Most Commented Work Poems (218)

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 in the dirt
...knees on the ground
eyes to the sky kinda guy
I'm not sure if I've ever been happier...maybe
but I'm happy...now
and I feel really good
although...the end of my season is fast approaching
and the motto at work nowadays is:
'do more with less'
less time
less help
fewer supplies
but more work...
I've accepted the demands thrust upon me
and I'm striving and am surprisingly successful
...for now
I can be really strong
I'm pleased with that
with little leeway provided
we all choose how we will deal with adversity
I've chosen to fight
but not with unrealistic demands
I'm fighting to succeed
in spite of of the seemingly insurmountable hurdles set before me
I'm not positive that I can necessarily sustain
but, I'm also not afraid
in fact..it is with a bit of relish
that I face each new day
every challenge
I am actually surprised!
at how well I am doing
it makes me feel like a man
this means: not shirking duty
to face it straight-on
to do the best I can...no whether if anyone else realizes
my struggle....or not
that doesn't matter, for it's just me now
at my job, anyway
however, there is a source of great energy
great joy
ever awaiting me at home
my inspiration, my love, my life
...my family!
I am so lucky

shredded note
shredded chord
shredded strings
the guitar lord

shredded fret
shredded finger
shredded blues
high note linger

guitar wails
drums pound on
horns blasting
a brassy song

sweatin' lights
a Hammond whirl
melodic flights
the winds unfurl

base vibes low
threshold near
feel wave now
audible to ear

shredded tune
shredded times
soulful blue moon
the bloody lines

the decibels wall
a loud surround
singer above all
a wailing sound

keys hammered
piano harps on
audience clamors
to sway til dawn

a lasting noise
'til reach the end
loud cheers of joy
band starts again

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-19

(guitar_playing_technique)

I am tired and the road ahead seems all so long.
The darkness that surrounds me as I move seems almost like a blanket holding me tight.
But I got to go keep on moving even if my heart knows its not right.
Can't seem to slow down just know I will find what I am looking for.
I close my eyes and the tears they just want to come.
Its hard to live life always on the move.
No one to hold me tight when the day is done.
No imprint on the pillow saying someone's been there.
I don't know if I have in me to really care.
I have been traveling way to long.
Putting off things that most have already done.
I've been on the run.
Looking back it all seems like a blur.
I gave you all I've had to give.
That I forgot to live.
Now I am sitting here. Wondering what next. The future is so unclear.
Just feeling like I want to get out of here.
Take the next plane home.
And stay till this feeling is gone.
I know the difference between a job and a career.
One you give eight hours to and one you give your life.
One day you wake and find your an old maid.
Never had the time to be someone's wife.
No babies have you held that you did not have to give back.
I fear it is to late to change my ways.
And have the things I kept putting off for another day.
I walk in the room I am so composed.
No one knows.
My face a mask so many feelings that I hide.
I know I must continue this ride.
What I dream of is not what is real.
It just don't matter how I really feel.

I looked to the distant vision we concieved, I have delighted in all we feed.! whence we threw our lives too dust, I created a sword for you to thrust. a heart i seached for thee to feel. whence my emotions you do steal. I care not for thee today,or of yesteryear, you name i dare to mutter clear. It took a life to pass before we ever believed, "visions we dare but see ,never share or for that concieve...!

Bull@#$%!!
Didn't Al tell you how to do that?
If you come back late from break I'm writing you up
You won't get hired on here if you don't eat Johnson's brats.
I don't need the exercise, so enough with the burning holes.
Why did you do that?
We'll come to you either way if you are or are not hired on
Why did you take so long to clean those windows?
I want to know who was the one that knocked my files all over!
They said no cheese! Go in the back and clean up!
I can hear those kids all the way in my office!
I'm telling the principal on you!
Did you steal my scanner?
If you don't start picking 9 lines an hour you'll be fired!
Moon lost a finger.
Do you like your job?
We need more pans!
Does anyone have any questions?
Work safe and don't get run over.
You're not allowed to stand around, stay busy!
I got goosed with a metal rod, what should I do?
Do you take a shower every day?
Did you use the n word?
Are you consistent with discipline?

Who can they be?
Whomever they be
It includes you and me.
For poetry is the heart of our being
What we feel and what we are seeing..
It need'nt be real but does not make it false.
We can be naked wit,h no shame
light a fire with no flame
Be in love, never knowing who they are,
Wish upon a star.
A rpoet can hear the roaring of the sea
When the Sea is not around,
Hear the singing of a Whale
ause we know it by its sound.
We can dance on a cloud on a clouddless day,
slide on the snow on a summer;s day
we treat ourselves along with the world
In every word we write
For that is how we know
That all our words have might!

"peace! WHERE ART THOU?" I SCREAMED.
Peace said "Here I am, on the other side of hurt."
"What are you doing so far away?"
"How long the journey depends on you."
I am but a beacon of the troubled mind,
The white lining on the stony ridge of chaos,
Beckoning the soul to seek itself.
I am a gift you must seek me out.
But the mote is the hurdle you must leap.
So get jumping!"
"And so, getting through the mire of loss gives
You the practice of acquiring peace?"
"Yes, tap your Spirit to sustain,
Until the journey ends.
And loss and hurt fold into Peace."

THE TOWERS OF QUAYSIDE; NOW THERE'S A REAL JOKE! THEY'LL HIRE MUSLIM TERRORISTS; BUT NO DOWN AND OUT; IN NEED OF A JOB, GIMOKE! THE SUPERVISORS ARE SUPPOSEDLY THERE TO SERVE THE MASSES; BUT THEY ARE CONTENT ON PASSING THE HOURS; SITTING ON THEIR BIG FAT ASSES! TWO MUSLIMS; FATHER AND SON; WHO JUST CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NIGHT TO BE DONE! I WAS STATIONED AT THE FRONT GATE AND BECAUSE OF MY PERSONALITY; THE INCOMING TRAFFIC; WOULD GLADLY, WAIT! ALTHOUGH I WAS FIRED FOR LOVING ANIMALS, AND WEARING A FOREVER SMILE; I HELD MY HEAD UP HIGH; AND WENT OUT WITH LAUGHTER; AND NOT A SIGH! I'M SURE THE RESIDENTS WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS GUARD; WHO THROUGH HIS CARING MANNER; SET THE TOWERS ON FIRE! I'M SURE THE LORD WILL TRUELY BLESS ME; THE FRONT GATE MESSIAH!

I could've had religion
but I loved God too much
I could've fought for a living
in boxing rings and such

but I guess we are who we are
and we can't outrun ourselves
and the traits that make us rounded
are often stored in others shelves

I could've been kinder
to the girls that shared my bed
I couldve talked and listened
and let some inside in my head

but the world's an inverted question mark
pointing to the east
and the sum of every good I've done
is balanced on a beast

the more dangerous the obstacle
the more determined I am in tone
see I've always been a protector
to every soul I've known

for work I mind for money
the wealthy and great
the affluent and healthy
beneath the cloak of fate

at home i shroud my family
by planning and device
a shield of hard experience
deep roots untouched by ice

I couldve had a different life
I couldve been carefree
I couldve swam in lukewarm ways
but I chose the Atlantic sea

as cold as knives each morning
as salt it licks my scars
I see the dawn's reflection
in a billion floating stars

I used to work a 40 hour week for a livin
But now it's 54 hours this week
66 hours next week
Lots of extra money
But
I don't care about all of that
All I really want is my forty hours a week back
The money does add up
For those who enjoy being there then good for them
I don't like that place at all
It really is painful for me to be there any hours above the 40
Pain from the mean people, my hurt knees, feet, back, and head
Lack of sleep
Just being tired of being around all these fellas I'd wish I had never known
With the dollar losing it's value daily
It's no wonder many feel that working 40 hours a week for a livin
Just ain't a livin
It's just scraping by