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A Franklin and a Lincoln
A Franklin and a Lincoln
That's the money I had extra over a year ago
Benjamin Franklin equals 100 dollars
Abraham Lincoln equals five dollars
Some people are still waiting to get hired on
They don't get the extra money I do
They deserve to have a Benjamin and a Franklin too
There are a lot of people out there not getting a fair shake
They are let go with no fault of their own
They have to start over again and again as companies play their games
If we keep an employee on too long it will cost us a lot of money
If we can keep hiring new employees then we will make a pile
Where does all this money go?
Who is cashing in at the expense of these poor souls?
So I made some extra money
Big deal
I missed my rest
I missed my video gaming and dvd watching
I missed my peace and quiet
All for a Franklin and a Lincoln
That's the money I had extra over a year ago
Benjamin Franklin equals 100 dollars
Abraham Lincoln equals five dollars
Some people are still waiting to get hired on
They don't get the extra money I do
They deserve to have a Benjamin and a Franklin too
There are a lot of people out there not getting a fair shake
They are let go with no fault of their own
They have to start over again and again as companies play their games
If we keep an employee on too long it will cost us a lot of money
If we can keep hiring new employees then we will make a pile
Where does all this money go?
Who is cashing in at the expense of these poor souls?
So I made some extra money
Big deal
I missed my rest
I missed my video gaming and dvd watching
I missed my peace and quiet
All for a Franklin and a Lincoln
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Worked another mandatory overtime day today. I would much rather just put in my forty and be done with it. Actually I rather win the lottery and not have to put up with it at all.Chair Lift Operator
I see them go by
The hottest women
They wear their hats
They wear their smiles
They wear their expensive ski outfits
They live in a world of plesure
I live in a world of low wages
I get jealous of them
jealous of their beauty
jealous of their joy
jealous of their families and friends
I get to ski for free
I have to ski alone
I don't have anyone to share it with
I eat my pretzel m+m's, combos, cheese, and summer sausage
I drink my free mt. dew and hot cocoa
I sit and watch for them to fall
I stop the chairlift and help them up
I wish I could be doing what they are doing
I watch the kid bounce the chair
I grow weary of the rich people
I look at my watch as the minutes slowly tick by
I feel grateful for having an easy job
I see it is time to go
I shovel some snow on the ramp
I drive home on Blackjack Road
It's twists and turns are dangerous
Five deer walk out from the woods and I miss them
I call in today to find I can have the day off
I wonder when the snow will melt and I will be done
The hottest women
They wear their hats
They wear their smiles
They wear their expensive ski outfits
They live in a world of plesure
I live in a world of low wages
I get jealous of them
jealous of their beauty
jealous of their joy
jealous of their families and friends
I get to ski for free
I have to ski alone
I don't have anyone to share it with
I eat my pretzel m+m's, combos, cheese, and summer sausage
I drink my free mt. dew and hot cocoa
I sit and watch for them to fall
I stop the chairlift and help them up
I wish I could be doing what they are doing
I watch the kid bounce the chair
I grow weary of the rich people
I look at my watch as the minutes slowly tick by
I feel grateful for having an easy job
I see it is time to go
I shovel some snow on the ramp
I drive home on Blackjack Road
It's twists and turns are dangerous
Five deer walk out from the woods and I miss them
I call in today to find I can have the day off
I wonder when the snow will melt and I will be done
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post CommentA Nightmare on Fair Street
One Two
Cummins is coming for you
Three Four
Try to close the doors
Five Six
Grab your tape measure
Seven Eight
Going to have to work real late
Nine Ten
Never sleep again
Cummins is coming for you
Three Four
Try to close the doors
Five Six
Grab your tape measure
Seven Eight
Going to have to work real late
Nine Ten
Never sleep again
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Have worked for over four months now at my job. I have had my time with crappy jobs. If you have a good job, I admire you alot!Just Another Day
Getting Up
It's 5 am on the clock
Taking my shower
Then it's time to towel me off
Getting my lunch ready
More water and pop at the end of my day to reward me
There some beef sticks and garlic chips
There were some Ritz crackers and some cheese spread and olives
There was some bagels and onion and chive cream cheese
An occasional banana or two
Eat a bowl of cereal
Watch some taped shows
Americas Got Talent, What Would You Do?, Judge Judy, Looney Tunes
Drive for 21.5 miles
Singing my songs
The favorite part of my day
Waiting for 15 minutes to walk into work
Reading Dubuque's Telegraph Herald
Punching in
Minds in a fog
Getting yelled at
Screwing up
Getting made fun of by the boss
Feeling like hell
Going on break at 9:15 am
Going on break again at 12:30 pm
Only two more hours
Punching Out at 3 pm
I'm free!
I'm going home!
I'm going to sing in my car and drink Mountain Dew!
I'm happy now!
It's 5 am on the clock
Taking my shower
Then it's time to towel me off
Getting my lunch ready
More water and pop at the end of my day to reward me
There some beef sticks and garlic chips
There were some Ritz crackers and some cheese spread and olives
There was some bagels and onion and chive cream cheese
An occasional banana or two
Eat a bowl of cereal
Watch some taped shows
Americas Got Talent, What Would You Do?, Judge Judy, Looney Tunes
Drive for 21.5 miles
Singing my songs
The favorite part of my day
Waiting for 15 minutes to walk into work
Reading Dubuque's Telegraph Herald
Punching in
Minds in a fog
Getting yelled at
Screwing up
Getting made fun of by the boss
Feeling like hell
Going on break at 9:15 am
Going on break again at 12:30 pm
Only two more hours
Punching Out at 3 pm
I'm free!
I'm going home!
I'm going to sing in my car and drink Mountain Dew!
I'm happy now!
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Had to work again on Saturday. They made us come in late which really sucks. I am used to leaving at 1 pm, and once got to leave at 10 am, that was neat. They have an old Rick Dees Top 40 countdown on from 7 am to 11 am. I listen to that on my first break. One song was Bryan Adams Summer of 69 from 1985.
Road Warrior
Hell has broke free and I face it head on.
Determined to see, and I chase till dawn.
A glare in my eye, pride by my side.
A stare in my eye, deprived not to die.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A tearless road warrior paces in the highway lights.
The demons from hell, begin to surround me.
The creations from hell, sin all that is around thee.
Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons refuse to see, and they create a dead bomb.
I got 10 gears, 18 wheels, and 80,000 pounds of super boom.
I got led steers, thicker than steel, and am wound for super doom.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A careless road warrior dazes, gleamed at the sight.
The demons use snow, ice, wind, as a deterant.
Its very cold, unnice, dim, but I can get through it.
Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons lurk at me, scared and sing they're death bed song.
The wind has pushed, the ice has built, the cold is intense.
Maybe I win, the night has quilted the light, the bold are inmense.
Another tired night passes, but what shall come for the next?
Another might laugh, but what shall come other then a bet?
Another nice day, slept away, for glory or pride?
Another Trucker away, kept okay, for life and you will survive.
Keep the demons down, and the sparkly up,
For another day will bring luck.
Determined to see, and I chase till dawn.
A glare in my eye, pride by my side.
A stare in my eye, deprived not to die.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A tearless road warrior paces in the highway lights.
The demons from hell, begin to surround me.
The creations from hell, sin all that is around thee.
Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons refuse to see, and they create a dead bomb.
I got 10 gears, 18 wheels, and 80,000 pounds of super boom.
I got led steers, thicker than steel, and am wound for super doom.
A fearless road warrior chases in the night.
A careless road warrior dazes, gleamed at the sight.
The demons use snow, ice, wind, as a deterant.
Its very cold, unnice, dim, but I can get through it.
Hell has broke free, and I face it head on.
Demons lurk at me, scared and sing they're death bed song.
The wind has pushed, the ice has built, the cold is intense.
Maybe I win, the night has quilted the light, the bold are inmense.
Another tired night passes, but what shall come for the next?
Another might laugh, but what shall come other then a bet?
Another nice day, slept away, for glory or pride?
Another Trucker away, kept okay, for life and you will survive.
Keep the demons down, and the sparkly up,
For another day will bring luck.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
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 :)
The Mystery Beneath
The mystery beneath
where you can look but not touch;
curiosity seekers want more,
but there’s not much.
A missing WWII plane
found off the Florida coast
has generated much interest
in learning about it's ghost.
Who was on this plane and when did it crash?
The Navy is trying to find the answers
with fingers pointing to a September 1944 splash.
The Sunken Military Act of 2004
is preventing further exploration
on the ocean floor.
There’s a lot of speculation from many it appears;
In search of their long lost loved ones missing for years.
Truth be told in 2012
there’s more to the history
and more to delve.
where you can look but not touch;
curiosity seekers want more,
but there’s not much.
A missing WWII plane
found off the Florida coast
has generated much interest
in learning about it's ghost.
Who was on this plane and when did it crash?
The Navy is trying to find the answers
with fingers pointing to a September 1944 splash.
The Sunken Military Act of 2004
is preventing further exploration
on the ocean floor.
There’s a lot of speculation from many it appears;
In search of their long lost loved ones missing for years.
Truth be told in 2012
there’s more to the history
and more to delve.
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Posted: Jan 2012
Post Comment
Learn The Meaning of Rest
Already is still dark
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Self reflection into a busy life...and a search for its meaning.
Benefits of knowledge
Knowledge is gain, ignorance – loss,
This is what even children know.
We either learn or stay in the dark.
We learn all that is written in books
Through much boredom and toil.
This is what even children know.
We acquire the knowledge
Based on human experience
Through much boredom and toil.
Leaning on progress of old and new
We benefit from the knowledge
Based on human experience.
Equipped with the knowledge
Picked on the road to survival
We benefit from the knowledge.
It being a maxim, as everyone knows,
Knowledge is gain, ignorance – loss,
Picked on the road to survival,
We either learn or stay in the dark.
This is what even children know.
We either learn or stay in the dark.
We learn all that is written in books
Through much boredom and toil.
This is what even children know.
We acquire the knowledge
Based on human experience
Through much boredom and toil.
Leaning on progress of old and new
We benefit from the knowledge
Based on human experience.
Equipped with the knowledge
Picked on the road to survival
We benefit from the knowledge.
It being a maxim, as everyone knows,
Knowledge is gain, ignorance – loss,
Picked on the road to survival,
We either learn or stay in the dark.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
An experimental poem with many deviations, I am sure, as an example of benefits of learning from my fellow poets how to write terzanelles, pantoums, etc. It is up to them to decide whether this particular poem is a terzanelle or not. Any comments are beneficial, therefore very welcome.
STREET PATROL
IT'S MIDNITE AGAIN; TIME TO PATROL THE STREETS! JUST ONE STOP, AT THE LOCAL MART, TO PICK UP, MY EATS! NIGHT PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, BUT INTERESTING TOO! THEY ALL HAVE THEIR STORIES; FROM MANY TO FEW! A YOUNG GIRL, FLAGS ME DOWN; SHE'S SUCH A CUTE HONEY! SHE'S NOT HERE TO CHAT, JUST PICK UP SOME MONEY! I SPEED OFF TO THE NEXT STREET, ON MY CHARIOT OF GOLD! I PUT UP WITH THE ELEMENTS; HEAT,RAIN, AND COLD! THE SUN IS UP, AS I MAKE MY WAY HOME; I SHALL RETURN TONITE, TO THAT BEAUTIFUL, PLEASURE DOME!
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
AFTER AN INTERVIEW WITH A STREET PATROL GUARD, I WROTE THIS!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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