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Coworkers
You freak me out!
You have no idea how hard it is to be around you
You told me how you punched your boyfriend in the face
Another girl talks gossip nonstop
This guy is taking weed and hails from Chicago
This other guy look like he just entered this country illegally
Why do you have a purple mowhawk?
You have tattoos all over your arms
What do they all mean?
I'm afraid to ask
I'm afraid you'll yell at me
I can't think
I can't breathe
I'm shell shocked
When will this work shift end so I can be away from all of you
Where I can be at peace
Where I can be safe
Some are nice
But they leave too soon
They are too few
I wish I didn't feel this way
I really do
But here I stand
Waiting for the bell to ring
It is 3:00 P.M.
Yeah!
You have no idea how hard it is to be around you
You told me how you punched your boyfriend in the face
Another girl talks gossip nonstop
This guy is taking weed and hails from Chicago
This other guy look like he just entered this country illegally
Why do you have a purple mowhawk?
You have tattoos all over your arms
What do they all mean?
I'm afraid to ask
I'm afraid you'll yell at me
I can't think
I can't breathe
I'm shell shocked
When will this work shift end so I can be away from all of you
Where I can be at peace
Where I can be safe
Some are nice
But they leave too soon
They are too few
I wish I didn't feel this way
I really do
But here I stand
Waiting for the bell to ring
It is 3:00 P.M.
Yeah!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Just ragging about my job, but it could be any of the jobs I have had. Social interaction has always been a real crapper for me. I was asked what I liked best about my job. I answered the ride home.
Rhyming is the challenge
Here reading some of your precious poems,
However most are missing the rhyming prose!
Rhyming is the challenge to a poem indeed,
Yet parallel words have to rhyme and accede.
I can take your poems and use each and every word,
Sure I can rewrite your poems with a rhyming bond.
Take your time and rhyme your wonderful thought,
Give essence to your poetry and a comfort fraught.
However most are missing the rhyming prose!
Rhyming is the challenge to a poem indeed,
Yet parallel words have to rhyme and accede.
I can take your poems and use each and every word,
Sure I can rewrite your poems with a rhyming bond.
Take your time and rhyme your wonderful thought,
Give essence to your poetry and a comfort fraught.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Perhaps I am wrong but as a poetic ambassador,to me poetry is rhymingNew to this site, I just thought to give my two cents worth
A Farmer's Rule of Thumb
Only drops of sweat beating off my brow
On long simmering days of summer heat
Won't fail a heart in content up to now
Withers away my spirits in defeat
Bucket by bucket from a well running dry
Carefully spilt onto each tender plant
Soaks into the earth must give it a try
Enough to hold on be ever so scant
Hope is forecast looks promising for rain
Back to the fields with a hoe in my hand
Pulling more weeds and fertilize again
Cause now is the time to make a firm stand
Success or failure when rains at last come
Counts how you measure with a rule of thumb
On long simmering days of summer heat
Won't fail a heart in content up to now
Withers away my spirits in defeat
Bucket by bucket from a well running dry
Carefully spilt onto each tender plant
Soaks into the earth must give it a try
Enough to hold on be ever so scant
Hope is forecast looks promising for rain
Back to the fields with a hoe in my hand
Pulling more weeds and fertilize again
Cause now is the time to make a firm stand
Success or failure when rains at last come
Counts how you measure with a rule of thumb
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
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.Job Rap
Toasting a bun
Making a pickle run
Could you please
Get me more cheese
They need this today so
Get me more mayo
I got to be careful with the blade so
I'm slicing a tomato
Don't cook that patty too long underneath
Or the old lady will be saying where's the beef?
I'm not getting rich
Cause I'm making a sandwich
Fast food fast food
I'm in the mood
For more and more food
Fast food fast food
Forget about that diet so
I'll make it a combo
Fries Fries
Gotta get more ketchup
Don't forget the soda
I'm eating in my Toyota
Making a pickle run
Could you please
Get me more cheese
They need this today so
Get me more mayo
I got to be careful with the blade so
I'm slicing a tomato
Don't cook that patty too long underneath
Or the old lady will be saying where's the beef?
I'm not getting rich
Cause I'm making a sandwich
Fast food fast food
I'm in the mood
For more and more food
Fast food fast food
Forget about that diet so
I'll make it a combo
Fries Fries
Gotta get more ketchup
Don't forget the soda
I'm eating in my Toyota
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
I used to work at Hardee's from 1988- 1993. I was so disgusted with the job and the low pay I didn't even give a two week notice. I just walked in and placed my uniforms on the counter and left. The average fast food worker will stay on for about four months. I stayed four years and four months.Employee Chart 1966-2015
Number of employees hired by year
2015 18 2002 6 1989 5 Total employees 405
2014 57 2001 1 1988 3 Largest hire year 2007
2013 61 2000 7 1987 4
2012 6 1999 11 1986 1
2011 10 1998 11 1985 0
2010 1 1997 9 1984 2
2009 0 1996 6 1979 10
2008 24 1995 2 1978 6
2007 62 1994 7 1977 6
2006 22 1993 8 1976 2
2005 8 1992 2 1974 1
2004 13 1991 2 1966 1
2003 5 1990 5
2015 18 2002 6 1989 5 Total employees 405
2014 57 2001 1 1988 3 Largest hire year 2007
2013 61 2000 7 1987 4
2012 6 1999 11 1986 1
2011 10 1998 11 1985 0
2010 1 1997 9 1984 2
2009 0 1996 6 1979 10
2008 24 1995 2 1978 6
2007 62 1994 7 1977 6
2006 22 1993 8 1976 2
2005 8 1992 2 1974 1
2004 13 1991 2 1966 1
2003 5 1990 5
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
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.Moses and Management
Over 3,300 years ago there lived a man named Moses
He believed in making a six day work week
With Sunday as a day of rest
He also made sure they had enough to eat
These were slaves that he gave these rights
They made no money off of their work
But he saw the positive effect of letting people rest
This gave them hope
This restored their health
They why in 2015 are people forced to work on Sunday
For the same reasons the pharaohs did it 3,300 years ago
Power and greed
He believed in making a six day work week
With Sunday as a day of rest
He also made sure they had enough to eat
These were slaves that he gave these rights
They made no money off of their work
But he saw the positive effect of letting people rest
This gave them hope
This restored their health
They why in 2015 are people forced to work on Sunday
For the same reasons the pharaohs did it 3,300 years ago
Power and greed
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
I worked over four hours on Palm Sunday. At least I didn't work eight.
Longhills Hall.
Once we journeyed to explore
the Northern icy roar,
flushed with childish infancy
it ways ourselves to see,
quiet treasures there did find,
unknown before to Southern minds,
amidst some spinney green lit grove,
nature's splendour carefully wove,
where scented thoughts belong,
the noble artistry of nature's song,
now interned in a murky bower,
grandeur's fire now turned sour,
here, Longhill's jewel wrapt in cloak,
by stately Beech, Ash and Oak,
masked in all its misty gloom,
as a dying flower that once did bloom,
now eroding time of all that's left,
awaits the lingering pain of death,
yet fervently and proudly still
stands the monarch of this captive hill,
in quiet lines of beauty's grace,
its architect with care did trace,
and ancient man with mason's pride,
his sculptured craft with skill applied,
with visions belief as God adores,
like oft their fathers did before,
artisans, butlers, maids and all,
were naught but puppets to this Hall,
Alas! They long since have gone away,
alone, to life's fast fading day;
still, lofty trees stand guard the door,
their leafy shadows seemingly implore
some guardian fate, that fate may know,
with torch, to renew its fired glow,
With fear my burning heart grew cold,
knowing youth lay in some distant fold,
along with flowers of springtime spent,
Alas! Naught have I to employ,
nor sinful wealth its spoils enjoy,
but there is time yet to live,
an English heart it breath to give,
so, not whilst I breathe,
shall ruinous time conceive
the erosion or the fall,
the history of Longhills Hall.
the Northern icy roar,
flushed with childish infancy
it ways ourselves to see,
quiet treasures there did find,
unknown before to Southern minds,
amidst some spinney green lit grove,
nature's splendour carefully wove,
where scented thoughts belong,
the noble artistry of nature's song,
now interned in a murky bower,
grandeur's fire now turned sour,
here, Longhill's jewel wrapt in cloak,
by stately Beech, Ash and Oak,
masked in all its misty gloom,
as a dying flower that once did bloom,
now eroding time of all that's left,
awaits the lingering pain of death,
yet fervently and proudly still
stands the monarch of this captive hill,
in quiet lines of beauty's grace,
its architect with care did trace,
and ancient man with mason's pride,
his sculptured craft with skill applied,
with visions belief as God adores,
like oft their fathers did before,
artisans, butlers, maids and all,
were naught but puppets to this Hall,
Alas! They long since have gone away,
alone, to life's fast fading day;
still, lofty trees stand guard the door,
their leafy shadows seemingly implore
some guardian fate, that fate may know,
with torch, to renew its fired glow,
With fear my burning heart grew cold,
knowing youth lay in some distant fold,
along with flowers of springtime spent,
Alas! Naught have I to employ,
nor sinful wealth its spoils enjoy,
but there is time yet to live,
an English heart it breath to give,
so, not whilst I breathe,
shall ruinous time conceive
the erosion or the fall,
the history of Longhills Hall.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
This poem reflects the first emotional impression of what was once a stately noble Hall that boasted of Royal connections, yet left for some 40years to decay to a point of almost no return, it was as though I had been sent into this world for the express purpose of restoring its crumbling state, which indeed I did so single handed over a twenty year period. Longhills Hall now stands proud once again.
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 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
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
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Posted: Sep 2010
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The Bittersweet Pill
Catch your breath
Open up and swallow air
The waves of the future
are fast approaching.
Kicking against the current
stretch arm over arm
swim, else drown
in the salt of tears,
the bittersweet pill of survival
clutched in our hands.
Laughter rings from within
conference-room walls
knowing the shoals
of year’s end closing
were safely navigated
sails slightly tattered
billowing in winter’s breeze.
Yet, frigid winds blow
outside our doors
waiting to ice spring plans.
Made instruments of our own demise,
then it will be the hemlock
that comes to our lips.
Open up and swallow air
The waves of the future
are fast approaching.
Kicking against the current
stretch arm over arm
swim, else drown
in the salt of tears,
the bittersweet pill of survival
clutched in our hands.
Laughter rings from within
conference-room walls
knowing the shoals
of year’s end closing
were safely navigated
sails slightly tattered
billowing in winter’s breeze.
Yet, frigid winds blow
outside our doors
waiting to ice spring plans.
Made instruments of our own demise,
then it will be the hemlock
that comes to our lips.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
layoffs at work survived, for nowDaydream
When I'm at work
I close my eyes
When I feel pain
From other guys
Whenever I want to
All I have to do is daydream
Day dream dream dream
Dream dream
I can make her mine
Kiss her lips of wine
Any time night or day
Only trouble is
Gee wiz
I'm dreaming my life away
Dream dream day dream
I close my eyes
When I feel pain
From other guys
Whenever I want to
All I have to do is daydream
Day dream dream dream
Dream dream
I can make her mine
Kiss her lips of wine
Any time night or day
Only trouble is
Gee wiz
I'm dreaming my life away
Dream dream day dream
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Another painful day at work, this song came to mind.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.
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