Category Archives: Poetry

Make Way

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Make Way

It isn’t a race but
I
can’t stay
still
here
near

where
you
fear

bank or bust it’s
the end of
us
if we stay so
just
make
way.

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And there’s the bell, folks – the first round of the week has just begun. Hope the poem above does a little work on helping you get going and keeps you carrying on for those of you at work today. For those of you who have today off (be sure to check out MLKs gorgeous Google Doodle for today),  the story above comes from that last minute rush you get when you realize that you only have so much time left before you’re not on your own time anymore.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

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Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

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Another Year

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Find a new guru
a new mantra to
carry on
forget about your past
mistakes
and make them all
year long

and I’ll see you here
back next
year
same place
same time
same friends

and we’ll drink to all
our past
mistakes and how
we’ll make them
once
again.

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New year, but another Monday, folks. Here’s my wish that 2018 brings you everything that you need.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

What Happened To The Weekend?

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Hours
enabled
open
ended
questions
that
gave
way
to
ignoring
life’s
discretion.

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Monday again, folks! Hope you enjoyed the little scrap above, a short little poem to explain the morning’s biggest question of what exactly happened to all those hours you were supposed to have.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Monday Morals

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What you don’t know will
hurt you
what you know and ignore will
curse
what flames you fan will
burn you
and what lesser evils you opt will
nurse.

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Welcome to your Monday  morning, folks. Might as well start it off with a little verse while we get back into the swing of things.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Monday Madness

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Well, folks, working on some new content for you now that a lil’ hiccup in life has finally taken a backseat. Until then, be sure to check out the pinterest board below and my old Monday poems. If there’s anything particular you’d like to see, be sure to let me know and I’ll see I can work it on into the schedule. You know I’m always eager to please.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

We’ll Take What We Can Get

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We’re not
in it to win it we’re
just trying hard to
cut our loss
clutching the time that’s
left
playing life so very close
to the chest
wondering when where
can we get off?


Well, it’s Monday again. Sure, we all gotta rise but we might not particularly feel too inclined to shine. We’re just trying to go through the motions while trying to work out how best to make them stop.

Hope you liked the little scrap above. If ya did, feel free to stop by and comment below. Good to hear from some kindred souls now and again.

As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

The Secret To My Failure

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(or, as I like to call it, Lies That Books Told Me)

It isn’t that I’m not eager or that
I shy away from
(hard) work,
It’s just that I’m 90% incompetent
and 10% a jerk,
bitter,
running off ambitions and
the dying steam of dreams,
jaded from  my memories
and all the lies that books
told to me:

-Things get bad, but the good guys always
wins
-the villains always laugh but they’ll
go down in the end

-That, in a hallway full of walls,
a door would open up for me
-that people might wave but, in the end,
good is what they’ll be

-That,if you get lost, something awesome is
waiting out there for you
-And, most loathed of all, the world’s a good place if your
heart remains true

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Well, there you have it folks. Figured it’s Monday so I might as well be on the level with everyone else who is suffering on through. Just a little tidbit of myself and how I rose to this illustrious position that I am now, bringing you little scraps of myself in hopes that we can all just keep on going and pull on through.

As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

Partners In Crime

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My feet hit, a brisk hiss
at the cold of a tile
floored kitchen

I’m waiting, here at the
coffee machine,
wondering,
mind on a mission

to
deduce the cause,
solve this mystery

to start with and
identify
the players in this
crime,

to figure it out
I rely
on the familiar,
the trite

who,
what,
when,
where,
why

me,
regrets,
everyday,
here,
ill-prepared for life

and

you,
read,
now,
here
to kill time, commiserate, feel alive.

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Some of us are working, some of us are off- It’s the usual Monday madhouse around here. Thought I might further add to the madness with a new poem above, as promised. It’s a fancy way of saying that you wake up in the morning and wonder how the the hell your life got to this. Well, for most folks at least. For me? I’m just glad I’ve got you along for the ride right there with me.

Thanks for stopping on by.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

The Regret Is Strong With This One

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Cold mornings consecrate regrets
ordaining echoes of my past
into entitled shadows
that hold congress
on my path.

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Mornin’, folks. Monday again and I’m sure more than a few are feeling the chill. You know how it goes- you wake up, it’s cold, you start getting ready for the grind. Next thing you know, your mind’s wandering and you’re getting all sour. You know what though? That’s just fine.

Toss the coffee on, make yourself some eggs, and keep going on. The hardest part is over and you just have to make it to tonight.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

 

Waking Woes

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Eyes open up to that
alarm scream sound
sun’s not up but
feet touch ground

back’s still sore
and soul’s still
down

but coffee’s warm
and toast will brown

and heart’s still pure
while hours are long
and dream’s still short
while hope drones on.

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Well, we’re up. We’re moving. It’s Monday. What more can you say than that, folks? Hope you enjoy the little scrap of writing above. This one was brewed fresh and finished this morning just in time for ya. Seems to summon up the gist of the it, don’t it? Despite the grind, we’re still getting on  with our eyes on the horizon, aren’t we?

If that didn’t do it for ya, be sure to check my links below for my other Monday poems. If your brain is too tired to read, feel free to pop on over to my Pintrest page for the site which I am sure won’t disappoint.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

 

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