I will push with all my might
To do what I think is right
For duty calls and insists
When I get around to it
So many woes would unfold
Stirred my heart and seeds were sown
As my voice would feel contempt
When I get around to it
There were slogans and a call
Truth was what I'd give my all
I would fight and never quit
When I get around to it
Shadows call from yesterday
Where my voice had been delayed
By each thought the winds would shift
When I get around to it
Now the sunset lays a track
There I was no turning back
The message I had left
When I get around to it


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I should print that out and place it in a place of honor in our house. Both of us in this household are master Procrastinators...I wonder how anything ever gets done around here. And then there's the great rift of one being ready to do something and the other not so ready. When we do mesh tho...we can get plenty done in a short amount of time.
Procrstination, you thief of time
Stop trying to be
A friend of mine.
Procrastination, you crook of deeds,
Stop keeping me from
My family's needs
Procrastination, get out of my home
It took me three months just
To type this poem.
Blessinsgs, health, love and prosperity.
Mary Mc
Are you reading my mind 8000 miles away. I'm having one of those days...but tonight (6 hours later than your time) I'm all yours...I mean commenting-wise. Hahaha.
See you later my friend.
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Thank you Bill for going through my favourites. Through my silly error, you missed out on my all time favourite piece "Walking With Poetry" but that's not important.
What you did do was worth a million bucks. Thanks big time.
and have much to add....
when I get around to it....!!!!
lol...thanks for sharing
If it matters to you to spin this into something more powerful, I might suggest that there is a tense shift that jolts and distracts me in the second verse. You begin in the conditional then shift to the past in a way that pulls me from both ends of time and leaves me scrambled. Beyond that, there are few concrete images here and those that are seem vague--slogans, shadows, winds--is there any way to make your language more specific, be it visual, auditory, olfactory or whatever? That sunset intrigues me, but there is so little about it, just the hint of a powerful story that we can't quite understand. Hope my perspective opens up something for you, and thanks for listening to my take!
When I read you write, '...just the hint of a powerful story that we can't quite understand', my thought was instantly that you got the gist of my poem. This is exactly the feeling I want people to take from this. The reason is that we never know what could have happened simply because we never got around to doing anything. It's the could've, would've, should've and great what if of life. I'll write more, when I get around to it.
It drove me crazy, and after he left I realized---
That I had picked up some of the tendencies.
Couple it with passive -aggressive tendencies and there's a real fun time!
Even today, I should have eaten lunch but it's almost time for supper. I just never got around to it.
Maybe when it's time to die, I won't get around to that either.
I will wash my dirty windows
And sort all my notes for taxes
When I get around to it...
I'm hoping maybe Santa will clean when he comes.
I loved this piece Bill, as always you get the point across magnificently and in style!
M
Now I have bout a few more hundred to get around to reading.
SEASON'S GREETINGS!!!!!!
Wow clean out the fridge. Gee this needs to be dumped in woods. This was to be a weeks worth of meals for the cats. This is still from the last two days and good enough to serve again.
Ba Humbug, at least I dont have to cook. Just clean the fridge.