(1)
fox pudding country--
oh my default performance
at manual bat!!!!!
(2)
profundity dung
preaching lard mop alchemy--
bum in Atlantis
(3)
putting my fortune
into charming herdsman's romp--
a tainted stuntman
(4)
putrefying glut-
ton's another monthly corpse
taunting attainments
(5)
pignut putty fumes
from slothful melting acorn
rot haunt iguanas
Wishing for the future is like asking the past to edit itself.
A Pillar of Salt will be the result.
The person will be by themselves
Looking into the present and seeing those that have left you should be the ball of twine in within your mind.
Living in the moment and seeing the results come about is more enjoyable than being inactive.
The sloth will sit on their duff and never become active.
Soda is the result of their days slothfulness.
Constantly they forecast their past in a manner of unproven boastfulness.
The struggle of a person whether alone or with their rib is more honorable than a person that is slothful.
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
—Unseeking Seeker
Feast and revel in ordo amoris,
the seether within stirs its godless bonds,
If not, what sings in harmony we’ll miss
thick or thin without sympathy desponds
We paint careful brush strokes without callus
slothful paint by number’s dupe self-spirals,
and not to fool one as the tenebrous,
whilst stratagem caliginous virals
We pen lucid images from the soul
without subterfuge there’s true belonging,
Clean and composed dignity merits gold,
gone—deep-seated universal longing
Emptiness stripped by turpentines amiss,
in fullness it streams harps euphoric gliss
Your womanly grace touched even heaven’s face,
and I loved you at that first, sudden sight.
I watched your wondering eyes in quiet hours,
in slothful time, devotion shaped the soul.
In loving you, I came to know your stanch faith,
and my wandering heart entwined with your sacred spirit.
At each day’s end, twilight pressed upon my chest,
and my heart trembled at the thought of leaving you.
Set sail in feathered ships.
Guided by shattered stars and bent sextants.
A little white tempest becomes a black water witch.
Hatched from a devil's chrysalis.
Sails are whipped and torn in half.
Fashion a crucifix from a broken mast.
Souls churn upon Poseidon's spitz.
Slothful morning arrives.
Amidst the frothy angel tide.
An armada of prayers ignites.
Unable to buoy any sign of life.
The last candle flickers in the reeds.
Search and rescue throttles down to recovery.
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
Truth has been backwashed with an elongated shadow.
They've made corruption just a bit more palatable.
Polluting the masses with exaggeration and lies.
Maintaining power, they have a great lust to divide.
We were great when battling against rabid tyranny.
Now we goose-step to war for the comfort of oligarchs.
Our children are sacrificed for the greed of oily kings.
We, the sheep, are led to high cliffs by false prophets.
They say it takes a village to raise our children,
But the village is brimming with idiots and sinfulness.
Our courts are stacked with jesters who turn a blind eye.
The masses are slowly losing their God-given rights.
I don't see another Gandhi or King on the horizon.
I'm not holding my breath for our slothful messiah.
My faith has been tainted by deception over time.
It's time to marry gasoline to forgiveness and ignite.
A man or woman in the prime of life
who values her husband or he his wife.
A person of strength with a disciplined mind,
One who is courageous, respectful, and kind.
They have great intellect but do not boast.
They love God,their country, and family the most.
The hardships and worries of every citizen
Are important and worthy of their attention.
Great honor and integrity they will possess,
And view the poor and needy with tenderness.
Not slothful or selfish, not weak or uncaring,
Our future and reputation aware that they carry.
Believing everyone has the right to make their own choices,
letting every person speak up, and hearing their voices.
A person of faith but not hypocritical,
They respect opinions, your faith they won't ridicule.
Not racist, not sexist, no contempt for disabled,
Believing all equal, all sit at round tables.
With strength and righteous anger for our enemies,
But able to compromise and all people please.
As much as I wish it, this can't be real, what a joke!
But if they were actual, they'd sure have my vote!
In My Skin
In my skin I know what is true
Don't lie to yourself, you know it too
Clear away all excuse and every denial
For your soul ,too, will be put on trial
Stop listening to that beguiling voice that says
You have every right, or your doing your best
For there is no greater or more clever deceiver than
The heart and mind of mortal man
We put on the glasses tinted with wild rose
And believe all the pretty lies that we are told
It's easier, you see, than to be honest and true
Which requires slothful bodies to get up and do
Come now, Don't be angry, I mostly preach to myself
I am the worst offender, in fantasy I dwell
So forget about trusting your heart and mind
In your skin you'll begin the truth to find
A solid reality you feel, see, and know
Not metaphorically or symbolically show
Let us be truthful, if to no one else,
We deserve to be honest, at least to ourself.
Everything is hard
For the slothful worker,
Ease for zealous peer.
“What we really need to learn as humans is to take responsibility for ourselves” (topic quote of Miranda Hawley)
Be Responsible
Today it seems like hardly anyone
has great concern for others. You can see
this in society in many ways,
especially when folks want all things for free.
Some people choose to lay around – not work!
They try to get on welfare if they can.
Our taxes pay for these folks’ laziness.
I’d never want to wed a slothful man.
We need example from good moms and dads
to change the way our youth are being taught.
The work ethic grows weaker with each decade.
The world owes us a living? I think not!
Be independent. Have respect; be kind.
Support is nice if you are down and out.
But even some disabled folks can help themselves.
The extra greedy needy we can do without.
We are blown
Like a feather
Into every
Insane ether
To see
The unseen
And to brace
Or wither
At times
To float
In the river
Like a boat
Or for us
To vanish
For ever
Like a mote
We need not
Hold our frets
Nor for the frozen
Hide those nuts
We are one
With the dust
Drift with the wind
We must
You are lately
Forgotten
By your own
Very nest
Be forgetful
Be slothful
And you'd be
At your best
We come out
Of nowhere
And we get
Somewhere else
We look in
The mirror
To meet
Someone else
Does it take time for the sun to extirpate the dark night?
Or to ease its fire form to make the plight of farmers, light?
Can't a storm take the form of a tornado and revolve?
Or blow into a gentle breeze and prickly problems solve...?
You are like a lion, loyal, noble, and courageous,
Your love and compassion for all, yet, turn you umbrageous;
Like in a tiger, grace, strength, and suppleness are in you,
As true as the very steel, I find your ways to be true...!
Elegance brim-fills you as any finest of flowers,
To expand your powers, on you God his blessings showers;
Angels and saints surround you in all your journeys around,
Laurels of triumph are yours, though on your path thorns are found...!
No paths are so crooked, that they can never be straightened,
Sloth bears are not slothful; rather, they are well awakened;
I wish you would, my friend, being a brave adventurer,
Erase every error, and tyrannize every terror...!!!
06 April 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
SAD is very, very sad
Consuming food-like items daily
Soon we're doing bad
Jiving around, living life vaguely
Clear vision is what's missing
Stumbling and falling day and night
Our beautiful health we're dismissing
And slowly but certainly we're losing our sight
Three squares a day, I heard them say
There must be breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Getting a few snacks too, the American way
But so many are losing, so who's the winner?
Excess sodium and added sugar
Covertly, life becomes more imbalanced
Anger increasing and love is meager
Over life becomes more calloused
High-fat dairy, red meat, and cancer-forming
We blindly play in debauchery
Living for opulence but we're harming
While this sordid path illuminates an ominous augury
SAD is so sad
Eating loads and loads of CRAP
FOOD is being ignored and the world is going mad
Being caught in a pen, a slothful trap
I don't want a Standard American Diet
I want to be a Healthy-American-Powerfully-Progressing-Yonder.
It seems that as the solstice climbs the hill
to goad the slothful sun to do its will
to taunt it with its ever-urgent plea
arise and start your journey sea to sea
and then upon days closing mock the moon
hold in abeyance lest it show too soon
its silver sheen that bids new lovers, kiss
shortening a one-time moment’s bliss
soft buds of Jonquil yellow breach the snow
their dream of petaled flowers held below
the softening of winter’s chilling grip
in sun and moons continued solstice trip
this dance of shadows wafting hot and cold
this gentle touch such lovers cannot hold
John G. Lawless
©1/13/2023
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