PAD Challenge day 17:For today’s prompt, write an afflicted poem
Afflicted by Procrastination
Often it seems we struggle in that war twixt 'will' 'would' 'should' and such
Afflicted with the trouble of intention versus act and touch
And often as we contemplate, debate and wait and twiddle thumbs
Somebody else sweeps through the gate and does that thing we could have done
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Afflicted by Temptation
Afflicted by Procrastination
Often it seems we struggle in that war twixt 'will' 'would' 'should' and such
Afflicted with the trouble of intention versus act and touch
And often as we contemplate, debate and wait and twiddle thumbs
Somebody else sweeps through the gate and does that thing we could have done
***
Afflicted by Temptation
Temptation and conviction spar
Wherever thought and fingers are
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Afflicted by Success
Success’s attractions and distractions are many
Faith often struggles from penny to penny
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Afflicted by My Hand
The mouth can tell the head a lot that it already knows
But what is in the heart is what the hand most often shows
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Afflicted by Bygone
I love the warmth of you nestled against my memory
Where once upon a little time I held you close to me
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Afflicted by Human Nature
Human nature is predictable; something we all acquire
...of spirit that is willing and of flesh weak with desire
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Affliction of Learning
Knowledge for all its goodness knows
It cannot take the place
Of wisdom gleaned from highs and lows
afflicting human race
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Afflicted by Greed
A standing ovation please, for that most humble man
who does not labor for increase, but just because he can
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Afflicted by Longing
Longing and love in constance vie
For that which naught can satisfy
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Afflicted by think-and-ink-addiction
Here I am and there you lie
And who this tumult can descry
Afflicting even common men
If predisposed to page and pen
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Afflicted by Motherhood
You called last night and I could hear
What your words didn't say, my dear
My, how the arms can ache with want
Where miles their fullest fullness flaunt
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Afflicted by Time
The clock devours hours and it never gets its fill
the bud that bears its flower soon falls prey to moment-will
And moment-will is ruthless; its steals years in middle-rant
where suddenly we turn perplexed, to wonder where time went
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Afflicted by Ornery Ogres
They come out, mostly at night or when I am alone
To laugh and point their fingers at 'poor-poor-pitiful-me'
But one sure-fire offense that cannot be over-thrown
Is to help someone who needs help or friendship's company
Janet~
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