Work Poems (218)

pushed button,
pushed button,
nothing,
panel,
open doors,
kick,
huff,
someone,
please.

We are mired by routine , tangled in between duties and responibuilities, desperate for that moment to come and live life. Precious times when we connect and feel alive , no longer trapped by the trappings of the everyday life.Precious times , may be minutes or weeks , when lifes perfect moments make us complete. We join humanity in the celebration , I offer my thanks for the times I gain , precious and few , to live life again.....

Your mind is frazzled and you're wound up so tight,
Wrapped up in a frame so slender and slight,
You worry so much about the impression you make,
Like a manikin doll cold and so fake.

You dress to say hey look at me!
I'm power personified You wish you were me,
So self-obsessed with all that you've got
Want to be you? I bloody hope not.

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.

I'm up at dawn and the mental gears are engaged,
the day will be long, my schedules been staged.

I've loaded my gear, trailer's ready to roll,
When sun dial hits 7:00, tis my cue to go.

Today is mowing, weed-eating, trimming and blowing
discarded leaves from trees that have been sowing.

Flower beds, homes and yards needing TLC,
assigned by their owners trustingly to me.

Like unmade beds and left over dirty dishes,
where a maid is hired to fulfill their wishes.

My services are rendered in the same intended way
to improve that which is neglected day after day.

The gift of good health to do all my work,
is a blessing from God, and not just a quirk.

To have this job at a time of economic strife,
Pleases me well, but I'd also like a wife!

I've no time to test the waters, to seek, to search
for a beautiful young gal to go with me to church.

So it's here to this site that I turn my attention
to publicly announce that I'm seeking her affection.

I'm a hard worker, fit, reliable and strong,
but to no-one that I'm in love with, do I belong.

'RICH' - I'm NOT!, (but neither am I shamefully poor),
Debt free I am, and 'DEBT' is something I want - NO MORE!

So excuse the attempt I've thrown out in poetic form,
to introduce myself as being available for your charm.

If preferences can be mentioned without insult or pain,
tis a younger, dark haired, slender beauty I hope to gain!

"OK ladies, your turn - I'm waiting!" :-)

My soul searches often , as my feet start to travel the endless miles they tread. I wonder , I wander , to view what compells me. Insatiable desire , for to journey I must , boundless desire , to quell my wander lust. Faces ,places , they come and fade to dust , grains of sand in my jar , I must fill till it busts , no cure for this wondering , wanderers lust.....

All the little details , my life is spent. Crossing t's and dotting i's , for the money to pay rent. Missed a box , fill the blank , oh the pens that I have clicked , all to fill the orders , I must deliver quick. The nameless throngs await , the freight I must in relate , endless bits of cargo , or this world may come to a stand. Walk on big world , your commercial desires unfurled , buy as you must inundate. Houses be full of the products we twirl , from shipper to store bringing more. And with each time you buy , so to I must arrive , and oblidge you to buy even more.....

The poet cries
Fly words fly!
From the paper on which they are wrote.
And into the hearts of
All who read.
May they be touch with
Smiles and frowns.
Laughter and crying.
The past, present and future.
The poet cries
Fly words fly!


Copyright 2011 John Yona

Some nights I don't get any sleep at all.
The words come and I must write.
I fit them together.
I hope they touch,
reach deep into ones soul,
And heart.
And make a
Small yet profound difference.
My words are created from within and
waiting to be born.
The words come and I must write.

Copyright 2011 John Yona

PLEASE READ CAREFULLY................
A 21 year old guy had worn a pair of contact lenses during a barbecue party.(An event or meal at which food is cooked outdoors over an open grill or fire)
While barbecuing he stared at the fire charcoals continuously for 2-3 minutes.
After a few minutes, he started to scream for help and moved rapidly, jumping up and down.
No one in the party knew why he was doing this?

Then he admitted into the Hospital, the doctor said he'll be blind permanently because of the contact lenses that he had worn.
Contact lenses are made by plastics, and the heat from the charcoal melted
his contact lenses.

DO NOT WEAR CONTACT LENSES WHERE OVERHEATING AND FLAMES ARE CONCERNED.... OR
WHILE COOKING...!

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