He is retired;
His duties with care he carried!
He appears wired
Remembering unfinished tasks –
Two daughters at home unmarried …
As his benefits are tarried,
He’s found expired!
Time tarries not for anyone,
Still, I can't outpace my shadow.
Forever chasing what’s begun,
Success, in its season, will show.
Not minding little yet achieved,
Time tarries not for anyone.
Though dreams remain still unrelieved,
And countless tasks are left undone.
Old age begins its quiet reign,
The clock moves fast with every tick.
Time tarries not for anyone,
Yet fleeting hours are hard to fix.
Twilight ignites the fading skies,
As shadows chase the sinking sun.
I race along with weary sighs~
Time tarries not for anyone.
acid washed blue jeans
hang on the rusty clothesline
in the morning sun
Endless tasks I chase,
But meaning slips through my hands—
What am I doing?
You probably won't believe me, These rumors you hear are true.
When I'm not at my job, I have other tasks to do.
I don't care how long it takes,No matter what I think.
It's time to scrub those dishes left soaking in my sink.
No matter how hard I try.
Dirty clothes left to themselves will nether wash nor dry.
I hope I don't sound I'm lax.
but my kitchen sure could use a wax.
There is no housekeeper that is paid for by the hour.
That scrubs my commode then rinses down my shower.
My plight is very simple, as you plainly see.
No one else will do these other tasks for me.
Dew drops grace green grasses
Soothing like my pearly power shower
I choose the right outfit for an orange day
Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh
Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips
Honey dew melon kisses lips
Pray meditate talk to God and myself
Water plants feed perky pets sweep steps
Thunderous thud at the French door
Blue genes deliver the paper boy
Who always smells like molasses
Busy red rush for beige boisterous bus
Cool car pool to trendy train that passes
Helium houses that empty again of masses
Spied by sharp eyed animals of prey
Early bird flight climb sky
By Water Lily Lake
Sun is a ball of fire rolling uphill
A wise bald eagle relaxes on top of the world
His seat red, white, blue flag’s pole by the mill
Sun rays in his face
Tattoo him as silhouette Smokey gray
Maria hums to the tune of “Taps” as she scoops out the betta
One red, one blue, Wiggles got ick, now it’s just Padma blue
Doorbell rings, ding dong, Maria rushes to answer, Ahh, Greek feta
The delivery guy left as the maid pounded on the screen, birds flew
This is cheddar, Miss Sparks will be upset, hmmm. It’s okay!
Swooshing sounds from the toilet bowl, as Maria flushes
Tosses the salad, grabs her clanking keys, and drives away
Down the hill, exhales haa, then inhales huh, blood rushes
Nick The Greek’s, an order of the Greek feta salad, to go please
Exits Nicks, enters Finney’s Fish Store. I’ll take that one, that fish
As she points to the red betta splashing, wiggling, stops, in a freeze
Dear Maria, I’m home, bring my salad and a glass of iced tea swish
So, tell me, how was your day, clops off her shoes by her chair
Leaning, back crackling, with Wiggles her red betta nearby
Miss Sparks waits for her maid, then notices Padma’s stare
Maria, why is Padma staring at Wiggles with a glint in her eye?
Everyone's seen the morning sun
the light slants and the blood-splattered sky
the full moon's sliced off to night's dark face
on to the TV screen, Facebook or Whatsup
seasons arrive and go, to return once more
the summer heat takes off your shirt
the hat tilts to shade
in the rainy months, the umbrella's out
to serve as a walking stick as well
nothing new about it, to write about
the mannequins at the shop window
the phenomenon not in it's field of vision
intricately woven with our lives
and yet we don't give a damn about it
at our work, play, courtship or party-hop
working against it, at every step
the paper to read and write on
the houses we live in; and roads
by undermining mountains for rocks
ballast for the railway tracks
automobiles burn the air
shortage of oxygen to breathe
impure air impair lives...
Yes, I have seen them live
in Sevagram a village in India
followers of Mahatma Gandhi
survive in an ashram
in houses made of mud and wood
just can hold a bed, table and chair
no electricity but lanterns
no tap water but from underground
to live in sync with nature
that's their motto and life's purpose
Freddie the furlough
Sat there with his Merlot
Watching the sun go up and down
While his body got tan and brown
They said they had full control
That is what Freddie the Furlough was told
Sitting in his cubicle one day
They came over to say, ‘you are still going to get pay’
Are you asking me to take an absentee leave?
Despite my hourly wages having not much of a fee
It is time for you to go
They repeated to Freddie the Furlough
You do not need me
I do see
Without a tear
Freddie the Furlough got up having no fear
Tired of all this shtick
Considered office tricks
Freddie the Furlough knew he performed his tasks
Honestly not needing to hide behind any corporate flask
Resulting in wearing the afternoon mask
Freddie the Furlough did not fold
Instead he was pretty bold
In dealing with this feeling of cold
From this job they thought he loved
And in reality the one he was ready to shove
Freddie the Furlough
Finished his Merlot
With enough cash in his tin
And knowing that the day was a win
Entitling Freddie the Furlough to a Jimmy Buffet happy hour fin
Avoiding difficult tasks to undertake deprives one of great things to achieve!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2020
Doing God's will is the Lord's desire for believers---
Obey Him as the Master while overcoming selfishness
Incline to His Word, having been divine nature receivers
Nurtured with Scriptures' truthfulness...
Gear toward faithful stewardship, being spiritual thrivers!
Godly pursuits delight the Lord’s heart---
Offering opportunities to please Him with faith’s fervency…
Depend on His might ceaselessly right from the start
Learn from His instructions of wisdom’s excellency
Yield to the Holy Ghost; from His grace, never to depart.
Trusting wholeheartedly the Saviour ensures His perfect guidance---
Acknowledge His leadership in every task against attacking doubt
Serve* Him joyfully with willing diligent performance
Kindness to others bestow, devoid of pout, along helpfulness-route…
Share His love of grace and mercy’s assurance.
*Psalm 100:2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
Didactic with Acrostic and rhyme forms
May 27, 2019