SNOOZE

  4:30 am Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Snooze! 4:35 am Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Snooze! 4:40 am Dismiss! Go back to bed in peace 6:32 am Griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! Yawns…. The long sleep was really fun But hey time’s gone! My God! No alert no horn Sorry… I snoozed it twice Only for my heavy eyes. We fall...

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LAZY BONES

Your mates are working But you’re snoring Forget not, the day of reckoning; You shall lament While others harvest! Stretch not your jar to fetch, From this valley to quench your thirst Hide not your face; shame, on it etched Cos you failed to give your best. The time is...

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WHEN TOMORROW COMES

Like an ant on a different path from his colony, whistling alone to himself to chase away silence, savoring the new found freedom and thinking very little of the world he left behind… Like helpless chicks making joyful noise around the mother hen, as they attack a meal of corn...

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NO PROCRASTINATION

And the willing tea from the flowing sea An endless passion from the mission unstoppable Dreams realized a goal achievable Not far from me as far as I can see Determination a costly phenomenon that’s worth the sacrifice If death comes for me tonight What pounds of souls have I...

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PATIENT DOG

Why hoping on tomorrow when tomorrow will never come? Why say “it will be better” when it’s not even good at all? Why do you talk of the future when you have nothing to show for now? Why never relenting, saying “the patient dog eats the fattest bone” while others...

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DREAMING AWAKE

That man is dreaming while awake A few steps away from the lake He stumbles on like a blind beggar Crossing the highway with a swagger His seeds are weeping in the slum His wife is hawking rotten plums But the fool is here, breast milking Dulled brain, of home,...

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PROCRASTINATION

I want to write a poem; A poem so great and stirring; A poem of great rhyme and rhythm; So clever and profound! Should it be bland blank verse, sonnet or triolet Beautiful ballade, ballad, burlesque or cinquain… A Petrarchan is the blue moon Seen by my trained eyes… I...

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THE LAZY JAZZ

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, But a lazy man’s slumber is his greatest feat. It irks a lazy man when early birds chirp; For he loves not to discontinue his sleep: Instead of getting up to fetch the hoe, He’d bury his face in the pillow! The...

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