Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle – Lincoln


Procrastination is my middle name,

see I always put things off.

The reason is my perfectionism,

as I worry others may scoff.

My ideas can be quite brilliant,

although I do say so myself.

A multitude of them in my life,

so I’ll need a bigger shelf.

This is where I store my dreams,

just until they take shape.

But then I have so many sparks,

so a choice I have to make.

Which of them is the brightest,

mistakes can’t get in my way.

If you know me and you read this,

I hear what you’re going to say!


I wrote this poem while procrastinating again this morning. I laughed out loud while writing it, as it’s so utterly me. I often lose myself in writing while procrastinating, that’s funny too as I know some who procrastinate instead of writing!


Development of Mind

I love to read philosophy,

it stimulates my mind.

It’s a shame it’s not that common,

in most of humankind.

I love deep conversation,

learning as we speak.

If I can find a mind out there,

willing to converse with me.

I reach my own conclusions,

I’m helped along the way.

By listening and considering,

the things that others say.

I’m inspired by original thought,

finding something new.

Just tinkering with a new idea, 

is just what I like to do.

I make sure of time to think,

as this is how I grow.

So much out there to discover,

so much for me to know.



A little poem I came up with after an interesting and thought provoking post from a fellow blogger Amitav



I’m following you, 

as I like what you say.

Some of those words, 

stay with me for days.

Turning over and over, 

while I work my thoughts out.

Then occasionally I don’t get, 

what your talking about.

But that’s why I follow, 

your working my mind.

Interesting posts being rare, 

and so hard to find.

Keep me entertained, 

please write me some more.

The ideas that you have, 

I chew over and store.

You really enchant me, 

I think it’s your brain.

I will keep on returning, 

again and again. 

I might not make comment, 

just click on the like.

But that doesn’t mean, 

it wasn’t alright. 

It’s just that I’m thinking, 

you do that to me.

My own ideas change, 

I wish you could see.

Don’t follow me back, 

if I don’t stimulate you

It would be nice if you did, 

but not really true.  🙂