Of Mortal Affliction (a collection of poemlets)

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

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~