Best All Work No Play Poems

I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day...

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What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While...

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The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse...

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When She Was Young
When she was young she would sleep 
holding her dreams in her hand next 
to her heart to protect them from being...

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Looked out my window this morning
Damn.. another cloudy day
Falling further and further behind 
This life's become all work, no play
Where the Corporation is heaven
Our CEO...

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Count not the time you have lived including today,
Not by the clock, in whose time you did love, work and play.
Count the times the joy...

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We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
    ...

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So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words...

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That Andrea’s a devil.
Would you ever guess
a pointed tail lies well-hid
underneath her dress?

And don’t you know it’s with red
that she paints her hair?
(Camouflage for two...

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Yesterday’s a Golden Urn that holds
The nectar of life’s fruits, both sweet and sour,
Devoured and gone. Let memory recall
The varied tastes enjoyed then stored away
Within...

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The lush fishing village of Kaloo-Nong
Rich with folklore, dance, and song
Natives thrive in work and play
Through joy and sorrow, day by day

When young Tahina feels...

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Once upon a time, a dream was a dream.
locked up in my mind, left cold and unseen.
Years have passed many a moon,
night-n-gales whistled many a...

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I write about the things I know,
The things that give me pleasure.
I write about the things I love,
About the things I treasure.

I write about what...

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She's tucked in bed of floral white
To mommy's hand, she holds on tight
No hunger pangs disrupt her night
In dreams she sees candied delight 

He finds...

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Man’s promises are spoken, kept,
and broken every day
by sweethearts, friends and family,
by those at work and play.

They’re made by those who think ahead
and those who...

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