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Short Jobs poem by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen| Details |

AIRPORT

Nose is an Airport,



Importing,



Exporting,



Air!


Short Jobs poem by Jerry Stevenson| Details |

It Is Probable

It is probable
that if I had studied hard
I would be employed.


Short Jobs poem by chris bowen| Details |

slow ended

problematic course

to pursue poetry jobs

they think your a slob


Short Jobs poem by jack horne| Details |

Unemployed Old Men

unemployed old men

waiting for winter to come

Santa jobs again


Short Jobs poem by Edward Orozco| Details |

O' de Bautista Alberto

A hard working soul

Three jobs at a time took toll

Yet he lives in joy


Short Jobs poem by Cathy Ncube| Details |

jobless claims

congressmen claim theyre

working for our happiness

while we crave for JOBS!




Short Jobs poem by Anashe Bartonia| Details |

Black Coffee Mug: Red Wheelbarrow



So much depends

Upon



a black coffee 

cup



faded with use

steam



into the faces

of us all


Short Jobs poem by Sekitto kisakye| Details |

WORK FOR YOUR CHANCE

If you get a chance,

to get a good job,

try to work hard.

Because today's jobs;

are really very scarce.


Short Jobs poem by Victoria Anderson-Throop| Details |

SOUL SNATCHING JOBS

SOUL SNATCHING JOBS

Tall Power forks pray-full tongues

Chews the tender will

Gnaws bones of  fragile spirits


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

DON'T BE A PROP

don't just there

be awhere

show you care

be aware

that your jobs  is odds

that it s your crop

DON''T BE JUST A

PROP


Short Jobs poem by Doris Culverhouse| Details |

Postal Humor

Why do postal workers have a hard time changing jobs??





They are always thinking "In the box... In the box... In the box!!"


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

POTATOES SODA AND CHIP

my jobs very odd

when money is low

i send to the store

cause it quick

don't have to fixs

i get me

POTATAOES   SODA  AND CHIPS


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

LUNCH BUNCH

we chip in

with a grim

we all or jobs friends

some had to go

to the local store

it was time to munch

this was the

LUNCH BUNCH


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

MOUTH WAS SMOKEING

on the way to work

the cold i was alert

its not odd

on the way to the jobs

am not joking

as i was poking

my

MOUTH WAS SMOKING


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

COED WORKER

its odd

like my jobs

i won't strav

life smooth as lard

some i  work is like this

they don't fit

or real jerker

my

COED WORKER


Short Jobs poem by John Weber| Details |

The Alias Administration

Yes we can beg for tomorrow

since banks steal cash then won't borrow

to stimulate jobs

while Obama robs

one job for Barry Soetoro.


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

WOMEN ON THE GO

theyer of every race

and every face

from here and there 

and everywhere 

some there jobs odd

sucess what is about

they no

WOMEN ON THE GO


Short Jobs poem by Gorlum Gorlum| Details |

Limerick: shrinks, part 2

Once attending professional course
Shrinks attempted to fix mind flaws
They gorged on cocaine
But primitive brain
Has failed to achieve sacred pause


Short Jobs poem by Justin Keyser| Details |

The Sting

Youth
fledgling, callow
generation rising, aging, accepting
cars, jobs, regrets, pains
secluding, denying, resenting
tolerating, unaccepting
adulthood


Short Jobs poem by RAINER LOVEIAM| Details |

The admission process


China is becoming
A member of the European Union
So they can bail everyone out
All the good jobs
Will be taken
By Chinese immigrants
Mostly from Tibet


Short Jobs poem by Mitch White| Details |

Public Announcement

Despairing all the popular belief

We are working for your relief

Creating millions of jobs

To pacify all you slobs

Oh, and don't believe what you read


Short Jobs poem by Doris Culverhouse| Details |

Exact sounds but different II

Higher power

Hire power



Lost jobs

Job lost



Feet stink

Stinking feats



Their strength

Strong there



Here dogs

Dogs hear



High wave

Wave Hi!




Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

CASEWORKER

there are jerks

where i work

so am alert

thing has to be done

its no fun 

my jobs 

is odd

it under my belt

to give help

so am sreacher

and a

CASEWORKER


Short Jobs poem by Atef Ayadi| Details |

Three Job Opportunity Openings

Army,

Church,

And

Jail.

Three jobs

Are posted

Every day,

Every week,

On TV,

News papers,

Wall ads,

On Fairs.

Three manufactures

For packing 

Death.


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

AM BLACK

 i admit this

it excist

its a fact and the cards or stack

am odd have a good jobs

i don't starve

life not smooth as lard

 my corlor still on the rack

AM BLACK


Short Jobs poem by Francine Roberts| Details |

Don't trust the Smile

The boss has a smile all pearly white,

When we see it, it gives us a fright.

We know he's found something new

On top of our jobs, to do.

I bet he sits up plotting all night.


Short Jobs poem by Warner Baxter| Details |

Hedgehog - adult

<em><center>I ONCE MET A MAN IN PORN



WHOS TOOL WAS BIGGER THAN CORN



 NO TWITTER NOR BLOG



THEY CALLED HIM HEDGEHOG



HE HUFFED PUFFED AND BLEW HIS OWN HORN</em></center>


Short Jobs poem by Warner Baxter| Details |

Downtown - adult

<em><center>DOWNTOWN WHERE GIRLS DANCE ON POLES



FOR A PRICE THEYLL BARE THEIR SOULS



THEYLL SIT ON YOUR LAP



YOULL GO FAP FAP FAP



UNTIL YOU LOOSE YOUR CONTROL</em></center>


Short Jobs poem by Christy Hardy| Details |

Moan, Moan, Moan

When will the lights come on,

people wake up,

too much is wrong,

digging our own rut,

giving up our home,

jobs being cut,

picking our bones,

kick in the gut,

moan, moan, moan.


Short Jobs poem by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details |

WE NEED EACH OTHERS

its a new  day

think too those who made away

now we all have some say

 tho some us or odd

we work the jobs

 as sister and brother not corlor

or race or face

WE NEED EACH OTHERS


Short Jobs poem by Elizabeth O'Driscoll| Details |

Nobody is born bad

Nobody is born bad

War

Poverty

Homelessness

Lack of love

Lack of compassion

Lack of education

Lack of jobs

And lack of care

Drives people to take desperate measures to survive


Short Jobs poem by Timothy Hicks| Details |

Careful What You Wish For

There once was an ambitious man named Eddie,
who wanted a job in the traveling industry.
The genie granted his wish,
but Ed never expected this;
an employer's note saying, "Welcome to the DMV!"


Short Jobs poem by reyhan yucebay| Details |

We will survive

We will survive   

Put a hot soup to table

No jobs to find yet  still hope



We will survive

Get me a job 

Save my kids



We will survive

Poverty will become history

Our shame to work on 






Short Jobs poem by Finn The Poet| Details |

office

large space.

i should go home.

get fired.

i only live once.

headaches.

across the room.

his voice.

breathing down my back.

it stinks. 

why can't i have big boobs?

my boss

you suck!



I'm fired!




Short Jobs poem by Dalila Agtani| Details |

BARACK OBAMA



<center>Our beloved  44th President, Barack Obama
He talks with Michelle in pajama:
Michelle, help me promote jobs and US businesses
She answered:  Your pajama, Barack,  is made in the Philippines!</center>


Short Jobs poem by Carolyn Devonshire| Details |

Unmasked

You won my vote with promises of peace



And vows to save our homes as jobs increased



     Special interests intervened



     Your slate seems no longer clean



Your mask falls, reveals the head of the beast


Short Jobs poem by Alyssa Rinker| Details |

Fear

Bloody tears

Double fears

Things you hate but have to face..

Love Kills Drugs Heal

Things that happen but you can't explain,

Triple Jobs Lovers Lost,

If you make the right desion

You'll only have to face one....




Short Jobs poem by faleshia murphy| Details |

I LOVE MY ABC's

A 

Boy 

Can 

Do 

Everything 

Fine

Girls 

Have 

Important 

Jobs

Kind 

Loving

Mothers 

Nannies

Outstanding 

Personalities 

Quiet 

Respectful

Souls

Truly 

Unique

Visions

With 

Xcellent 

Yielding 

Zones


Short Jobs poem by Preston Dusseault| Details |

Hands

My hands do indeed,

They show no secrets,

Scars and cuts,

Tough skin.



They show no secrets,

These hands of mine,

Tough skin,

Along the palm.



These hands of mine,

Scars and cuts,

Along the palm,

My hands do indeed.


Short Jobs poem by Tim Smith| Details |

Pain Train

Death

Destruction

Debauchery

The gangs have no remorse

don't get in their way or 

you will become a statistic

They don't fear the police and

flourish in prison

How can they change

Is there a way

Education

Jobs

Religion


Short Jobs poem by shirin neshat| Details |

jobs?

Why do some people don't do there jobs?

It makes me angry, 

I have to literally tell them,

Their job descriptions,

Which is embracing,

Why is that?

Are they lazy?

Are they not trained well?

Why did they got hired for?

 






Short Jobs poem by Christy Hardy| Details |

Riding High

Those CEO'S are needing cash,

they went to Washington,

to the give me bash.

Riding high,

in their private jets,

how greedy can one get.

Save our jobs,

give us money,

hurry dummies.

Tax the poor,

we don't care,

life is not fair.


Short Jobs poem by S.Jagathsimhan Nair| Details |

Apple Light

The day Steve Jobs left

I learnt my language at a click

The digital lingo of packers

Bundling out a messy madhouse

In a swift sweep

To a new space

A  faster  light 

What use is meanings

When A is for Apple

And W is for Will.






Short Jobs poem by Christy Hardy| Details |

Our Energy Supply

Most of our energy supply,

depends on coal,

now it seems,

that's about to go.

Jobs will be lost, 

towns will fall,

unemployment will rise,

disturbing to all.

Now is the time,

we need the facts,

if we allow this,

we're really in a crack.


Short Jobs poem by craig schaber| Details |

YOU WORK YOU LEARN

I work with this girl that is not to bright. But that is aright because the more she works 

the more she learns. On our jobs we take turns we use alcohol any cuts it will burn. But 

just for awhile we take turns so watch out for the alcohol it really burns.


Short Jobs poem by Steve Eng| Details |

Used Up



The painter in his cap sits there

On a front porch chair,

And no one asks him to paint

He drinks, is their complaint.



There was a time he got those jobs,

Now the liquor slowly robs

His reputation till it goes

But still he wears those painter-clothes.


Short Jobs poem by Steve Eng| Details |

Used Up





The painter in his cap sits there

On a front porch chair,

And no one asks him to paint

He drinks, is their complaint.



There was a time he got those jobs,

Now the liquor slowly robs

His reputation till it goes

But still he wears those painter-clothes.


Short Jobs poem by Marquis MC Mills-Cooper| Details |

Doe


She scurries through
the forest, moving
here and there

Providing food and
shelter for her fawns
showing them she cares

A while ago
the father left,
upped and disappeared

And now the mother
does both jobs; a
doe, a female deer

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


Short Jobs poem by Robert L. Hinshaw| Details |

Snow Job

Washington is to get a foot of snow!

   That is nothin' new as far as I know.

      I will shed no clamant tears.

         They gave us snow jobs for years!

            Methinks that a pertinent quid pro quo!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


Short Jobs poem by Tara Andre| Details |

Solving Insomnia

Dogs barking loudly at night,
Even when you tell them to stop?
After midnight or early hours,
Despite you having called the cops?

Don't you worry, I've been there too,
Open-eyed and out of my mind.
Good thing I acted; now I can sleep;
So maybe the next pooch will be more kind.


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