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Work Violence Poems | Violence Poems About Work

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Details | Ballade |

Oh, what a hectic month

Oh,what a hectic month

Oh what a month it’s been
Two lots of relies came
Over from the old country
It’s been a frantic game
I’m not used to all this stuff
But I’m glad it all took place
Although it was real hectic
No frown did crease my face.

One trip to Margaret River
Wow! This, it was a blast
We toured those rich surroundings
Till we went home at last
Then the darned flue knocked me down
And I spent some time in bed
And then I put my back out
As I banged my bloody head.

It seemed that I was on the mend
But my computer shat itself
I lost both poems, and photos
They’re the sum of all my wealth
Thank God I got the poems back
Alas, but not the photos
I guess I lost them, all of them
But this is how it goes


It’s been some heavy karma
That’s all that I can say
But now that it’s all over
I feel real fine today
So it’s back to meditation
And working on my soul
It’s time to get some relaxation
And once more feeling whole

23 October 2013 @1450hrs.



Details | Epic |

Medieval Ages work still in progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and vices
I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes,
So that I their souls might excite to life. 
Who truly is alive without his senses,
yet many minds live with mental fences. 
The Gods were chased away from this  bright land,

And many countries were drowned in darkness.
Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. 
Unlearning became the new science of man 
And music deemed to be of Satan birthed 
For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures.
Oh of truth this divine art of muses,

Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses,
Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, 
and with timeless secrets the fool clashes.
 Empires undone from within and out,
To be hewn down by hounds to war devout,
Who from savage forests came to devour 

The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome.
The Gods did pity these once great races,
the light torchbearers which the dark faces
with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might
which scorches into ashes scrap and dross,
to fuel its holy energy and fire,

the giver to mankind of life so sought.


Details | Lyric |

Connect the dots!

Who is responsible 
domestic violence? 
in the home... 

responsible for rape? 
while bullying in schools 
escalates? 

fact anti-social behavior 
begins in the home! 

millions of excuses used 
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt 
alcohol-infidelity-uncompromising 
ass-hole 
why not blame stress! 

to name but a few... 
thats' new, slap on a label 
anti-social cripple 
self centered compelled 
subservient with a death wish 
co-dependant on a mission 

many incapable of raising 
families successfully 
matching crime to criminal 
sooner rather than later 

people who want children 
most should be screened 
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise 
these... 

protect the unborn spirit 
this cycle of perdition 
simply 'cause some can 
protection remains 
the question... 

until we fill up our prisons 
or doctors fill out prescriptions 
or do drugs - prostitution 
or some souls 
simply disappear 

abuse of the sexes disaster 
 children 
lives destined for remand 

some cultures self destructive 
buck the system for a laugh 
self discipline escapes them 
some victims choose suicide 

alternative families to the rescue! 
marriages deplete 
truth uncovered 

primary social group 
breaking down 
mere survival havoc wreaks! 
social injustice 
social acceptance 
to live in a relationship 
without independence? 

when we break the cycle? 
we immerge stronger- 
children safer 
home wreckers 
so yesterday 
some sexual couples 
complete disasters 

I deserve a happy life 
a happy life I've got 
living without violence 
is where we all need to start 

repeat not the acts of 
your fore mothers forefathers 
the violence does not work 

mental physical verbal abuse 
is a hostile mind at work 
he's weak disqualified from life 

primal evil reactivated strife 
programmes of violence repeated 
not strong enough in mind deleted 

disrespected, feared, without 
honor in most cases cannot repair 

don't be a victim, of archaic hatred 
suffer little children NOT! 
this world though numb 
Is nevertheless disgusted 

authorities ears to the ground 
we have heard your cries aloud 
take it from one who knows 
let all that s@%t go! 

don't repeat their mistakes 
look inside make new choices 
you decide fill your life with 
love... 

...or misery will connect the dots