by Samuel Byrd |
Categories:
beauty, bereavement, death, death of a friend, eulogy, sister, sympathy,
An angel returned to heaven today
deployed to erase gluttonous hate
from envy's grasp love is pulled away
To bring order to disarray
supplying hope while replacing sloth
An angel returned to heaven today
Armed with beauty, charm and compassion
pride is now faced with a trained assassin
whether with song, a smile, a shoulder or ear
greed, anger and lust is sent running in fear
An angel returned to heaven today
after years of service in the field
from the mission never did she stray
In our hearts she will forever stay
so, let us remember, let us rejoice
cause our angel returned to heaven on this day
by John Lawless |
Categories:
sin,
For what is pride but an ego's false facade
Greed a fallow field of need
Lust a liars claim of love
Wrath a harbinger of hate
Gluttony a beggars fitful dream
Envy a failures silken cloak
Sloth an active acquiescence
by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories:
black african american, christian, devotion, faith, religion, religious, spiritual,
Two kinds of sin are Original
Actual
Original sin is from our first parent disobedience
Actual sin has two types Mortal sin
Venial, daily or 7 Capital/Deadly Sins
Chief Sources of Actual Sin
Pride, Covetousness, lust, anger
Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or Laziness
Vices are Humility, Liberty, Chastity
Meekness, Temperance and Brotherly love
4302014
by Sophia Valentina |
Categories:
flower,
My Lover’s heartfelt tithing setting by my bedside looms.
For his comment undermining, gave a gift of Lily blooms,
but the bouquet ever blossoms off intoxicating fumes
and the blunder of my Lover unbeknownst becomes my doom….
What augurs well, perchance foretell! The Lilies shroud my tomb?
So drifting off through slumber soft my summer sloth descends
into the blue, the muddled hue before the black begins
and dreams supreme replaced by screams as Nightmare settles in.
For if I die before I wake, eternity to spend!
I pray my Love, my Soul, to take the lilies back again.
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
animals,
slow and steady
beady eyes, furry
what's not to love?
by Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana |
Categories:
romance,
Disturb not my peace! Oh flowers!
With thy sweet scents, that haunt, daunt
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
Lest her thoughts retrace my heart; taunt
Disturb not my sloth! Oh silly winds
With thy grating, gyrating caresses
You rind my confidence, I had
Been pretending with courage-false
Disturb not my silence! Oh senses!
With dreams, desires and promises
I spurned long ago your finesse
When she took my love; gave distress
by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
lost love,
I drank bottles
of potent optimism,
trampling impatiens
in the garden bed.
In love's labyrinth
I stumbled in the hedges,
emerging to disengorge
in a plaster fountain
under a starless sky.
I awoke a sloth
in morning's garish chasm,
the silent telephone blooming
like a black orchid.
by Liliana Negoi |
Categories:
lost love
forgive me lover for i have sinned,
i tasted all seven deadly sins:
pride - when i dreamed that i deserved such a total love,
greed - when i wanted you just for myself,
wrath - when rebelling against your need for distance,
sloth - when i prayed for my death instead of your life,
envy - when others talk to you and you to them, but i just watch,
gluttony - when reading each word of yours like the holy book,
lust - whenever you're in my thoughts...
so tell me, lover...
would a lifetime of "i love you"'s be penitence enough?
by Nirode Ray |
Categories:
love, valentines day,
You are the warmth in winter sloth
melody of tulips when spring froths
cool comfort in summer scorch
sound of silence as autumn falls.
You lighten me up as I dismay
your elfin smile charms my sleazy day
I see your face and my fear fades away
you are my love in every adoring way.
Sometime, life tastes musty, sadly!
we squander moments in shades
I even stumble to thank you
and forget to wish you well.
Today I desert the world and the rest
take a pause, hand you a rose, scarlet red
kiss your lips in an adolescent way
feel you deep like a tree that roots in its soil
whisper in your ears and softly say
you are my love, my Valentine!
today, and every single day.
by Cody Turner |
Categories:
familybeautiful, heart, beautiful, heart, love,
A beautiful feeling it is
To be loved by so many
All the warmth from there hearts
And the love that they send me
Love with a purpose
Love with a view
Love viewing from the sky heights
Saying we sent this to you
Beautiful feelings do come and go
When they do come they come slow
Like a sloth in a tree
Moving slowly at ease
At one’s final boiling point
There love you begin to see
Filling your cold heart with there warmth
And sets the sadness in your heart free
A beautiful feeling it is
To have a loving family
With there love I will gain strength
And nothing will ever sadden me
by Sami Larose |
Categories:
poets,
I’ve got pens for days
All the bad things in my life
Suddenly became a have
The sun shine and light is all I see now
I had started to feel so much like a sloth
Then I stepped outside
And took sight of the light
Life suddenly changed for the better
Life became love
It was there all along
Hidden within my heart
I should of looked there
Right from the start
I almost let life pass me by
I was on auto pilot
Thank goodness for the positive thoughts
They saved me
From becoming,; lost within the dark
by Balveen Cheema |
Categories:
anger, cry, feelings, joy, lost love, lust, sin,
Like an indolent sloth I lay effortlessly in my mother's womb
With a cry I floated out into the devilish world of harbouring sins
As a dwarf gluttony kept me in peace and in a happy mode
Wobbling on my toes I showed violent anger at my mother's divided attention
I grew envious at the arrival of little siblings that brooked in all my tension
The joy in my world often corroded as I lusted for love and over possessiveness
Over the years the dwarfed sins grew up into a gigantic pride
After conquering and strapping in my wilful sinister vices
All frustrations burnt down to ashes for a fulfilled life of virtues
January 28, 2016
Contest: The Deadly Seven
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Mama bear pins up clothes on the line.
April day is wonderful, breeze is so fine.
Grandma is in the kitchen, tasting vinegar wine.
Children and husband are waiting to dine.
Little brother is doing a chicken dance goofing off.
Siblings are laughing, observant deer gives a cough.
Daddy brings a compliment, he is no sloth.
Best day in the spring, according to gossip McGoff.
I linger in my bee hive watching the bear family.
They appear as normal as any bear family can be.
I love watching their excitement from my dangling hive from the tree.
No one has any idea all of the activity this bee can see.
by Cynthia Shelton |
Categories:
love, love hurts, relationship,
On selfish whim I hold tight to your heart
and offer crumbs to stay your tender flirt.
In truth, I wish to consciously avert
an earnest practice of your lovers art.
For if a flash of sloth sent Cupid's dart,
the "L" word from my foolish lips in blurt,
I cannot promise you would not be hurt.
Better to avoid the intimate start,
and save us both the misery of fact;
we are mismatched by nature for the roles
of mates intent upon domestic pact.
We do not share an all-important goal
of mine to Live Life Large Inside, and act
on need for true companion to the soul.
by Mv Venkataraman |
Categories:
bereavement, dream, feelings,
Life will cross many decades
Come and go many comrades
At last, stays only loneliness
We meet end with helplessness
Many losses and many defeats
We leave with incomplete feats
Our life is taken in a flash
Our love to live has a crash
We plan to do a thing always
But, to do it, we find no ways
We simply take a firm oath
But, we are ruled by sloth
Life simply is spent
We, one day, repent
We give a sad sigh
Our plans just die
Let us do to the maximum
To realize our golden aim
With assistance from God
By working truly very hard.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love,
They were a couple
He was a milligram
She was a million
They were a couple
He was a braggadocio peacock
She was a compassionate giving deer
They were a couple
He was a worthless sloth
She was an enterprising entrepreneurial bee
They were a couple
It should not have worked at all.
It worked beautifully.
by Imtiyaz Gull |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Why lovers love has no fight?
And the haters hate has a wrath!
Let me compare lovers love to light.
And the haters hate is sloth.
Love is fruitful and insight!
Hate is lust, and da lust is short.
Love never says us to fight!
Love and hate are poles apart.
When you had a spiritual love, thou became Maulana Rumi!
Hate is hatred & maniac lust.
When your lover was God, thou became Maulana Jaami!
Don't hate anyone, because it is dust.
Love getting ahead, it is never lost!
Hate is decline, it is ever lost.
by David Crandall |
Categories:
animal, humor, love,
Cupid went on a tear
that day he hit the punch.
His shots went here and there.
He sure was out to lunch.
That day he hit the punch
and ventured to the zoo
to where his arrows flew.
His shots went here and there
and hit a hare and sloth
thus twitterpating both.
He sure was out to lunch,
and I would like to know
which cubs are fast or slow.