"slacking" poems
Let me tell you the story of our serendipitous meeting, when we had been working not too far from each other for months but only just met. Let me tell you about how I was slacking off because I was bored of work, and tired of life in general. Let me tell you about how meeting you literally saved my life, for I had already made the plans and set the groundwork-my decision made long before and solidified more every day. Let me tell you about how you walked up oh so casually as I was talking to a mutual friend. And baby, let me tell you how I thought you were pretty freaking cute, and how I was so nervous and excited when you joined in our conversation. But let me tell you also how I showed myself to you from that very first meeting and you accepted all of me wholeheartedly. Because, let me tell you, I was at my very worst in those moments. And let me tell you how I walked away from that meeting with a genuine smile on my face, the first in years.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Once upon a day or night -- Wait, it was day, there was a light
a light, which shone upon a moonlit drive so dark and drear.
At keeping track, I'm sadly slacking. Forgive my memory, it is lacking
memoirs of this day of days I could not -- would not -- hear.
But now alas, alan, alack, something gruesome did attack, my dear.
Something's ugly head did rear.
Indistinctly, I remember, was it June? July? November?
Moments burn together as I recollect the fear.
And though he knows it gets to me, he will never set it free,
the truth of all the memories I used to hold so dear.
The truth you chose to hide from me for days, turned months, turned year.
But no, I will not shed one tear.
He held my hard heart high in flutter. Stomachs full of bread and butter.
Our love could not be jaded, for he traded tea from beer.
And though we were the oddest pair, I thought by now he would not care
how people chose to say their puns of nuns and hateful jeer.
Of wolves and sheep, of awkward sleep, of hunters hunting deer.
I thought we had our life in gear.
Sadly, though, I was mistaken. Blast, that awful wretch has taken
my whole soul and everything I previously thought mere.
He broke it off, and with a cough confessed, a darkest truth repressed
of everything, how twas a lie, and that the end was near.
And with four words, a looking glass of sorts he handed me to peer.
These the blue-eyed snake hath spoke: "Honey, I'm a queer."
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
It is definitely not just me
Who finds these people lacking
In spine, morals, sincerity;
Why do we tolerate their slacking?
Behaviour we should abhor
Due to its outrageous hypocrisy,
Yet these people represent us
In what we call our democracy.
Our voice must be much louder
To gain some true control
Over the ducking and diving
Politicians have taken as their role.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Santa's Lazy Elf
Five more days till Christmas,
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true .
Singing carols, whistling tunes,
as the hours ticked away,
except for little Edison
the elf that went astray.
Instead of making toys
in Santa's assembly line,
he was hanging out with Rudolph
beneath the snow capped pines.
As Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus took
a look around,
they noticed lazy Edison
was nowhere to be found.
They decided they'd had enough
this elf will surely be fired,
scratched their heads and
realized another must be hired.
Dasher heard them talking
and thought this can't be so,
never in elf's history has
someone had to go.
He searched the winter wonderland
and under the Northern Lights
Edison and Rudolph were
frolicking in flight.
He said "Come down from there
your behavior's a disgrace,
Christmas Eve is almost here and
you're about to be replaced.
Edison soon realized his days
of slacking were done,
that there'd be consequences
for goofing off and having fun.
He knew he had no place to go
if Santa didn't let him stay
his heart began to pound,
as Rudolph ran way.
He hurried as fast as he could
to tell Santa he was wrong,
beg him for forgiveness
and show him he belonged.
As the other elves were caroling
he tried to sneak inside,
but Santa saw him coming out of the
corner of his eye.
He placed his hands upon his hips
and firmly shook his head,
"What shall I do with you
my elf," Santa firmly said.
"I see you when you're sleeping
I know when you're awake,
did you not read your history book
he said for goodness sake!"
Santa soon forgave him cause
his heart is made of gold,
and Edison became the
hardest worker I am told.
The moral of this story is
we all must do our part,
and jolly old St Nick has always
had a heart.
Merry Christmas to all of you
on this holiest of days,
may all your dreams come true
as you gather and celebrate!
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © December 2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Do it again
Over and over
Redo and retry
But you need to get it right perfectionist
No more slacking
But not that there ever was
150% 24/7
Aren't you tired?
No
Shouldn't you give up for now and try later?
No
Why?
Because I need it to be perfect right now
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Who am I now
I have been hurting
In the workplace, at home, in my own body
I feel broken
Forsaken
By a God no longer living
I'm with people
I feel alone
Thoughts sparked
Train running
I don't open my mouth
Crash landing in the tunnel
My hands are shaking
Should have let it out
Should have wrote it down
Now I'm choking on my ideas and thoughts
Now I'm drowning in my stubborn loneliness
I'm still with people
I open my mouth
Jumbled words fall out
I ask about them and they ask about me
No stimulation
Just simple small talk
No conversation
They're knocking on my skull asking whats happening
I throw my hands up and tell them I'm trying
They give awkward stares
Sometimes knowing eyes and understanding nods
But I flare and wear and tear myself apart
Grow out all my hair then shave it all off
Search inside every lost memory
Rethink through every philosophy
Reincarnate every fiber in my being
Recreate my everything
I'm soul searching and soul mate flirting
Because this is the middle
These are the moments that matter
This growing experience is just me climbing the ladder
This sick game we live in
These money controlled societies
They don't care about the essence of you
The tears and feeling blue
The messages the world and God send you
Its up to you
You can fight it
But do not forget the people behind you
Your bonds are unbreakable
Your God is unstoppable
My God this world around me
This atmosphere running through me
I can't feel whats around me
My mind has gone crazy
I'm just trying to save me, baby
I am trying
The world has gotten me by the neck
(Lord, help me)
But I am fighting to win my heart back
From these devil memories
I am living the yin yang
I thrash in my sleep
I am back and forth between Mundale and Westfield
Slacking on making my poems into songs
Do not doubt my masculinity just because I am a woman
I am stronger than any of you men
Don't **** with me
-Amen.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
The rapping and tapping,
the hitting and slapping,
sipping and slurping,
The munching and crunching,
the snacking and slacking,
hunching in a darkened room,
Facebook steals your youth.
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
The Market crashed as the people dashed
All the banks closed down
The people frowned
Natural disasters were all around
Stock brokers quite literally took a dive
Many people died
On the day the earth stood still
The daily grind
The worry over bills
Was replaced with the need to just survive
Some people rioted just to get something to eat
On the day the earth stood still
Some people screamed
While others cried
Some people looked down looking for someone to blame
Still others looked outward and sought ways to help out
Some people banded together to keep each other and their neighbors alive
Some people looked up
While some people prayed for wisdom for themselves and others
to get through this trial
Some people looked within only and felt all alone
Still others thought of this as a test of their will
On The Day The Earth Stood Still
I wonder if we were faced with this crisis
would we stand together
or fall apart ?
perhaps the answer is found already in our hearts
If we are lacking a strong network of family and friends
Now is the time to start
We don't want to be found slacking if the world falls apart
Sometimes things happen in a blink of an eye
It might be best to get ready just in case
No time left for slacking if The Earth Stands Still
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
One foot in front of the other.
It's not that hard.
It's life dear.
Balance.
That's all you need.
And tension.
Slacking will inevitably make you fall.
I guess that's what happened then.
That's why I lost my balance.
The second I saw you,
I stopped putting one foot in front of the other.
And I began slacking in my plans.
I felt as though I was floating.
Looking into your beautiful dark eyes.
Oh how wrong was I?
So wrong.
I wasn't floating.
I was falling.
The tightrope went limp.
And I completely lost my balance.
What now?
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
I can't fly without feathers
So why are you putting me in tethers
I can't swim without fins
And still your sticking in the pins
And pulling off that little dolls limbs
Like right out of the fairytale grimms'
Your vicious as hell with that voodoo doll of twine
You made in my image so it would be mine
I constantly feel the shivers run down my spine
I don't understand why you keep me here entrapped
And leave all of our potential so untapped
Instead you think I must be kidnapped
It's trust that you're so desperately lacking
Wish you would just relize it's not me that's been slacking
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
My rages
Tearing pages
Going Cray
Ripping pages
My flow
Changing phases
Amazes
On stages
Front row
Front pages
Your rapping, verbally attacking
Any Enemy slacking
Riff Raff'em
Taking charge
Like a captain
Ice challenge
Chilling living lavish
Way Above average
About to fix me a samwich
Let us with cabbage
Went H.A.M.
Over some beef
Got bread
Hand some cheese
Hate spam
Love trees
Cool breeze
In Belize
Blowing Lush Kush
In blush trees
Across seas
They love me
See a tree huggers bush
Land and strip; No leaves
I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ******
Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t
In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t.
Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC
Laughing so hard
I *** ***
I wish you
Could see me
On HD with an HD
With At&T;
Getting my P.H.D.
Figure it out
Too late
Quarter past three
Then they
Passed me
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
I can't fly without feathers
So why are you putting me in tethers
I can't swim without fins
And still your sticking in the pins
And pulling off that little dolls limbs
Like right out of the fairytale grimms'
Your vicious as hell with that voodoo doll of twine
You made in my image so it would be mine
I constantly feel the shivers run down my spine
I don't understand why you keep me here entrapped
And leave all of our potential so untapped
Instead you think I must be kidnapped
It's trust that you're so desperately lacking
Wish you would just relize it's not me that's been slacking
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
*The sighs are the silent laments of the heart
As the heart is being crushed in a clenched fist
Slowly squeezing out all the love it can hold
Constricting the flow of life through the veins
Slowly, the mind goes into a partial coma
As the numbness spreads all over the body
Bereft of all the reflexes, to react and fight back
In a vegetative state, the slacking body lies there
With only outside support to keep you alive
But you are controlled by the sinister supports
Barely surviving, and on the brink of death
Slowly the laments of the heart die, with a sigh*
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
shes so tired.
you can see it in her eyes.
and yet she dares to take
college courses and dares to
wear her weird spock ears
to school.
she goes to soccer every day till
6 and still does her homework.
she wakes up at 6 every day and
tries her hardest to get some
sleep at night.
she over thinks (sign of intelligence, right?)
everything and she is kind of a
perfectionist when it comes to school.
shes been slacking with her artwork and
reading but she still drinks green tea everyday.
she just wants to live and to stop being
so afraid of everything.
and her daddy issues slowly get
worse and she shelters herself from
any sort of affection, which is not
okay because she knows that so many
people care for her, right?
dont they?
......
right?
her panic attacks have been getting
worse but she hasnt cut in awhile
and she tries so hard to be
proud but its so hard because
she can barely even breathe
anymore.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
A few minutes ago my mind was much less blown than it is now.
We sat around the table, played risk, and ate McChickens.
But then as the craziness settled,
My dad said there was something we needed to discuss.
I thought he was gonna say I was slacking
And need to clean the house more often.
But then in an instant I saw this was much more serious.
He pulled up a chair,
Faced his kids,
And did everything he could to hold back the tears.
Our eyes only met for a spilt second.
But before he broke the gaze
I saw insecurity and pain.
I saw more brokenness
In my father than ever before.
As he tried to speak
It seemed like the necessary words
Had not yet been created.
He was unable to hold back the tears.
They decided to drip slowly.
He pressed his palms against his chest
As if he was trying to force out his last breath.
I swore in that moment he was having a heart attack.
But it wasn't a heart attack,
Just unending fear bottled up inside.
He started by saying,
"You have been walking on eggshells your entire life.
Everyone knows except you, my children.
There is another,
Your big brother."
When he was 18, he had a girlfriend.
Because of her, he's no longer a ******
I have always believed
That my mother was the first.
But my brother, Justin, is proof that I was deceived.
After he was born,
It was decided that
My Dad wouldn't be allowed to see him.
The mother banished the father
And left the son fatherless.
She packed up and moved away.
My dad wasn't able to speak to them ever again.
Now that he's an adult,
He may be able to reach out to him.
I might have a big brother again.
My dad was afraid that this would
Somehow make me hate him.
He was overwhelmed with joy
When I said I absolutely forgave him.
Once he got those words out,
I almost saw the chains fall.
I watched him become free.
He was released.
This boy is twenty-three.
I didn't even know he existed,
And I'm not sure if he knows of me.
I wonder what he's like.
Does he smile often?
I wonder if he'd like me.
Is he happy?
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
I sit here quietly enraged same like the calm front that has hit on the western range of my property. I am a story teller who has no stories and a ear filled with melody for the summer rains. The greens will need trimming and sculpting soon. The pigeons will arrive to the corners of the property to breed and propagate the flock. Sometimes it's full of **** and sometimes it's not. Mostly after the squall procedes over from the lake is the promanant time of the winter cleaning over that portion of the foothills.
Now here where I live, in the adequate and humble living quarters of mine, there is voices that travel on wind breezes that wander through my jealousies. They bring the news like airmail every so often. But mostly news of bills collectors spinning in their office chairs furiously at the amount of **** that is nessecary for this part time profession.
Sometimes during the night my eyes go bad and I often wonder when they will get suitable for work again. I've been slacking a bit on the work and more on the suitability of my mind for processes like building a fireplace. You know, the theory of it all.
Hmmm....
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Mad at myself
Mad at myself
Why am I always
so mad at myself?
Cut clients short
time is but a construct but
this is my second or third complainant this week or last week and it’s like I’m impatient and cut their time short always middle-aged blond women maybe I’m projecting maybe I’m not so bad, maybe I’m just tired and lazy and being catty
I’m mad at myself
I’m mad at my actions
Waiting until last minute to register for classes got a way in but it’s becoming a disaster
I’m mad at my actions
I’m mad at myself
I’m no longer a child
on the fucken shelf
that needs to be helped
that needs her hand held
while doing every grown-up step
I’m mad at myself
I’m mad at myself
Mad at myself
At myself
Myself
Self
Elf
Am I an elf?
Why did I **** up?
Why did I **** it up?
Why am I stuck?
Why do I ****
I can salvage it all
I can stop my fucken fall
So ****** I feel
It almost feels unreal
Work and School
I’m stacking
and slacking
I’m procrastinating
and waiting
I’m ******* up
and ******* it up
So mad at myself
So mad at my elf
So mad to be a self on the shelf
of childhood fighting adulthood fighting endless deadlines ending early making my clients ****** and not want to come back because they feel like they don’t matter because I’m cutting their sessions short or running late or taking my sweet **** time, acting like a shorty clown and in grad school I sent all those emails out but then go awol and have so many doubts that I’m making mistakes and failing just a little bit and I don’t get it
Why am I doing this?
Why are they so ******
Why can’t I shake off my fears and fully fucken get into gear
until I work this work this out
until I forge my life with sound
until this mountain of mourning or sorrow splits like the hilt of a samurai blade splitting grain becoming fits of bulbous rage and it feels like I’ve gotten a bad grade in life not a C or a D but a big fat F
Full of strife
I can’t eat
I can’t sleep
I ****** up
I’m in heat
I’m in love
in my head
and my heart’s
full of dread
I’m upset
I’m aloof
I’m unaware
and a goof
I ****** up
I’m alright
I’ll make it all right
I’ll make it all better
I’ll stop straying off the beaten path
I’ll get wetter
and wetter
so soaked and sloshy I’ll
be okay and forgive myself
I’m no longer mad at myself
No longer mad at myself
I forgive myself
Forgive myself
Myself
Self
Elf
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
A thousand thousand voices clambering for attention,
That drown out every thought within my silence,
Forcing me into a corner of pain and apprehension,
Lest I lose control and act in violence.
I want no part in causing you pain,
But my o'ertightened grip is slacking,
As I push rationality through migraine
Yet find myself completely lacking.
The constant noise.
It hurts.
Never-ending noise.
Always hurts.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC
And I will breakdown
Leaving All in my shadows
In the downfall of existence.
I dig deep, but am unable
To recall the memories I've pushed away.
It is once again that time,
And I am unprepared and slacking.
You call out to me, I think.
I cannot hear through the silence.
Adamant as I am, I carry on.
I see familiar sights
Passing through my journey.
Remind me, please,
I don't know
Where I am, or rather,
Who I am.
It's all a mystery game,
Leaving me and my sick score
To win the prize.
If only, you see, the prize
Was worth winning.
Then maybe I'd be a bit more
Assertive. But when reality
Is a dreaded victory,
Can you really blame me?
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:07 AM UTC
Welcome to First Grade,
Where we shall learn to read,
Write, and add two plus two,
Which are tools that you will need.
Do not forget your spelling book,
Paper, pencil or pen,
And if you are good today,
Lunch will be at half past ten.
Now, to learn each other's names.
We shall go around the room,
State your name and what you want to be.
Now someone please start soon!
Tommy the Astronaut!
Sammy the Rock Star!
Jakey the President!
And Kayla in a Race Car!
Welcome to Sixth Grade,
Where you shall learn to act right,
By answering all your questions,
And studying every night.
Do not forget your pencil,
And certainly not your books,
Everyone else holds their own,
Now no more ***** looks.
Pick out a sheet of paper,
And at the end of class this is due.
State your full name, favorite class,
And something you may do.
Thomas the Accountant,
Samantha the Lawyer,
Jacob the Politician,
And McKayla a Job Employer.
Welcome to your Senior year,
Your time is almost done.
You've made it through these long years,
Shut away inside from the sun.
Detention to anyone speaking up,
Or if you forgot your homework.
We do not tolerate slacking,
On things that you can't shirk.
Now heads down, mouths shut,
And write the notes down fast.
Keep working hard as I demand you do,
And the year shall end at last!
The adults no longer realize,
The joy of life and living.
No one dreams any more,
Not since the birds stopped singing.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Give or take In this game of life,
The shackles of pain, the love in knife,
Stick to the whites-you may,
Ah! The moon And the games it play!
Shining, deceiving, it'll wait for you,
No one waits, oh! You **** fool,
No one shows up they turn their backs,
You thought they'd care, didnt you, you lack-
The twisted way In which the life plays.
This game is lost, you have no way,
You sit here watch the life drown you,
You thought someone would show up, now didn't you?
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Oh, I can't wait until we can paint clashing colors on our neighbors' doors,
leaving love notes in star-shapes, saying ha ha ha ha, We love you!
It's okay because the paint comes off when you kiss your love
and appreciate the sky and nod to your reflections in the night eyes
and fall in love with someone's mind.
But only then, only then does our message enlighten.
It's our life purpose to brighten your slacking eyes and to inspire you
to smile at the trees, to make eye contact with the homeless, to give flowers to strangers.
Blow bubbles, blow kisses, wink, and embrace!
Oh, I can't wait until we bury each other in sand,
Oh, oh, I can't wait until I can smooth all woes walled into your forehead.
To count your freckles and draw my dreams on our bedroom walls.
Oh I can't to wait to put olives on your fingers, put olives on your fingertips,
Because you have silly tendencies.
Don't let jealousy convince desire to worship ice cream cone gravestones.
When you bite your lip, don't eat pennies for at least a while.
Oh, I can't wait to play hide and seek with our identities and fidelities.
Oh, I can't wait to gather basketfuls of hope and lust.
Oh, I can't wait to hunt for honeysuckles and trust.
Are any sapien sexuals willing to step forward and comfort me?
Because I can't wait to see you again.
But, I can wait, I can wait, because
We blow each other kisses.
MWAH!
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:32 PM UTC
Tired thoughts have taken over
Slacking on grammar
Word choice
Sentence structure
Originality
Plausibility
But you're still quick
And loud
In my sleepy brain and heart
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
Back to the old grind
I sit all day
Getting through things I
Don't care about.
I like to learn
Don't get me wrong
But this place bothers me
These people an annoyance
A distraction
Constantly slacking off
Taking longer than they need to
Wasting my time.
My time is limited
And I don't want to spend it here.
I want to help people
Be with my friends
Train in my passion
Learn what I care about
Not things I'll never use.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
thy quill is kept working hard every day
no slacking shall ever be permitted
word after word one places in array
thy many pages are suited and fitted
labor on quill take not a small timeout
much idling will result in nothingness
one furrows the field for the finest sprout
the purpose must be in gaining fullness
slogging till end of day doth come around
putting thy quill to it's maximum toll
a solid outcome shall surely abound
as the evening sun is seen to roll
oh what deserving tidings thy quill brings
toiling at all it's poetic offerings
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC