog?
Starting your learning log
Ain’t this a funny dog
Out of bog
Then write epilogue
But also the monologue 
Recipe for hot dog
Bored and gazed at clock

But unless this routine changes
You continue feeling estranged
Something must be arranged
Step off the path to deranged

Drop your expectations 
Choose another path 
Of all specific obsessions
At what is directed your wrath

Unleash your internal forces
Become interested in math
Review your possessions and process
From this many changes start

Stop slaving to wrong theorem 

Life gonna change many times
However this badly rhymes

Hanging On

I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Lost the fire in my belly but I still log on.
Working hard every day, dreaming to be free,
But can’t afford it in this economy.

Slaving in a sweat shop singing the blues,
Ain’t got time for a Caribbean cruise.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on,
Wondering where all my freedom has gone.

The price of eggs has me crying foul,
But Uncle Sam turns a deaf ear when I yowl. 
Where O where have my tax dollars gone?
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Seems so strange to spend on climate change,
When me and my friends got no pocket change.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on. 
Will freedom be taxed until it's all gone?

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a gang burnt up my neighborhood.
Fentanyl is killing and our borders long gone.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a peaceful gang burned my neighborhood.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Barely…, barely…, barely,
                                            …Hanging…
                                                                 on

Dolce Far Niente

running,
                  and running,
                  and running 
           on a spinning wheel 
   like an indefatigable hamster;
                   persisting... 
                    on and on 
          as dawn creeps into 
             dusk's front door 
     and makes a backyard exit,
  a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic 
       can barely move a limb
          after slaving through 
            his graveyard shift.
he's finally home early morning;
    body and spirit, exhausted.
   with a cold brew in his hand,
                he leans back 
   on his comfortable recliner 
          and takes a big gulp...
              a   h   h   h   h ! ! !
          temporary freedom 
     from back-breaking work 
                 never tasted 
               so refreshing!! 
         he's earned his right 
          to be blissfully idle 
          throughout the day.
       he's got hours of sleep 
              to catch up on!

The Truth Comes Out

The truth comes out
When you're half asleep
So exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open
The truth comes out

As the days go by
Slaving away for the man
So busy you forget about those who hold you dear
As the days go by

Grasping at a dream
Of feeling the river of love
One day at a time waiting for answers to be near
Grasping at a dream

The truth comes out
When you least expect 
Smooth sailing words from the subconscious speak
The truth comes out

Rigor

That is one thing about rigor:
It can Intact Man disfigure;
Like a cell phone reconfigure 
The Stout left A Sorry Figure…

You won’t yourself in public show;
Not a new thing in you did grow; 
Slaving at a task “Your New Foe”
Hours taking to turn a toe!

It’s a big stab from stretched rigor:
It leaves not the same one’s Vigor:
I used to know a strong Igor,
Not dead before stripped of vigor…

Some men it’d enveloped in dust.
Good pipes now struggling with rust;
You don’t energy drink dismiss
 Nor caffeine you can handle miss.

Sweat Lodge

Sparkling, scorching sandy sea stones
Slaving steaming sweaty, silky skin.

Squandering Thoughts

Despite the present pike pandemonium in our life,
Those in charge would have us to think it’s a Greek joke;
That we must continue to deal with present-day strife
As if it is a temporary faith-testing suffering bearing yoke.

Yes, like the Pharaohs of old, they have depended on the faith of us
Who have never failed to put our belief in the God that we trust;
Not understanding that we’ve never had to test the promised word
But with divine wisdom and guidance, practiced what we had heard.

Like our ancestral beings at the slave ships slaving home-land docking,
Know that we too will survive with that same wisdom and guidance
To overcome the present days’ shadowed earthquake-like rocking
For we are ever energized by the ever-flowing lightning radiance;

Be not afraid of the choices that you have spiritually made,
Praying with divine wisdom and guidance, it‘s the thing to do
That you do not have to worry about the promise that’s been said;
Solidified by the true faith that’s been given to faithful you:-

Never Neglect 2022 Financial Goals

 Never Neglect 2022 Financial Goals
Miracle Man’s Opinion
12/29/2021

It was that time of year, while thinking resolutions,
we surveyed our problems seeking possible solutions.
We thought anything’s possible, if together, we had a plan,
We made goals not wishes covering a long term span.

On one bathroom mirror I once listed these goals,
both were reminded daily as each played our roles.
We checked net worth yearly, leaving no areas gray,
still thinking early retirement at an opportune day.

But early retirement would require more than saving,
so as novices we started investing money made slaving.
We understood that risk was commensurate with reward,
so we invested weekly in those things once explored.

Soon we were investing in things having more risk,
checking progress monthly storing on a floppy disk.
Often things went against us and didn’t make money,
but we stayed with our goals until they turned sunny.

The stock market is like baseball, some days produce doubt,
“You win some, lose some, and some are rained out.”
God has blessed us greatly and we’ve learned a few tricks,
enabling both to retire early, me at age fifty six.

Release

I’m unsure in what I write, whether subject matter or product
Are the words I put to page worthy of being a construct?
Am I saying something worth saying, worth making
Worth reading, worth saving, worth the work slaving
Day in and day out when the payout is a tracing
Of a thought that’s been drawn to its conclusion since the dawn of creation
Let’s face it, I can’t reinvent the wheel, but is it okay if I just express how I feel?
I know the answer’s yes, but that’s evident 
It’s less about knowing it, it’s more about accepting it
I always expect more of me, why write formally
When its quality soon becomes the precedent
Maybe it would be better if I put myself under less pressure
Maybe it would be better if I didn’t give it my best effort and just let it out

Parable 17

A boss with workers agreed a fair wage.
Some more he signed on at a later stage
     Then he found yet more
     at noon and at four.
At close of the day they came to be paid.

The last to be hired were paid what was due.
The first complained being paid the same too
     “Through the heat of the day
     we've been slaving away.”
“But I paid you the wage as agreed; thank you!”

Matthew 20.1-16

Sweetheart Singing Sweetly

Silence soothes the senses with
Sweet sensations showering down
Sweeter than sugar, a seasoning
Saltier than the seas, soft and sensual
Sultry beneath sensitive breaths of 
Sunlight sending light to supply a
Subtle and splendid supplication to
Share spiritual stances with souls
Slaving, surviving, seeing past the
Sincerity in serenity, sparkling scenes
Seeing spent ideas swaying with 
Signs that a sweetheart sings sweetly

The Walk

Walking becoming overcoming.
Orion becomes Jesus walking on water.
Trek trudge and stumble, taking it in stride.
Bearing a cross of torment and torture.
Struggling slogging shepherding,
slaving in blood mixed tears. 

Walking through light and shadow.
Sleep meandering, dreams seamlessly
mingle with stumbling lumbering,
slumbering shamble, ambling ramble.
Roving roaming range, radius reached,
realms always remembered.   

Walking the footpath through rainforest.
Sizzling amour fou ardor, fevered fervor.
Lascivious among the leaves,
captive to carnality. 
Fleshly forbidden found only 
in the taboo soil of impulses.

Walking in the aurora of first light.
Sprinting agape beneath spectral wavy prismatic sky.
Darting dashing driving toward a new day.
Racing rushing for radiant rays wrapping the horizon.
Igniting the dark, blazing the trail in a neonate morning,
advancing the awaiting adventure.

Walking with friends and lovers.
Parading promenading propelled plantigrade.
Globetrotting every continent, every consideration,
every awareness and attentiveness. 
The common blanket sweeping overall.
Let the celebration of being begin.

Money

Money

It makes things only far more complicated,
and true values become separated.
When everything is for sale,
it has its great utopian stories to tell.
Until the counted counts and the counts are counted,
the damage is amounted.
The one who has little and wants less is contented richer,
then the one that has much wants more, is more bitter.
Spending money before one has it in haste,
stolen future with borrowed money its a slaving taste.
Master of thief’s, criminal greed’s and excellent host,
how much are ones worth, if one have it all lost. 
God gives those inferior weak some money,
that they feel more superior and funny.
Then all it does is getting some more attention,
the expensive way to be of mention.
Solution become the question of how much,
loosing all intellectual and wisdom touch.
The currency from the garden at home is health,
providing the ultimate joy of wealth.

Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate

Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate

I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
Final words, I utter before I make this leap
you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!

R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )

Simulacrum

Defunctive decadent dreams upon desert Dunes,
Where your love drifts to dust within sandy storms…
The dry devious air assimilates amorous dusty debris,
entombing maleficent mirages.

My breath betrayed by stimulated sinister sins,
Illusive illusions adorn the gated Gardens of Eden…
Rhetorical replicas reflect from your slaving smile.
machiavellian mirrors magistrate.

Forged in fires of facsimile you rise like the Phoenix,
Effigy of a carbon copy of deceptive deliverance…
 A petulant puppet master of megalomania madness,
archetypes of amour ambushed.

A portrait of love through a passionate photograph,
Suspended within parallel paradoxes of surrender...
Your love keeps me captured amongst tenacious time,
spurious memories marauding.





June.08.2020
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