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Everyday I drag my feet
For a job I no longer like
Stressing, boring and thankless.
My boss is a rude, miserable man.
The staff are set to robotic mode
I'm different and feel I don't fit
Someone take me away from this awful place
Take me to where nature is full
Where my heart can beat normally
Where I can smile truly - not this fake rubbish I do
WHere I can find serenity in a day - I wanna be me.
For a job I no longer like
Stressing, boring and thankless.
My boss is a rude, miserable man.
The staff are set to robotic mode
I'm different and feel I don't fit
Someone take me away from this awful place
Take me to where nature is full
Where my heart can beat normally
Where I can smile truly - not this fake rubbish I do
WHere I can find serenity in a day - I wanna be me.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Wrote this today... I don't like my job.. can you tell??time is there ever a enough
Time to awake and create a substantial income for my family and mate
is there enough time to appreciate my faith which I took time to gather and make I had the patience to wait for my mate which we both had the patience and time for a family to create now if it's not preplanned pre-ordered our prearranged I have no time for such things I have some time but not much time may be a little time there's always next time but always on borrowed time when will I find the time. If it's not routine are work related it really seems that time is outdated we must take the time to understand the purpose
of the motivation that help us crack the surface of organizing our time to make time
to make what's oh so necessary not secondary to appreciate what we have and make legendary so it can always be timeless
is there enough time to appreciate my faith which I took time to gather and make I had the patience to wait for my mate which we both had the patience and time for a family to create now if it's not preplanned pre-ordered our prearranged I have no time for such things I have some time but not much time may be a little time there's always next time but always on borrowed time when will I find the time. If it's not routine are work related it really seems that time is outdated we must take the time to understand the purpose
of the motivation that help us crack the surface of organizing our time to make time
to make what's oh so necessary not secondary to appreciate what we have and make legendary so it can always be timeless
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
just my thoughts
tattoo me up
tattoo of a dove tells of true love,
one of a dagger bellows the hurt endured,
two of spades a gamblers life,
three blind monkeys tell of three dumb signs,
four of spades tells of great good luck,
a pot of gold shall reveal a green irish man ,
tattoo me up tattoo me up a story shall be told,
fading will tell the story of old and color shows us all the new hype,
bart or donald marked shows that a bad boy doth exist,
punky brewster or matilda on the wrist a sign a bad girl doth exist,
from cartoons to fish to the man on the moon these tattoos take their place as each and every one doth use some space,
when asked watch their face a smile can be seen from space as the
picture is a book a story to be told for good.
one of a dagger bellows the hurt endured,
two of spades a gamblers life,
three blind monkeys tell of three dumb signs,
four of spades tells of great good luck,
a pot of gold shall reveal a green irish man ,
tattoo me up tattoo me up a story shall be told,
fading will tell the story of old and color shows us all the new hype,
bart or donald marked shows that a bad boy doth exist,
punky brewster or matilda on the wrist a sign a bad girl doth exist,
from cartoons to fish to the man on the moon these tattoos take their place as each and every one doth use some space,
when asked watch their face a smile can be seen from space as the
picture is a book a story to be told for good.
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
well i love tattoo`s and my first and own design i done on my leg has the following words "every tat is a mans story" its a one of a kind as is my poetry. please enjoy
Feeling the Pain
Backstabber got me bumped to the Weil
That word makes me feel like someone cut out my soul with a spoon
It never gets better
I just am resigned to a simple fact
People are mean
And they really enjoy screwing with you
I am certainly not alone
I have another I work with who is getting it too
She wouldn't even be working if not for her husband losing his job
He used to make over 150 grand a year till he was replaced by an Indian
The new employee would only need 70 grand
I don't know if the covid crisis was manufactured out of just meanness
Did China decide to ruin us?
Or did the governments of the world decide to wage a world war
A war against everybody
Everybody, that is that isn't a billionaire
That word makes me feel like someone cut out my soul with a spoon
It never gets better
I just am resigned to a simple fact
People are mean
And they really enjoy screwing with you
I am certainly not alone
I have another I work with who is getting it too
She wouldn't even be working if not for her husband losing his job
He used to make over 150 grand a year till he was replaced by an Indian
The new employee would only need 70 grand
I don't know if the covid crisis was manufactured out of just meanness
Did China decide to ruin us?
Or did the governments of the world decide to wage a world war
A war against everybody
Everybody, that is that isn't a billionaire
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Bummed out again, at least I got to go home three hours early.The Co-Worker
He’s younger
A bit of a rebel
I assume by his self inflicted
Tattoos
"Love"
"Hate"
On each arm
Other symbols I don’t
Recognize
Still…
Very handsome
Refined visage
Fans of fringed eyelashes
And we flirt
An excuse to “high-five”
To steal a touch
Hands warm and soft
He is edgy or
Not
We look at each other across
The room
We pass
As if we are strangers
Still…
He drops what he is doing
To help me with my work
A gentleman in hiding
And I knew where to look
A bit of a rebel
I assume by his self inflicted
Tattoos
"Love"
"Hate"
On each arm
Other symbols I don’t
Recognize
Still…
Very handsome
Refined visage
Fans of fringed eyelashes
And we flirt
An excuse to “high-five”
To steal a touch
Hands warm and soft
He is edgy or
Not
We look at each other across
The room
We pass
As if we are strangers
Still…
He drops what he is doing
To help me with my work
A gentleman in hiding
And I knew where to look
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
There is a man at work who is a bit intriguing. Twenty years my junior, still, the attraction, I think, is mutual.
Silent Mode
For in the still of the night
i creep in not even to let
another see me as if to blend
into the building like a wall
in motion.
Trying not to say a word.
Trying not to be heard.
Never expecting anyone to
know it is me and i here.
Being so quiet in all that
i do never to allow them to
see where i am here.
Being so quiet in all that i do
never to allow them to see where
i am or whom i work for.
Not a word comes from me as i
silently lurk around the corner.
Seeing if my entrance and exit
can be silently unseen.
For only my existence here is
know by only me and the one
i work for.
For then it is successful.
i creep in not even to let
another see me as if to blend
into the building like a wall
in motion.
Trying not to say a word.
Trying not to be heard.
Never expecting anyone to
know it is me and i here.
Being so quiet in all that
i do never to allow them to
see where i am here.
Being so quiet in all that i do
never to allow them to see where
i am or whom i work for.
Not a word comes from me as i
silently lurk around the corner.
Seeing if my entrance and exit
can be silently unseen.
For only my existence here is
know by only me and the one
i work for.
For then it is successful.
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Posted: Feb 2013
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The Automobile Mechanic
The automobile mechanic was originally
a car owner who carried out his own repairs
during the turn of the 19th Century.
These days, it is a person who endeavors to fix
the car problems of the everyday motorist
he is part engineer, detective, and miracle worker
all rolled into one, when the motorist expects their car
virtually fixed at a moment's notice.
He is truly a modern day unsung hero to most
who keep their car in tip top condition
although the mechanic seldom gets
the credit that he or she rightly deserves.
a car owner who carried out his own repairs
during the turn of the 19th Century.
These days, it is a person who endeavors to fix
the car problems of the everyday motorist
he is part engineer, detective, and miracle worker
all rolled into one, when the motorist expects their car
virtually fixed at a moment's notice.
He is truly a modern day unsung hero to most
who keep their car in tip top condition
although the mechanic seldom gets
the credit that he or she rightly deserves.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
A true story that happens everyday, it is self explanetary and they are without a doubt an important part of all our lifestyles today.Supreme Court Initiatives
EVERY EMPLOYER MUST HAVE THE ABILITY TO SUPPLY HAND-WRITTEN
APPLICATIONS DUE TO THE INDIVIDUALITY RIGHTFULLY GRANTED
TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
COMPUTER APPLICATIONS AND RESUMES HAVE THE
POTENTIAL FOR THE GREATEST OF DISCRIMINATION THIS COUNTRY
DOES NOT DESERVE TO INFLICT UPON ITSELF
SIGNED... ALL CITIZENS
APPLICATIONS DUE TO THE INDIVIDUALITY RIGHTFULLY GRANTED
TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
COMPUTER APPLICATIONS AND RESUMES HAVE THE
POTENTIAL FOR THE GREATEST OF DISCRIMINATION THIS COUNTRY
DOES NOT DESERVE TO INFLICT UPON ITSELF
SIGNED... ALL CITIZENS
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Posted: Oct 2012
Post Commentuntitled
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
While the old lady sings of love, long lost.
Undulating fervour takes us to three,
In the morning, cold now,
you cling to me
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Posted: Jun 2009
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photocopier down
pushed button,
pushed button,
nothing,
panel,
open doors,
kick,
huff,
someone,
please.
pushed button,
nothing,
panel,
open doors,
kick,
huff,
someone,
please.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
my experience of a photocopier that does not workPoems 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.
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