Utilizing Unutilized Vocabulary

 

A twenty stanza poem
Is something rare indeed
But when your mind grows idle
Distraction is something of a need

My yesterday was blue
I felt duller than my shoe
Then mie kor threw me a challenge
That kinda caught me off balance

Dah lah, I so sad
He can some more ask me to do that
My heart was filled with dread 
And my immediate reaction was to declare him mad

But then I gave thought to it 
And found that it was neat
If it could start my brain a rollin'
Maybe I'd quit sitting around and mopin'

I decided that since SAT is around the corner
And my need for practice is dire
I could give my vocab a boost
If I stopped acting like a goose

I tend to write in circles
Recycling the few words I actually know 
But I am one who believes in miracles
The kind that makes a candle without a wick still glow

My life will go nowhere 
If I myself am stagnant
My books will remain shut
If I carry on being complacent

My encephalon has to be stimulated
My lethargy must be extirpated
By writing out instead of just reading aloud
Unfamiliar arrangements of letters will eventually be remembered

I find that many of the words I'm required to learn 
Are of the not so positive nature
Since criticizing people is something quite insolent
I shall proceed to lament on my most hated creature

Flies are about the most annoying despicable outcomes of sin
Their incipience in itself can fully explain what I mean
They send people on urgent toilet calls before even hatching
And then in their wormlike existence find appeal in whatever is decomposing

As metamorphosis progresses
They sprout two little conveniences
Albeit paper thin and seemingly useless
They aid these pests in finding their ways into our houses

Without having to attend seminars
These newbies excel in taking after their elders
Alienating and exasperating us
Imprecations often spill out involuntarily at the sounds of their buzzes

Its compound eyes watch you mockingly
As you surreptitiously approach with the swatter
Unbeknownst to you, it slyly and nefariously
Rubs its filthy front legs together

Just as you prepare to pounce
It braces itself for take-off
And a microsecond before the impact sounds
It elusively flies away with a silent scoff

Your fury has been piqued
You're saturated with rancor
For that hideous little sneak
Who's smirking under the counter

Such is my perspective of these poor bugs
Who are merely trying to get through the day alive
It really isn't their fault that they suck
But I couldn't help but question God, 'Why then did You give them life?'

The answer came from my mother
The one who usually witnesses my frustrations and anger
She said, 'My child, it is because of the fall of man
That flies are now scavengers of the land'

Understanding was slow in coming
I didn't see how they were related
But gradually I began connecting
How sin came into this world and how we've all been affected

Though my hostility towards the flies have not receded much
I now know that they are not to be blamed, and neither is God
While sin is very real and still at large
I have advantage over the flies in which Jesus took my sins and is now my Lord

Doleful, mournful and awful
Would be my thoughts if I'm not careful
But my decisions have been made; my conclusions have been drawn
I am determined to choose life; to be faithful, fruitful, thoughtful, thankful, grateful
And by the grace of God, simply yet intricately... wonderful!=)