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Work Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Work

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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.


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I Was In a Big Snafu

I was in a big snafu.
I could not pay any bills.
And the neighbors never knew.
 
No need to feel all blue.
I read books by candlelight.
I was in a big snafu.

The electric bill was due.
Sconce and candles on each wall.
And the neighbors never knew.

I thought I might go cuckoo.
Hard work was about to fall.
I was in a big snafu.

I cooked meals on the hearth, too.
The payments would not forestall.
And the neighbors never knew.

Three house sales had fallen through.
I soon told my house adieu.
I was in a big snafu.
And the neighbors never knew.

© March 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Hump Day

Wigglin' 'tween toes
the questions of a thousand thousand ages
wrapped tight in beat heart.

Who's gonna buy the cat food tomorrow?
Will trade ya for takin' out the garbage
wigglin' 'tween toes.

If you're in a hurry and need to turn left
but some one's in the intersection what is
wrapped tight in beat heart?

Rage tamed to socially
acceptable impatience
wigglin' 'tween toes.

Sometimes the sky grabs attention
raw beauty
wrapped tight in beat heart.

Tomorrow’s  a work day
will give it best
wigglin' 'tween toes
wrapped tight in beat heart.


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I Am Off To Buy A Suit Today

I am off work to buy a suit today. 
For I have a funeral to soon attend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

I must look for help to find my way,
To my one suit of grief to buy and then-- 
I am off work to buy a suit today.

Then in my closet, I hope it shall stay
A fancy fig leaf from a darken bin
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

Only we the living will have a say
Of the coat or dress in which to ascend 
I am off work to buy a suit today. 

We will need no attire with grand array 
A farewell costume for a departing friend.
I think a black suit or maybe a gray.

It is for the dead we can only pray
While we the living must wait to attend.
I am off work to buy a suit today 
I think maybe black or a stately gray.