Work Poems (218)

dreaming in the clouds
a stag of elegance
one gracing royal beauty
an emblem draws peace
inside the heart

your eyes
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
leading me into
the promised land

with a sprinkling
of sweet smelling
rose petals
sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building
our palace on feelings

dream embracing beauty
soft velvet
satin touching emotions
caressing within
the crowning glory
enchanting sings
heaven's purest angel
the one of love

each heartbeat
steams this ship
sailing with you
closer into
the sun setting
paradise kisses you
in a spin
of daisies
one chain darling
draped around
your neck

i believe
in you love
as the sun
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy

From: W. Shakespeare
To: Propietor, Globe Theatre
RE: Roof Repairs

Behold! These locks I once did toss
Made wretched now by leaking dross
Upon yon roof the tempest hath tost
It's fury wraught, a shingle lost
Unfold! Now thy bundled tarp
Cast it upon the rent so sharp
Make hast lest I extend my harp
Another memo, a louder carp
Beware! The next shall cc the king
From the gallows then thy body shall swing
Prithee repair thy roof with care.
I go now to wash my hair.

_________________
Waldo Shakespeare, Tenant

been thinking of you
all day
my beautiful angel
you are the most
amazing woman
i am totally
bowled over by you

dreaming of spending
my life with you
was talking
to my mum and dad
today they said
i look a lot happier
just had to smile
you have made me
the happiest
man alive

you touch this
heart deeply into
the soul
in so many ways
just wish that i
could find
the words
to tell you

looking into
the stars tonight
thinking into myself
wishing i was sharing
lying under
the sky
with you

holding your hands
sweet love
smiling as one
a star shines
brightly in
these eyes
is you baby
the most beautiful
woman in my eyes
amazing you

He is my beloved, my firstborn and the fruit of all my labour. As a young child he was loyal, good natured and he never left my side. I cannot lie, I loved him the most and he was closest to my heart. So I gave him all my attention and though I loved him with all my might, I could not make him stay. Now time has flown, we have grown and there is much distance between us. He is a proud young man with a rebellious nature so desperate to see the world and beyond the comfort and safety of home, the world waits. One day, caught up with the business of life I was distracted and in that moment he was gone and now all I can do is pray for his return. But he is an unruly, wayward young man spending himself on everything and everyone to his own selfish end and now everywhere and nowhere is his home. Like the Prodigal Son he is a stray dog with no master, an untamed beast I cannot control and I am beside myself with worry and dismay! What must I do? This is the place where he is most welcome, most loved! Does he not know his worth, how vital he is to my existence? Should he not return I fear that someday I will have no place to rest my weary head and these empty mean streets will swallow me whole!
JS

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

Once we journeyed to explore
the Northern icy roar,
flushed with childish infancy
it ways ourselves to see,
quiet treasures there did find,
unknown before to Southern minds,
amidst some spinney green lit grove,
nature's splendour carefully wove,
where scented thoughts belong,
the noble artistry of nature's song,
now interned in a murky bower,
grandeur's fire now turned sour,
here, Longhill's jewel wrapt in cloak,
by stately Beech, Ash and Oak,
masked in all its misty gloom,
as a dying flower that once did bloom,
now eroding time of all that's left,
awaits the lingering pain of death,
yet fervently and proudly still
stands the monarch of this captive hill,
in quiet lines of beauty's grace,
its architect with care did trace,
and ancient man with mason's pride,
his sculptured craft with skill applied,
with visions belief as God adores,
like oft their fathers did before,
artisans, butlers, maids and all,
were naught but puppets to this Hall,
Alas! They long since have gone away,
alone, to life's fast fading day;
still, lofty trees stand guard the door,
their leafy shadows seemingly implore
some guardian fate, that fate may know,
with torch, to renew its fired glow,
With fear my burning heart grew cold,
knowing youth lay in some distant fold,
along with flowers of springtime spent,
Alas! Naught have I to employ,
nor sinful wealth its spoils enjoy,
but there is time yet to live,
an English heart it breath to give,
so, not whilst I breathe,
shall ruinous time conceive
the erosion or the fall,
the history of Longhills Hall.

Here reading some of your precious poems,
However most are missing the rhyming prose!
Rhyming is the challenge to a poem indeed,
Yet parallel words have to rhyme and accede.

I can take your poems and use each and every word,
Sure I can rewrite your poems with a rhyming bond.
Take your time and rhyme your wonderful thought,
Give essence to your poetry and a comfort fraught.

The day is for work and so night is the best,
A much treasured sleep, my so beloved rest,
The comfortable folding of hands upon chest,
And here I go creeping t'wards nothingness.

Oh look, it is time for an afternoon nap,
But it should have been twenty, now hours have passed,
The comfortable laying of hands on the lap,
And here I go creeping t'wards wanting and lack.

Hardly open for buis' I prefer the closing of lids
Why work to get rich, my dreams are for this,
The comfortable laying of head upon wrist,
And here I go creeping t'wards if only, I wish!
J.S.

unfolding tonight
under a full moon
howling one
lonely wolf
sailing thoughts
howl out
from the mind

lonely unable
to sleep
restless hurt
pains deep inside
thinking in falling
raindrop pearls
of deep love

touching from
clouds softly
in a silver lining
then to feel
holding space
in this time
the gravity pull
what happens
the internet connection
goes down
for half an hour

a fierce tugging
in my earth moved
as her lunar
face circled
full overhead
feeling that
cosmic connection

looking upon
a key
i hold dearly
within these hands
held kissing
laced in ribbons
with the heart
beating red passion

from the center
flickering flutters inside
of desire burning
scorching down
crowning jewels
ruby red rose
on moist salted lips
burns a flame
candle lighting feelings
yearning kissing

sparkle beautiful thoughts
opens the heart
up wide
in wonderment
holding this
amazing dream woman
one look seals
my souls deal
fate our destiny

glee embracing
forever more
always with
the deepest love
my dream
is you