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Metaphor Business Poems | Metaphor Poems About Business

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Details | Free verse |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013


Details | Lyric |

Rich Man Poor Man

By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree 
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my  secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing 
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving 
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me 
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree 
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition 
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do 
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move 
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news 
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Teamwork

Teamwork could happen.
Challenge to get ahead now.
Expect some to crash.

Copyright © Scott Simmerman | Year Posted 2014


Details | I do not know? |

Understanding Leadership

Wha's small to you, may be big to someone else. What's big to someone else, must now become big to you.

Copyright © Taj Keeler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

T-C-B Taking Care of Business

Girl my business is your pleasure
A proposition to do whatever
Create a merger sealed with our hearts
That is non-negotiable once the pleasure starts
Cause I will kiss you here and there
This transaction of my love will declare
That I’ll fulfill all your wishes
Cause baby when I pleasure you I’m taking care of business
 
When I’m loving you, when I’m hugging you
And thrilling you with my kisses
When I hold you tight and squeeze you through the night
I’ll be fulfilling all of your wishes
 
You see your pleasure is my business
It’s a venture to what you’re missing
So baby when you feel that notion
To incorporate with me, I second that emotion
Cause I will love you from head to toe
The things I’m going to do, I can’t disclose
But be assured girl you don’t want to miss this
Cause baby when I’m loving you, I’m taking care of business
 
When I’m loving you, when I’m hugging you
And thrilling you with my kisses
When I hold you tight and squeeze you through the night
I’m taking care of my business
 
Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson

Copyright © Kenneth J Thompson | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013


Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.







Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Money

Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real

Copyright © Ace X | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

The Boss - Maybe Tomorrow

With the boss pulling and the workers pushing, with the Square Wheels on the wagon and the round wheels in it:

The boss views the path.
Roll forward faster better.
Maybe tomorrow...

Copyright © Scott Simmerman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

TRESPASSERS SHOULD BE SHOT

TRESPASSERS SHOULD BE SHOT
Your own computer, where they should not go,
'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell
All sacred are the words they should not know,
Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell.

The scum of life know secrets to the lock,
They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte.
And troubled nights, not sleeping like a rock
You'll laugh it off, as just imagined plight.

But know you well, conspiracies they thrive,
from cyberspace, they bring you false alarm,
Intimidation keeps their cause alive
Their snooping's meant to bring you naught but harm.

If you've uneasy feeling someone's there
Then know you well, they're with us ev'rywhere.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

If bosses would listen

With the wagon rolling forward on Square Wheels and a cargo of round rubber tires, the wagon pushers need change.

Are Bosses unaware?
Square Wheels are always thumping.
Listen. Small improvements here.

Copyright © Scott Simmerman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Put the Elderlies in Prison

We should place the elderly in prison because,
They will get a shower every day,
Video surveillance in case of problems,
Three meals a day, access to a library,
Computer, television, gym, doctors on-site,
And free medication if needed.

Put criminals in home cares,
And they'll get,
Cold meals, lights out at seven p.m.,
Two showers a week, live in a smaller room,
And pay rent at two thousands dollar a month or more!!!!

It's pretty sad that we treat prisoners better then the elderly.

Copyright © JEANNINE GLEN | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Attila The Hun Got Nuthin' On Us

Attila The Hun Got Nuthin' On Us
By Roy Merritt

Barbarians these days 
Fly around in jet planes
Ride around in big town cars 
While scoutin' out terrain
Lookin' to go very far
They wear Armani suits and ties
Their wives dress like queens
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on them
They’s just as equally mean

Barbarians these days
They live on grand estates
They drink the finest of wines
They dine on the thickest steaks
And lookin' to have a good time
They always have servants  
And always make the scene
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on them
They’s just as equally mean

Barbarians these days
Go to church and pray
But would rob you blind 
If they ever got their way
Would rob you of every thin dime
They got most everything 
More money than god has seen
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on them
They’s just as equally mean

Barbarians these days
They got their heads in sand
Think they can just keep stealin’
And we’ll never take a stand
Can keep us forever reelin'
But boy they're sure wrong 
Our patience is wearin’ lean
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on them
They’s just as equally mean

Barbarians these days
They think we have no power
That we won’t ever rise up
On some future hour
That we'll forever take their stuff
But boy they're sure wrong 
We just might turn into fiends
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on them
They’s just as equally mean

Barbarians these day
They think they could flee
When that time shows up
Payback for you and me
Retribution we've had enough
Frogs'll look like pikers as our terror starts to reign
And Attila the Hun 
Got nuthin’ on us
We can be as equally mean

Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016