Last Commented Work Poems (218)

IM WAITING FOR SOMEONE.

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

chocolate daises melt in the sun

The Girl at the Town Dump!

The girl at the Town Dump is unbeknownst to me

Beckons all with a friendly smile to launch their hectic day!

Starting the day with a simple enjoyable, how are you?

Isn’t it a pleasurable way when a total stranger ~ that can do!

You look around and there you see

A bit different at the dumpster since her coming
A friendly face but that’s not all

She sweeps up the loose trash that has been displaced and throws it in the dumpster putting it in it‘s dirty place!

Of course you don’t want to eat upon it’s dumpy shores but it is better then walking in muck & mire

Hey! It’s a place to throw out trash and stuff
and even that defective worn out tire

We have a smiling housekeeper at our dump
married to her town dump job

She treats the residence of our town proud as she makes it one of the pleasantest dumps around

This dedication is to the unsung town hero’s that make Life worthwhile!

The Janitor Poet ~JimEee

Sounds of a great mountain roar
trembling echoes
a shaking voice,
flooding down the face
a river of tears
inside each drop
treasured sparkling crystals
pearl jewels weep.

Brings new life
honey as joy sweetly blushing
desires your beauty ,
Crowned queen of the flies bouquet colors,
a butterfly dances floats upon a sun lighting rays,
touching inside with warm wings
sweeping an angel.

Sweet gently skipping desire
hot pulse beats star lighting passion
glows behind the jewels,
baby you shine beautifully bright
when the thunder roars
beast of reality natures lion.

Loves arrow strikes
deeply blushing red
under a pink moon ,
sweetly embracing together
kissing forever spirit of the night
sparkling always uniting under your love,
when our dream becomes true
into eternity hand in hand
one masterpiece
walking to paradise
adoring the picture within you.

Why is it so that they seem to not know,
The answer to their question was definitely no?
You tell them once, you tell them twice,
Your anger grows after telling them thrice.

But they continue with the badgering,
Hoping to con you out of your thing.
To them it's nothing but a game,
Their parents probably do the same.

More than a game it is their hustle,
To them the mouth is their working muscle.
They could have what you have gotten,
The meaning of work they have forgotten.

They also don't seem to be able to save,
For if they did they would not crave,
To have that which I did conserve,
They're lying beggars, I did observe.

Maybe it's because they're lazy you see,
I just wish they'd quit bothering me.
As they continue they keep getting louder,
Until you want to fill them with gunpowder.

Their badgering seems to be persistent,
In saying no I am very consistent.
Once they realize that you wont budge,
It pleases them to hold a grudge.

It is not long before they return,
They pester you without any concern.
You always seem to have something they want,
And to get it they begin to whine and grunt.

In saying this I have not lied,
To see what would happen if I tried.
I asked of one to see how he'd act,
The dude almost died of a heart attack.

Bob had to leave
It wasn't his choice
He had to because the management didn't like him
He knew his job
He showed up every day
He was fun to work with
But they said he was over on his hours by three hours
Why do the good workers get trashed
And the bad workers stay forever
I've seen it too many times that it makes you wonder
Why does it seem that the bad people prosper
Is it some kind of sick joke?
I will miss Bob
I'll miss his jokes
I'll miss his company
I'll have to go on work Monday without him
Work has always sucked
Maybe it's because people like Bob find some way of dissappearing

Here I am looking at this paper and holding a pen,
trying to think of something to write about again.
But every time I try, I just come up blank,
As if there is nothing life in my think tank.

I use to be good at this, this writing thing,
it use to be I could write about anything.
Now I can barely scribble out a couple lines,
and think about how this is all just a wast of time.

Even now I staring at the clock,
only because I can't think of an original thought.
So I look at the tv and what do I see,
just my reflection looking back at me.

So maybe it's time to give up on this writing thing,
even though I love it more then anything.
Or maybe I'll sit and stare at the clock,
wishing I could get out of this writers block.

I love all kinds of music
It has helped me through the years
getting me through some hard times
and has cleared away my tears
from classical to heavy metal
I have time for all
for when you pump it loud enough
you can really have a ball
Music has done so much for me
through sickness or when alone
I pretend that sometimes i'm the one
thats singing on the microphone
or maybe a little air guitar never goes astray
the reason I said air guitar
you wouldn't pay to hear me play
So i will leave it to the professionals
for I think it's best for all
I am better at being D.J.
to get the people on the floor

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!