Work Poems (218)

“Live free n easy with no resentment”

Oh what a careless statement
I don't think that's even possible
In a world that casts judgment
So quick to accuse when challenged to a duel

A cowardly try to get you to cry
Even when your feelings were feared
You're not there to be sheared
And laughs when you're made the fool
Since they have the power to be cruel

Heed the signs or cast the stone
Ignoring the screaming groans
When you're the one cut to the bone
Then expect your help in return

Will I get some imput here, lets see

Are you a natural blonde
Colour Hair
Colour eyes
Open minded
Colour Eye Brows

How do you identify a natural blonde...........Continue

There's a story let me tell you
That happened some time back
So grab a stump and listen
'Bout a D9 Cat. and Matt.
It was '08 round September
And the word had just come through
'Bout some fellers that were coming
To do an interview

They were from a publication
From France across the sea
And arranged to take some photos
Of the Cat.D9 and me
So we did the picture bit OK...
They were awestruck at the 'C'
Then it came at last to my turn
To tell them about me

So I told what they needed
And how to drive the Cat.
Explained about the blade plough
The seeder an' all that
How we rake the country
Before we start to sow
They were speechless as I rambled
Till I gave them both a go

At driving from the cabin
How to turn and twist and back
By the time that they had finished
I think they had the 'knack"
Still silent from the action
They were lost at what to say
But were happy with their efforts
Of their 'drive the Cat' display

Some time later we all parted
Me back to my job
For I must keep the hours up
And earn an honest 'bob'
Then came the time the boss came out
A magazine for me to see
In centre fold was Cat.D9
And large as life was me

The pictures didn't look so bad
The Cat. looked good and clean
And there was 'Matt' as bold as brass
The centre of the scene
Then I looked at all the writing
Gave a squawk of sheer dismay
It was in French... the whole damn lot
What it said I could not say

Then one day while in Roma
I said to my friend 'Pete'
About to print some photos
From the Magazine to keep
And he said just leave it with me
He knew a lady he could see
That could translate into English
The story here for me

So he got it all translated
It was done down at 'SURAT
And I was so so excited
About the story an' all that
So I made a deal and offered
To shout Dinner and a yarn
With the Lady and her Hubby
And her friend called 'Christianne'

So in March we had the dinner
It was sad to see it end
For the company was excellent
And now they are my friends
So I went back to my home place
Where rests the D9 Cat.
And they went back to their place
South of Roma ...to SURAT

M. B. Poems 2012

Do you know what it is like
to work all day for no pay?
Do you know what it is like
to bust my butt for only
25 dollars?
It makes me feel like i am
not worth anything but i
try to know better.
I just wish for a real job
only certain hours per day
to earn my pay.
I have been everywhere to
apply for a job, but none
do they seem to have
around here for me.
It is due to the bad economy.
I wish to lift my self up but
that just does not seem to be
for i need a job you see.

Empty building
all around
Empty walls
Empty sound
Scarceness
all over here
letting us know
the ECONOMY
has HIT a new
L O W.
POVERTY
Rearing it's
ugly head
causing your
TOWN
to g o
D E A D.
HOPING
PRAYING
that it will
REVIVE
at last not
KNOWING
what is to
be for our
TOWN
ME.
For the
PEOPLE
in this town
want it to
STAY
SOLID
SOUND
They wish for
it to become
a new all
ESTABLISHED
BEAUTIFUL
TOO.

toys are bought n played till they break,
boys are made of sugar n spices to burn the hearts of their wifes,
girls are made from sweats and flowers to destroy the lifes of their men,
pets are made adorable only to eat their masters hands,
winds were created to destroy mankind ,
but most off them all is metal made to destruct the bones of men whom turn it to machinary,
cars bikes and trucks were made to creat a lesson to be learnt by each individual,
lessons of life that hurt but yet make a persons great heart whole.

the roads all clear not a possum in sight only the deer on the other side,
sun has almost set and home is near how thy love ones i hold in my heart so tight,
a sudden hit from mike tyson leaves the blackness of the dark night upon my white skin,
awoken up with help from angels high within the sky and sexy nurses from within side,
thank god for the egg upon thy head for it helped me survive to live again,
now safety my dearest friends is made up of life angels and most of all your children held within your heart,
safety is the key to life gear up be safe n love for all those u hold tight n dear within side

The dance floor was empty until the pink vest crew walked on
We danced to everything no matter what song
We danced with the cool guys
Watch where their hands go! (A word from the wise)
We danced with the guys who came alone
And we danced with the girls who took pictures with us with their phones
Keeping the dance floor alive was our job and we did it so well
We dragged everyone from off the walls and got them dancing to the DJ
We handed out flyers at the front persuading guys and girls to come in all night and day

As the night closed we had a dancing competition on stage
I never felt so happy
But this job comes with a lot of controversy
Bad opinions and negative views
I made £400 in one night
Doing things I’d usually do for free
Drinking a few and dancing with every lonely guy I see

Maybe the job is bad and the money has me in denial
But for my first time being a Pink vest girl it was definitely worthwhile.

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In my heart there is a fire
Verily, In my soul a light
In my mind I keep you ever
For you my strength and might.

I stood at the edge of the Abyss
As deeper I looked
Ever darker it was
Cold is the night of your absence.

I walked where angels fear to tread
Nary I escaped the maddening grip
Of the knowledge of good and evil
I called out your name but sadly no reply.

I wandered through desert wildrness
I could take no pleasure for thought of you
A vast ocean between us
I am shipwrecked for your love.

I lay on my bed of sorrow
The fire ever burning,
The fever in my bones
I will search again tomorrow.

But I woke this night
To the sound of my name
I oped my eyes ...no one was there
Sadly this must be a dream.

Then I heard my name once more
And felt a touch of warmth
Brush across my face confused
.....Tis" I be not afraid.

A ship sails through astral bays
The Erne soars over misty waves
A silver plate after a golden bowl
A seamless curtain without a fold.

The wick of life flickers speedily
As the waxen heart grows cold
Pane of the soul thrown open
By the angel of the Northeast

A ship full of worthless treasure
Sinks to the depths of unknown fathoms
The memory of a Captain trapped in his quarters
Forever in the tombs of Davy Jones locker......

While my Darling scans the horizon for Edens twilight
The scent of my twin soul in the whisper of the wind
Take me to the shore where my lover abides
A Golden Dawn alights from an emerald sea.....

As the turtle-dove flies through the window of Heaven
There lies the silouhette of my beautiful swan.
The cry of the Bean Sidhe and pay it no mind
For at last I have found you , you were there all the time.