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 lazy one muses about fortune and cars,
Yet thinks it enervating to fill up his jars;

While he tours the realm in style and speed,
His land is overgrown with serious weeds!

When his belly murmurs thunder and his face is drawn,
He will seek the yeoman and beg for corn!

Poverty is justice for the lazy man
And failure for him with no plan

In all labor there is profit,
But idleness boosts deficit.

A shiftless person is the devil's animal,
You'll find him picking pockets at the bus terminal!

"I DUG MY GRUDGES"

I dug my grudges from my trove
And stowed it in a chest.
Off I heaved to the west,
Fluttering my wings of love;

I did cast it into the sea,
Its pressure made it drown:
The load is gone which weighed me down;
Thus, my heart is free.

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What Man Is Special

What man is special?
Misfortune visits all!

E'eryone must face trial,
What man is special?

Bear burdens with a smile
Stand or fall!
What man is special,
Misfortune visits all!

(c) Ayistar
18/12/2012

*A Triolet is a short poem of fixed
form, having a rhyme scheme of
AB, aA, abAB.

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This Work Of God

This work of God amazes me

More than the yellow sun or the blue sea--

To behold a babe when it is born,

And before you know it, it can even run.

'T is a wonder of divine dexterity

For a child to crawl, toddle and possess an innocent mind of curiosity;

This work of God really amazes me

More than the yellow sun or the blue sea!