Tardiness Poems | Examples

bordello camp

The bordello camp 

Morning in Aruba, the cock  has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in 
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis 
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A seaman, overcome by the tardiness, tries to run away
There is nowhere to run; the whore camp is in the desert 
on a desert, sand, bushes, and snakes.
The madman, plied with alcohol, is sleeping. 
The other carried him onboard.
In the courtyard, a woman swipes the dance 
floor, doesn't bother to look up, when this day ends 
They will be back again, or someone like them 
will come, here, drink, dance, and pay for sex

The Bustle of Time

A new day dawns,  
I’m welcomed into its embrace,
I journey its length and breadth,  
I search its depth.  
Time is in motion,
It reaches the end of its journey,  
Its continuum collapses.

I board a train,  
Twilight is its last station,  
Midnight is its final stop,
There are no delays,  
There are no obstacles, 
In the multitude of my thoughts,  
In the flow of my desires,  
I find myself at the final stop.

I stand before a portrait,  
The onus is mine to add my colours, 
With each brush stroke,  
With every hue,  
Time wanders,  
It tunnels through the elements,
A new day dawns,  
Its portrait lies before me.

My tardiness is not a delay,  
My swiftness is not speed.  
It’s a strange entity,  
A mysterious phenomenon,  
An enigmatic existence, 
Time brings us to the end of our journey,  
And takes us into the beyond.


January 28, 2024.

My Government Tis of Thee

If Death in time should somehow find
    I'm running just a little late.
I just realized to my great surprise...
    I have an expiration date.

I pace the floor with Death at my door
    With no out that I can see.
But I've thought it through, I have things to do
    Before I embrace immortality.

With one last breath, I entreat with Death
    If I might linger just another day.
I have family and friends... to make amends
    And a bookie yet to pay.

But Death will brook no tardiness
    As they seem somewhat understaffed.
So I accept this judgement
    Knowing well my Government
    Will have one less soul to shaft.

                    The End

Grieving Heart, Death and Legends

Grieving Hearts, Death And Legends”

Lying unconscious, Lifeless and Breathless;
Still kept on a life support, Helplessly.
With Pain and Agony from an End,
And Fund raising on the other end.
My conscience doesn't Portray a life support;
Mayhaps, Fund Support sounds Enticingly painful.

All Hell break lose on the Grieve and Trauma of Man;
When they make decisions, so decisive and Egoistic.
So, I'd rather live on the edge of Tardiness;
And lay quietly to die in Peace,
Than trust a Human made from Man.

Man created with Hate, Destructive thoughts, Agony;
With a little spice of Self-centeredness and Greed.
Created in their finest Selfish and decisive art;
An art willed to Us from the Enticement of an Apple bite.

I wish I had lived in the time of Hercules,
Son of Zeus and the Mortal Arcmene;
Slayer of the Nine Headed Nemean Lion;
Capturer of the Golden Hind of Artemis;
And die an Immortal, Remembered in History,
Than cradle in my steel made, high heeled Bedding.

Train Wheels

Reginald had arrived in time with his cane searching the marble floor

Strong and bold past his age with his dream ready for ascension

Nestled the rings and went over his line one hundred more times

An organ player ready to push keys and stops to register the tune

Of togetherness looked over the congregation with earnest concern

Not many companions filled the pews as they had waited so long

The reverend looked at the holy cross and silently sent his prayers

‘Last call for lonely hearts’ he pondered but gates to heaven never close

What else could he do but speak a few comforting words to his God

‘Surely the good Lord must keep to his timetable at the altar of joy’

Finally Isabel entered the chapel with a smile larger than paradise

It had not been so much tardiness or second thoughts that delayed her

Only late love took a while to drape the dress’ train over the wheel chair


31st October 2019

Written for contest ‘Last call for lonely hearts – collaboration’ sponsored by Line 

Gauthier

Leonidas of Tarentum Translation

Blame not the gale, or the inhospitable sea-gulf, or friends’ tardiness,
mariner! Just man’s foolhardiness.
 
—Leonidas of Tarentum, translation by Michael R. Burch

When Tomorrow Never Comes

It’s said tomorrow never comes
Believe me it’s so true
I’ve got a massive list
Of jobs I’ve got to do...
Tomorrow!


I should not put off jobs
Until a rainy day
Unfortunately my tardiness
will just add to the delay


I promise I will get them done ...
Tomorrow!

6/2/19

Wishes Still To Pray

Are they waiting for me patient,
  as I’m caught up in the game

Are they counting down the moments,
  till I breathe my last refrain

Do they wonder why I dawdle,
  with an opening so wide

Do excuses stoop to waddle, 
  as my tardiness contrives

Is that light beyond my tunnel,
  to burn forever long

Is the torch that lights my funeral,
  one to mark and count upon 

What now keeps me in this moment,
  as new paths have cleared away

Is it something that I haven’t said
  —or wishes still to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Eye Pod

EYE POD

an apparition rises
beckoning me
draw closer
inhale the substance
of this moment

deep rainbow swirls
hypnotize my psyche
erase the dimness
of a nether world’s
lingering lethargy

stoic redolence awaits
enticing wakefulness
torturing time’s tardiness
beguiling each breath
“come hither” - “I am yours”

Ah, to sip the nectar
touch the edge of warmth
caress the craven pleasure
succumb to the darkness
before dawn


©12/16/2017

submitted to - MORING RITUAL – Poetry Contest

Let Not the Patient Worry

N-ever let the patient worry, 
E-arly Tuesday second of May; 
W-ith God's divine guidance, doctors do the right way.

E-ven the nurses and neurologists
R-emain responsible workers; 
A-llowing not the patient to worry about health dangers.

G-etting up from slumber
E-arly in the morning light
N-ever causes tardiness, 
E-very after the cold night.
R-adiologist, dentist, and clerk
A-re one with the leader; 
L-et the volunteers call on the Almighty Father.

H-elping and healing the sick, 
O-perating on the injury; 
S-ervice to the people, 
P-hysicians are always ready.
I-t's the general hospital's
T-wenty-fourth founding anniversary; 
A-iming to celebrate the day, 
L-et not the patient worry.

My Clock

My Clock
By J. Philip Harris

Tick tock, tick tock the old man clicks his clock. That rude robust bellow of the long and short. Splattering seconds as it pleases. RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, and on and on it goes, a never-ending cycle of cyclic stress syndrome. Oh, the tyranny!!! 
                   SHHH!!!! Do you hear it? The crackle of the old man! It taunts me. It nags me. It’s pleased to watch my whits end. Oh why do your hands strangle me so? 

Tick tock, tick tock the old man clicks his clock.The blundering muses of black wading in and waddling down the river white. You jezebels of Babylon! I long to murder you. I long to see your end. You spread me thin and drive my nerves into an early grave. My tardiness is amusing to you.

RUSH, RUSH, RUSH, RUSH! The aching grin that pushes me onward down the spiral of bleeding hell. My clock.

My Clock

Click

Clock

The old man clicks my clock!

Love All Around Me

As I look around my room, I see love...

Love is a projector. It magnifies feelings for the world to see.

Love is a book. Sometimes people judge it because of what it covers.

Love is time. Funny thing is I can’t seem to get the timing right. It’s like punctuality and tardiness are on my shoulders screaming red light! Green light! But I often stay in the middle and proceed with caution. 

Love is our checking account. It may seem like I have a black heart, but I’m just trying to keep us out of the red. 

Love is a plunger. The pressure to make it work clogs my thoughts and at times I feel like I need a plumber but it’s costly. I never knew why you invested so much because I was the one that was good at handling the big problems but I’ve since learned it’s the little things that fall through the crack. 

Love is an iPad. To get the most out of it requires application, after application, after application.

Wishes Still To Pray

Are they waiting for me patient,
  as I’m caught up in the game

Are they counting down the moments,
  till I breathe my last refrain

Do they wonder why I dawdle,
  with an opening so wide

Do excuses stoop to waddle, 
  as my tardiness contrives

Is that light beyond my tunnel,
  to burn forever long

Is the torch that lights my funeral,
  one to mark and count upon 

What now keeps me in this moment,
  as new paths have cleared away

Is it something that I haven’t said,
—or wishes still to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Tardiness

laziness syndrome
laziness symptom
symptom of stress
stress that enervates
enervates at work
work in an office
office everyday
everyday is loaded
loaded with subject
subject to penalty
penalty for a day 
day one absent
absent minding
minding the penalty
penalty for  late
late consecutively
consecutively for 1-2 minutes
minutes in singing
singing an anthem
anthem of country
country citizens
citizens work hard
hard work inside
inside work place
place to be patient
patient all the time
time for cogitating
cogitating hard 
hard life
life is a challenge
challenge to continue
continue to acknowledge
acknowledge  more duties
duties for all
all must enjoy
enjoy and smile
smile always
always be happy
happy despite hurt
happy despite violation
violation
hurts
 


©2016Leonora Galinta
 All Rights Reserved

Feb. 19, 2016  10.14pm

poem based from an experience at work:) 5x late even 1,2  or 3 min=a day absent

-just a try of blitz poem

Casualties of War

Casualties of war


Godlike?  No.  Human?  Maybe.
Yet living above the bones of dead babies.
Who fell to their deaths from the top of the world,
The forgotten, the miscarried, the unfortunate boys and girls.


Now the babies lie with bullets,
Sanctity no longer exists.
Once upon a time, we were all for it,
Now we just wish this war would cease.


Fire!  Called the Sergeant as the Gerry’s advanced.
Onward called the General, as the men became entrenched,
In the trenches and fell to their knees;
Some preyed to the lord above, others fell down silently.


Many days and many nights had come to pass
And still ol’ Blighty was under attack.
Churchill’s calls, spurred on a nation;
Whilst mothers and babies, were simply seeking salvation.


The babies cried, as the explosions filled the skies;
The poor boys tardiness, meant he had to find somewhere to hide
And pray he wasn’t killed by the bombs or the bullets.
Just hoping not to die in a watery grave.


For all that’s left in the bottom of your rivers,
Is babies bones and war souvenirs


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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