THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 50
Out of abundance is nothing appeased.
Running round a favorite sphere.
The land daily cries with enough
To freely give from its bosom.
The innocent mind of the untruthfulness,
The idleness of his thought.
The laziness of his mind and body,
The abashed moments that occur.
Oh you lazy mind!
What’ll be your tomorrow’s fate?
Have you taught of your generation unborn?
A lazy mind like you don’t think of fate.
JULI ADA LOVE
An idle mind is a devil’s tuck-shop.
Wealthy only in its head but wretched in the actual sense.
A mind that succeed only in its brain.
It doesn’t see a new day as a gift but rather a burden.
At the place of work,
His mind far from duties,
Only frivolous part of life…
Wrong thoughts and wretched bag all the way.
What’s wrong with you?
Get up and spew your magic,
Be not lazy for I must write.
Procrastination is the only friend he has
His elegance is shrouded in idleness
He claims to work harder than a bee
His success though speaks of penury.
Like book is waging war with you,
so fearful and rugged as
you neglect and
Olu want to be great,
He wish to be above.
Dirty work Olu can’t do,
Just find him a place at the top.
You cuddle your bed all day long.
And slobber down to the jaw.
While others till the field night and day.
And return home with plenty of hay.
He has no hour of rest
Like invisible gods.
In the morning, at night
He walk to and fro
To take momma Toma discussion
To mama fela ears.
Early in the day,
He sits to appease his gluttonous throat
With a thousand gallons of wine,
Poisonous wine of laziness.
barking around initiative
lurk without creative
seeming ardent at a notion.
yet lack absolute motion.
Are you lazy so to say?
Minds are made creative
Why don’t you look so,
You lazy and blind mind?
Tick tock ticks the talking clock,
Who flies in a clockwise manner.
Ding dong bell screams at ding dongs,
On a quest to save mannerless mammals.
He makes heaven hole,
With deep voice of thine
Walk and sleep on boon
Roar,groan he laughs
Only on the beautiful cushion of life
Do boredom shows her face of
But foolishly yes foolishly she is
hugged kissed and embraced by
Vaingloriously cursing that times fly
but it walks slower than the snail
Life is not like bed of roses,
Opportunity comes but once,
Put stop to the lazy act,
Even before due time, you might not stand a chance.
Lazy are we,
Sons and daughters of the hardworking farmer,
Train to till and nurture the soil,
But here we are running after easy jobs of whites.
JULI ADA LOVE
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