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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
A Field Worker's Soil
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.
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The Co-Worker
There is a man at work who is a bit intriguing. Twenty years my junior, still, the attraction, I think, is mutual.
Another Monday
Not a morning person
Punished..
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
dreaming of what we never get..
it was my dream to draw a picture about this subject in my child hood days.now i am not an artist to draw a picture. some times GYPSY HEART can do this ...
me and brumby bill
we were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through wood like cheese ..ahh and the mountain tops were ringing for the sound of falling trees
The visions.
It was thinking about the faces on web,faces,faces...!
Good Morning
Good morning, as you rise and shine Another day in life is here The hour has come to redefine Your journey ‘cross the wild frontier Beneath a sky, in cobalt hue You’ll stroll along your merry route While I hope all the best for you As you cont
The Feeling of Flying
Don't you, too? :)
time is there ever a enough
just my thoughts
september 11th 2001 part one
i wrote this poem weeks after september 11th 2001 and had it published in poetry.com and a copy sent to the white house witha response and a photo from president bush thanking me for writing on the acts of war, this poem has been copyrighted for me and published for the public viewing
FINAL FLIGHT
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
A to Z of a Day
Awakening at the break of dawn Breathe in and taste the early morn Coming to terms with what lies ahead Desperately wanting to stay in bed Enjoying that coffee the rich full roast Forgetting to check and burning the toast Getting in the shower,
retail
I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do w
Is This Me???
comment on what you think of the poem. I appreciate it thank you
Beef Windly (Be Freindly)
White boy rhymes
Road Warrior
I wrote this July 29th 2007 after a really long day. And thought to myself, truck drivers need a lil pat on the back from time to time :)
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our art
ok...uh...it's maybe not "my art" but it's what i do when i'm not earnin' my keep.
some afternoon dream
this one's dedicated to solong...
Simpler Times..
Just something I thought about today, when a friend's kids were complaining about doing the laundry.. :D
The End of This Chapter
Just my thoughts of what awaits at the end of my career. Nothing fancy just simple.
trade ya
ok it's definitely not Pulitzer material but ... I live pretty near a really large port. I was riding home and this was just lying there beside the road so I stopped and picked it up. I'll take it to the vet and get its' shots later... ;-)
What is writing?
I just decided to be a smartass one day and wrote about writing. Like metacognition for the written language.
Lunch Hour
On mud-will days when malls about All shake with trays A shopper taps the wares Warily ... lest someone cares He wakes to the trill Of a pneumatic drill Puts on his boots And climbs the hill A quiet smoke A quiet lunch A quiet bloke Wa
Poem welcome
Poem welcome
Zoom!
At rush hour in any town, people race, people frown, bloody hell they'd knock you down, like soldier ants on a quest, from here to there no time to rest, catch a bus, catch a train, stand in line in the rain, bumper to bumper on the motorway, a
Jobless Blues
Thirty years of computer programming experience... Anybody need a shoeshine?
Got To Keep Moving On
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.
only a look
only a look only a glance the music played and soon they would dance love can come in unexpectedly and it is so that you never know when you dont expect love will arrive only a look and only a glance
Free the Babe's please!
A bit about my work these kids were twins and are among hundreds saved,sadly thousands aren't.
Learner's Folly
This is how I feel most times as I try to teach.
barker nights
Never take a job you can't quit with both kneecaps...
AMERICAN TRUTH
The seventh line is, "True blue is hard to find", but should be read true blue ~s~ ,,,, the s sound replaces is (also true for the third line, "realities fleeting" is actually reality is fleeting),,,, this is done for purposes of proper flow. Everyday we watch the news and everyday we forget yesterdays tragedies hence the line reality is fleeting,,,, why is that??? because we dont have time to worry ,,, we have our jobs, kids, and our bills to pay,,,thats what this poem is about.
"Throwing my Pitch"
I think this one speaks for it's self! :-)
Footshot
Wish I'd just win the lottery or something so I don't have to concern myself with these mundane banalities.
every man's dream
how funny it is become value of living, doesn't hinge, but is affected by how well my plants may or may not do I suppose that it's only superficial for, should I crave nourishment...it is provided in some fashion I am now...that grubby fingers
THE PAINTER
the joys of painting
shred
think i'll file it under work...of art, been to a few eh Hedi? ;-)
The Painter
inspired by a friend on here....an Artist....I have not seen his paintings but can see them in my minds eye!!
RE: Ever Constant
very pleased that you like this one Jaz...it's still one of my favourites....Andrew...xxx...
online today!RE: Royal Ball
K_Ann - tysm! I live in upper New York State in the center along the Pa. border near Binghamton, New York. We get beautiful Fall colors here! We also get a lot of leaf watchers! (tourists). Thank you for stopping by and reading. Kathy...
RE: Thank God! (a limerick)
Well Emily should be a little more careful. God was on her side at least. TY SandS Hey, I laughed...took a minute!!...
RE: The killing of HOPE
Beautiful.......
online today!RE: Traffic Jam .......
Pleasure always reading your write Nuwah even if stuck in a traffic jam...SM...
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