by Wayne Palesado
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
The routine of daily labor of the working class.
Post Comment
Sam
You don't have to turn on the red light
Cause it don't make no difference
You don't have to sell your employees to the night
Sam
You don't have to show that accident sign-in tonight
Cause there's too many injured employees
And the pain is getting too high
Sam
We have had enough bad health care
Told we have to pay for accidents cause by neglect
Pay with our pain and our frustration at a company who sells us out
Sam
You can keep your damn money
We just want a day off
Away from you and your uncaring management and workers
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I'm sure it is just as frustrating for workers in other fields, wether it be cops or teachers, or just a McDonald's worker. We all feel the neglect of a job that doesn't give us what we need most, respect. This is a parody of Roxanne by The Police.
Post Comment
Author: The Beatles The End and my commentary on it
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
I was listening to this song today at work
It seems a lot of the time I feel like a jerk
Am I making love when I work for this multinational company?
Or am I just making them more money?
I don't feel much love out there in the work world
It seems like a rigged game to me
The rich win and everyone else loses
I think the people who get the most enjoyment out of their work
Are the ones who work for themselves
The ones who have found something they enjoy doing
And found a way to also make money at it
The professional golfers or singers or artists
If I had a way to make love and make money at the same time
Being an artist would be where it is at
Then there is no theft of your time, your body, your mind or your soul
There is only one thing
And that is love
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
The Beatles is probably the best group ever and Paul McCartney being the best single musical writer and performer. The first part of this poem is the song The End.
Post Comment
Author: Unknown
i have a competition of liking f.b page with my friend plz like my page this is the link..i don't wont to lose
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2014
Post Comment
No kinder place to hang it up well made funny as well ;as good" at night good at the fight good as breakfast in bed at midnight...funny as well; as good is that you can see it in your life and living in an infatuation why do I need you here and there and why do they think they have the right to change it up and get some???
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2015
About this poem:
This notion had been inspired by a single day of events
Post Comment
The first woman was hired in 1993
Out of 405 employees
72 are women
Minorities make up 28 employees
The work place certainly has changed
My first long job was at Hardee's
I had two minorities in the four years I worked there
One a beautiful Japanese American woman
One an African American man
I still remember Shannon from Hardee's
I am using the golf balls she gave me in 1991
Lost five so far out of 12
Women used to get to stay at home
When the dollar was strong
One job was enough to pay the bills
You didn't have cable
You didn't pay for a cell phone or internet
And taxes were a lot less
Are women and minorities getting a fair shake at work?
No!
We have a long way to go to truly get fair treatment for all workers
I do appreciate any of the workers who have reached out to me
Who have been nice to me
Weather they be woman, minority, or whatever
Thank you!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
Working all the time, I am pooped!
Post Comment
Author: Unknown
EVERY GREAT THING HAS THE INSTINCT OF WOMEN WISDOM THAT I CANNOT HELP BUT WONDER IF GOD IS WOMAN
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
QUOTES
Post Comment
The internet seems to have gone away
The smoke is gone and the mirrors are broke
Looks like it’s going to be one of those days
Our system is kind of a joke
It was working today for an hour or three
When a student came asking for help with his work
I tried to download the file (it’s free)
But I couldn’t, and felt like a jerk
The network admin isn’t answering his calls
He is probably tearing his hair out by now
I don’t think I want to see him at all
He’s probably having a cow
The people are starting to rise up in arms
They’ve called for his head in a sack
I don’t think they really would do him harm
But I hope someone’s watching his back
The day is all sunny, the sky is quite blue
A gorgeous autumn day
I hope that he knows what he needs to do
And gets it all done right away
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Wrote this one day during yet another network outage, we'd been having a lot of them at that time, and this one lasted a while.
Post Comment
Empty building
all around
Empty walls
Empty sound
Scarceness
all over here
letting us know
the ECONOMY
has HIT a new
L O W.
POVERTY
Rearing it's
ugly head
causing your
TOWN
to g o
D E A D.
HOPING
PRAYING
that it will
REVIVE
at last not
KNOWING
what is to
be for our
TOWN
ME.
For the
PEOPLE
in this town
want it to
STAY
SOLID
SOUND
They wish for
it to become
a new all
ESTABLISHED
BEAUTIFUL
TOO.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
desperate feeling of no jobs
Post Comment
Do you know what it is like
to work all day for no pay?
Do you know what it is like
to bust my butt for only
25 dollars?
It makes me feel like i am
not worth anything but i
try to know better.
I just wish for a real job
only certain hours per day
to earn my pay.
I have been everywhere to
apply for a job, but none
do they seem to have
around here for me.
It is due to the bad economy.
I wish to lift my self up but
that just does not seem to be
for i need a job you see.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2012
Post Comment
Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them.
They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent.
© Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
This is a list of poems submitted by CS members. Click 'Details' tab to see all poems, or click on a poem title to view and comment on individual poems. Click headings to sort by comments or views.
Would YOU like to post a poem in the Poet's Corner? Have you written poetry that you'd like to share with other members? Posting your poetry shows your skill and creativity and helps members get to know you better. Your poem will appear on the Connecting Singles Poetry page and also in a link on your profile page.
Click here to publish your poetry »