Quotes about sloth, page 5
Pinkish Teens
Little little peals of pink
peel of my petty wander to savour sunshine de novo!
Of teeming pink,
i deem par greens under blues, the alter ego in spirits being in altar!
In wink, pink i see
rush airs with thrones of roses,
blush the savior faire!
Flashes pink in running waters the sloth peeping in & around!
Dusk spills auras of au revoir and roves in rave review,
pink splashes along lunar lights in peer groups teeny in....sight! !
poem by Swetha Vvr
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On An Ill-Managed House
LET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;
Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.
Here elements have lost their uses,
Air ripens not, nor earth produces:
In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,
Fire will not roast, nor water boil.
Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,
The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns:
And her chief officers of state,
Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Happpy Heretic
The seven deadly sins must be.
Reserved for Cardinals and such
who are completely out of touch
with everyday reality
For they believe apparently.
That greed is asking far too much
but gluttony can be a crutch
for those who live in misery
And seeming sloth could be M.E.
Rendered blind by their own pride,
They raise their voice in righteous wrath.
I think perhaps they envy me
because I do not have to hide
my sins. I’m free to choose my path.
18-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Napoleon the Little
How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
A-glow, I snatched thee from thy prey, fowl!
I held thee, abject conqueror, just where
All see the stigma of a fitting name
As deeply red as deeply black's thy shame!
And though thy matchless impudence may frame
Some mask of seeming courage, spite thy sneear
(And thou assurest sloth and skunk, 'It does not hurt!')
Thou feel'st it burning, in and in; and Fear
Says, 'None forget it till shall hide congenial dirt!'
poem by Victor Hugo
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In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Take Heed©
Anger
Envy
Gluttony
Greed
Lust
Pri de
Sloth
And these are just the beginning,
Blizzard
Drought
Earthquake
Fami ne
Flood
Hurricane
Tsunami
Are these the beginning of the End?
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poem by Joanna E. King
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy not in any Moods
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Lil' Mouse
I can’t say I hate it
Though I can’t say it’s nice
Because now I look before I sit
Thanks to the little field mice
They scurry and run
Under chairs and doors
They must think its fun
Scuttling around on all fours
Finally caught the little brat
Though it nearly had a heart attack
Nearly eaten by my cat
So small so speed it really lacks
Now cuddled in cloth
Too late at night
Must feel like a sloth
Needs to be treated right
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poem by Rebecca Pepper
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A Child's Evening Prayer
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year;
And, O! preserve my father too,
And may I pay him reverence due;
And may I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and joy;
And, O! preserve my brothers both
From evil doings and from sloth,
And may we always love each other,
Our friends, our father, and our mother,
And still, O Lord, to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart,
That after my last steep I may
Awake to thy eternal day! Amen.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Pray
Pray! Pray! Pray!
Never allow sloth to delay
Your strides in divine way
Human life is a short time play
Hurry! Before the angels flay
On that imminent dooms day! ! !
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! !
For His mystic body; it was a bad day
Nailed on cross the Lord did lay
Blood dropp by dropp oozing from his bleed
Cleansing the sins of human misdeeds
The saddest day it was He died
But booned to mankind as Good Friday
The day we remember how did Lord
He himself became a prey
For our forbidden ways
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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