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Written 6-2-07 while serving 90 days for a probation violation. I was writing about the inmates. I wrote over 100 rhyming stories about everything in the jail. I stayed busy.
my experience of a photocopier that does not work
Imagine working at a job for years and finding out that a temp is making 400 dollars a week more than you are. That is just one of the many things that works me up and drives me crazy. This Trump health care plan would be great if everyone would be covered as good as people who are disabled or are in prison. Our health care system is a cruel joke!
Some random things heard at my job
Amazing what you can think of driving down the road in silence :)
unfolding tonight under a full moon howling one lonely wolf sailing thoughts howl out from the mind lonely unable to sleep restless hurt pains deep inside thinking in falling raindrop pearls of deep love touching from clouds softl
Sounds of a great mountain roar trembling echoes a shaking voice, flooding down the face a river of tears inside each drop treasured sparkling crystals pearl jewels weep. Brings new life honey as joy sweetly blushing desires your bea
Distance won´t keep us apart... Turn on that weird radio station! i will be there with my art Fulfilling you with inspiration i will sing an unknown song Waiting for your lovely ears Maybe in Hong Kong Countless years... i have a southern hea
for debra
Cinquain This is its traditional form which consists of 5 lines. Line 1 - 2 syllables Line 2 - 4 syllables Line 3 - 6 syllables Line 4 - 8 syllables LIne 5 - 2 syllables
THIS IS A POEM
I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHERE, BUT ONE OF THEM IS IN FRANCE AND THE OTHER ONE, WHOSE MESSAGE DISappeared.....BUT IF YOU ARE NOT IN FRANCE THAN FILL IN ANY OTHER TOWN...HOW ABUT TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES THERE IS TEMPTATION AND CONSEQUENCES
dreams of something beautiful
Took me about 10 minutes to write down all the years of hire at my job. It seems kind of ironic that the two biggest hire years are the ones I got hired on. I was hired in 2007 and let go in 2008. Then hired on again in 2013.
Iwas punished for my sincere love With a knife in my heart My heart bleeds so much I can't stop it. I was punished for my sincerity With maany lies and dreams without reasons Witha message which made me feel a clown A clown of u enj
Possible job cuts have been announced where I work some time next year. This song has been playing in my head since. The original is by Ray Charles.
Farming is a fickle business. You really must be willing to work with as well as wait for Mother Nature; and have tons of courage, cunning, and faith in order to succeed when so many others fail.
Just something I thought about today, when a friend's kids were complaining about doing the laundry.. :D
I have seen purple vibes of a living soul I have heard the waves of azure blue I have tasted Erato's sweet delight I have found her bouquet in the fields of night I have swam in the ink of a timeless sky I have flown through Gaia's earthen womb
well this poem is written by me for all my friends lost and out of respect for posties of past in australia and the world whom have died on the job as it is a dangerous job yes i am a postie and i love the job and have seen the dangers so please take notice of motor cyclist as we are hard to see
Under a harsh electric glare we wear ourselves out, While the old lady sings of love, long lost. Undulating fervour takes us to three, In the morning, cold now, you cling to me
I think this one speaks for it's self! :-)
I was listening to a cd book by Glenn Beck and had to go to a different cd that didn't deal with the minimum wage debate. Are there employers out there that believe as I do that workers should be properly taken care of?
I love music and was a D.J. a few years back and may take it up again one day so a little poem for my dear friend Music
When I was young I had a piggy bank and used to save every last dime. It was easy back then, now it's much harder...be blessed reader and thanks for your visit.
how youth is takin from us
A parody of Wipeout by the Fat Boys who did a parody of Wipeout by the Beach Boys.
all I was given was strength a dull and blunted tool I stare out at beauty with the clarity of a fool all I was given was ferocity a rulebook without rules a limited life vocabulary an outdated set of tools all you were given was beauty
Most people (ignorant, so to speak) immediately assume that all hispanic immigrants are good for nothings, that they belong in the rice fields. Little do they know, hispanics in general are labor ready workers, hard-workers, willing to sacrifice whatever it is necessary to provide their families with daily food. They're underpaid and disrespected, this poem was written in honor of those great men whose fruit is the product of their labor.
Goodnight. The evening it sighs, The morn light she yawns, As we sleep wide awake, A screem with no sound, The silence so LOUD, Trying to run so far. Not getting anywhere. This hell is no dream. Like a touch with no feel All this true and s
I worked the day after I saw this movie, I was freaked at work all day!
layoffs at work survived, for now
Just my attemps of Poe etry.
This notion had been inspired by a single day of events
Some sweet lady poet just prodded me into making another submission to the corner, so here it is Suzanne. Written exclusively to satisfy 'YOUR' request. Hope it's acceptable... I'm awfully tired!
This really happened so I thought it appropriate to put it to verse....
this happens often please for your safety give us room take your time you will get there alive. remember were bringing the food and everything else you purchase at the stores to the stores.
Sometimes when you have a position in a career if you leave sadly it can cause others to lose their position. Can one leave other families without an income in today's time and look in the mirror and smile. I think not. Maybe I should have titled this trapped.
Read 12:01 Cheers all. :)
It was a cold and dark december night, A shedualled flight to U.S.A. Terrorists with no concience, Knew the passengers were not going all the way Heartless in their convictions In Frankfurt the bomb was placed Never to see their home and frie
think i'll file it under work...of art, been to a few eh Hedi? ;-)
Wrote this today... I don't like my job.. can you tell??
hey bro ..im getting dvds of the movies last 2 years I've missed. ... thank you for your comment...
Hi Thea Quite beautiful, you have the soul of a true poet! Kindest regards Bill...
Thank you PE, that is a great compliment!...
Thank you Mr Poet#1 enjoy your feedback...
she's there B.S.G. orbiting your earthly delights. ;-)...
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