Work Poems (218)

I can still see my Grandmother in her old faded housedress
bent over the old wringer washer
lifting out piece by piece, each garment,
and running it through the wringer,
of her new washing machine..
Down in the musty cellar
Times were so much simpler then..
Folks were grateful then,for the little simplicities in life,
Which seemed to make life easier...
Now everything is rush rush and I just don't have the time...
No time to simply throw the clothes in the machine,
And toss them in the dryer...
Isn't it funny, how spoiled we've become..
Not as if we have to wash them on a rock at the river..
Now we rush off to the gym where we think we need to get our exercise..
Whatever happened, to everyday tasks, like cutting the grass, weeding the garden,
It used to be enough to keep us in shape...
Whatever happened to toiling away in the kitchen, to make a home cooked meal..
Instead of driving through the drive-thru..
Maybe if we all went back to a simpler time..
We'd be happier and healthier, and appreciate all that we have now..
Just a thought.. let's walk.. not run.

Sometimes at night
When I lay my head to rest
I close my eyes and imagine:
It is the pillow which is old and tired
and it is I who am light and fluffy.

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.

They call me BeefWindly cause thats all that i do,
reppin port city at the top of the boot.
My ice glossed and glistening and and im shinin on you.
I see you muggin ugly i say what mayne it do.
Fisna grab my board and shred on the streets.
Dropin mad rhymes an dont need fat beats.
goin to lunch to get sumthin to eats.
chompin vienna sausage and a whole can of beets.
when i was a baby i would just suck on some teets
back then when i didnt wear shoes on my feets
Nowadays causin Havoc Discret
this rhyme is like a madlib raisin da heat
makin' mothaf*ckas wanna turn and retreat..
bow down bitches we gotta hefty fleet
Get this show on the road while im claimin defeat
all you hatin niggas and lovin outta deceit

Little people in my head
close your eyes and go to bed.
Let me sleep for tonight
little people tripping with fright.

Close your eyes
and let me be.
No more sitting in my head
tripping with me.

As I smoke one more bowl
little people leave this hole.

Slowly i start ti decay away
slowly my life slips away.
Is this just in my head?
little people in mt head
close your eyes and go to bed.

I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do what it takes to give great satisfaction, but that isn't have the fraction, with to many chief;s and not enough indian's this place can be crazy not to mention! go stock frozen, do a carry -out, push in some cart's that's what its about, retail! retail! make that dollar, but do it nice we need not to hollar! everyone together we need team work, but that never happen's it's just get to work, with weiry legs and slow moving people, there driving me crazy these strange people, everyone wants money especially the top, so let's stay in our departments and get to the stock, with no product on the floor we cannot make sales, and the dc need's to stock up their shelves so we can get freight to improve our sales, come on folks we know what to do a little less panic we can improve, so lace up your boot's put a smile on your face because yes this is the wal- mart way

Awakening at the break of dawn
Breathe in and taste the early morn
Coming to terms with what lies ahead
Desperately wanting to stay in bed
Enjoying that coffee the rich full roast
Forgetting to check and burning the toast
Getting in the shower, feeling the soothe
Having a shave until your chin is all smooth
Into your clothes so fresh do they feel
Jacket zipped up to keep out the chill
Kicking through leaves whilst walking to work
Living close by is one major perk
Making your way through the firms parking lot
Needing a coffee that you pour from the pot
Opening E-mails and checking the mail
Phoning a client trying to make a sell
Quickly finishing up it’s time you were gone
Reaching your home put the heating on
Shower again then cooking a meal
Tasty nutritious now you’ve had your fill
Unwinding your tension and wanting to slouch
Vacating the kitchen to lie on the couch
Watching TV and you’re starting to yawn
X-rated movie it’s only soft porn
Yawning and stretching as you get into bed
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

It was a cold and dark december night,
A shedualled flight to U.S.A.
Terrorists with no concience,
Knew the passengers were not going all the way

Heartless in their convictions
In Frankfurt the bomb was placed
Never to see their home and friends,
So many innocent lives erased

The plane came down over Lockerbie,
Destroying homes in a quiet street
Death and destruction,a horror scene'
wreckage and bodies were strewn.


Few forgot the tragic day,
Or the 747 the iranians blew away,
The world expressed there sympathy,
reagan said his piece
the devistation of lockerbie
Carnage in the fields

The pilots never stood a chance,
as the plane fell from the sky,
WHY ?? in the name of politics
did so many innocents lose their life,
How could a bomb be planted ?,it slipped the security net.
The horror of a cold december night
The world just cant forget

september 11th, would be a day of work, a day of heat leaving your home in the suburbs, a day of finance, a day of trade, a day of business in the n,y. stock exchange, a day of happiness a day of pride until 5;45 am a plane collides, twin tower's a tower of fire a tower of fear, america's hit it's a terrorist scare, people are running people are yelling people in fear as the tower's are falling, just minutes later another plane grounded, american's crying on the fence that suround's it, the pentagon's been hit cracked to the ground as the fires burn hot on this horrible meltdown.the president in florida giving a speech to recieve a phone call of panic in n.y. streets this is true americas been hit check air force one this is no trick, the president got on his plane headed for nebraska america what a disaster shut down all dams airports and bridges americas safety is are only success

Time to awake and create a substantial income for my family and mate
is there enough time to appreciate my faith which I took time to gather and make I had the patience to wait for my mate which we both had the patience and time for a family to create now if it's not preplanned pre-ordered our prearranged I have no time for such things I have some time but not much time may be a little time there's always next time but always on borrowed time when will I find the time. If it's not routine are work related it really seems that time is outdated we must take the time to understand the purpose
of the motivation that help us crack the surface of organizing our time to make time
to make what's oh so necessary not secondary to appreciate what we have and make legendary so it can always be timeless