Best Employers Poems
Can You Imagine
In Our Planet
If one fine day..
All trees are given a chance to speak-
What will they speak to us?:
'What have you EGOISTIC humans
Caused to our ENVIRONMENT?'
If one fine day..
Mother Earth is given a voice
What will She say?
Her thunderous voice will echo
From her outer atmosphere:
'Stop polluting me NOW or
Bear the CONSEQUENCES'.
If one fine day..
All the money in the world is
Equally distributed
Amongst everyone
Then there will be:
'No POOR, No RICH'
If one fine day..
Our planet follows this rule:
Total darkness henceforth.
But only those that show humanity
Be blessed to see radiance of light:
'There will be NO INHUMANITY'
If one fine day..
All employers take this decision-
The only qualification needed
To acquire a job is-
'Good Character':
'Then parents will NEVER FAIL
To instill MORAL VALUES
Into their children'
If one fine day..
The infinite universe stoops down
To say something to us from above
What would that be?:
'To every human being out there
Prancing with pride:
You are NOTHING but
A GRAIN of SAND
In an ENDLESS desert.
So, stop being ARROGANT!'
I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.
So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
But say
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let us not become animalistic’
I can’t drown – there’s no water
I can’t choose darkness – no light
I break my back- hospital full of counterfeits- bills left to pay
Work, work, work- greedy employers- overtime, what overtime?-
don’t bother them with linguistics
I fall asleep, dream in a loop- even my fantasies have become realistic
DON’T tell me it’s going to be okay- I’m not idealistic
And yet…something happens when I hit the poetic scene
There he is encouraging others, commenting on poems
Reaching out to new poets and just being optimistic
His words flow so fluidly, so joyously-tears prick my eyes
Gentle words, humorous words- my heart constricts
My face muscles contract
This feeling I get when I read his words is so foreign…
I wreck my brain trying to solve the mystery
Suddenly, my head bobs
My heart expands
My muscles relax
My mouth curves – it is called a smile
Your words are my balm – your goodness my hope –
your encouraging others my optimism
It is through you that I smile
so please try not to be sad.
Dedicated to Richard Lamoureux, he who makes me smile.
Do people think you are sleazy and bad,
since the day you replied to that want ad?
The words were in black and white, and plain.
“No Experience Necessary, We Train”.
This job is not what most women would like to get,
However, it pays the bills and keeps you out of debt.
You live in a nice house, and drive a Corvette.
Of all the occupations anyone can seek,
there are not too many paying two grand a week.
They hired you for what came naturally.
Men easily discover your great beauty.
You have the looks of a centerfold in a magazine.
Your dancing in the club makes quite a scene.
A fight with your old man made him pack and go away.
He left you and your child unexpectedly one day.
You were desperate and needed a job right away.
It seems nobody was impressed with your resume.
Other employers apparently could not be convinced.
So many places only wanted experienced.
When you are dancing in the club each night,
men from all over think you are a delight.
Scantily clad, you erotically tease.
This is how you gather your gratuities.
Some men get obnoxious, and a bit out of hand.
Enforcers appear to take a stand.
A small team of bouncers comes out to greet.
The mashers land in the middle of the street.
Never mind what people think is wrong or right.
Many men like me will be seeing you tonight.
Smile.
Laugh.
Meditate,
Take deep breaths.
Clear your conscience,
Of all negative thoughts.
Wish away negative thought forms,
From other people.
Avoid people who belittle you
Or always criticise negatively;
Including friends, neighbours,
colleagues
And family.
Eat well.
Dress well.
Listen to good music.
Read good books.
Avoid drugs.
Know when to fight,
And when to flee.
Do what you love.
Believe in abundance.
Surround yourself with people with
similar ambitions.
Avoid trying too hard to please,
Impress or fit in.
Believe in love.
Love yourself;
Love those who love you.
Avoid being affiliated to groups full
of negativity
They will pollute your conscience.
Avoid horrifying news in the media,
Bad politics and programmes that
seek to
Control your choices.
Appreciate more, complain less.
Be slow to anger.
Learn to be patient.
Learn to see "setbacks" as
experiences.
Worry less about age, death and
money
And how you look like.
Avoid blaming parents, the
government and employers
For every "problem" in your life.
Whatever teachers, parents and
preachers say
Doesn't really define you.
Be open to change.
Believe that nothing lasts;
Including pain and pleasure.
Learn to doubt everything;
Including this poem.
You are now free.
Live your life.
Once there was an Egyptian girl who applied for a job. She was not given a job because of her appearance. She changed her appearance and went somewhere else. But she didn't get a job because of her age. She thought of borrowing some money from a friend and bought some new good clothes. Then she applied again in a farther place where there are jobs available. Her application was rejected again. She thought of converting to a different religion so she can easily find a job. She did. She applied anew, but her application was not accepted.
She didn't give up. She is not a religious person, but believes there is a God of humans and that the God exists to help humans help themselves.
One day, she went to a job fair. Seeing her credentials by some employers present, they were enthusiastic of hiring her. One entry was shown there on her papers that she is an ex-convict. And they changed their minds.
She is already leaving the fair when one young lady greeted her and said, "Why do you look so sad?"
The Egyptian girl showed her papers to the young lady and said, "I was not hired because of my previous undesirable record."
The young lady asked again, "Do they know the real story why you were incarcerated for commiting such an offense?"
The Egyptian girl replied, "No, they don't. Just be good to yourself and to everybody! Someday, the God of humans will award you with something better... much better than you wish for. Good luck to you in your journey and in all your endeavors in life!"
While political folks dilly dally
Job growth winds down a deep valley
Employers won't hire
Old folks can't retire
The poor house could be our finale
The answer used to come with great ease
My answer wasn’t an answer at all, but a complimentary question,
“What’s it like to not be a twin?”
I bypassed the story of the grape jelly on mom’s new carpet when we were toddlers,
The 8 years of elementary school and junior high where we shared a classroom,
In 8 years I never had to write down an assignment, she was the conscientious one,
I played the violin, she played the piano, when my brother came home from the seminary UNSUPPORTED CODE WE UNSUPPORTED CODE gave him a concert
We weren’t identical, she was the cautious one, I was the adventurer
She took a job in high school, and when time came to retire, she was still working for that company,
On the other hand I changed employers every few years, “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”.
She never lived more than about 5 miles from our childhood home, yet in her travels to Europe she probably logged more passenger miles than I did including two tours of duty in Thailand and four on Guam.
Now I am alone, my coconspirator has passed on,
I’ll have to take blame for the jelly on the carpet, take down my own assignments, and do everything the same way that single birth people have always done.
What’s it like to be a twin?
It’s like no experience you have ever had, you’re always connected, you grow up with a built in playmate, you have someone that always takes a special interest in your wellbeing.
I realize all this now because she’s gone, now I see what it’s like to be a single birth and frankly, it’s a much bleaker existence than being a twin, to be more direct, being a single sucks, I want my twin back.
Am on my knees Father
Bearing in mind that you never sleep
Crying for those trapped in a foreign country
Dark days have befallen them
Equality rules broken, screwed humanity
Frequent hunger, little or no pay and slaving labour
Golden days are over for them
Having greener pastures and better opportunities
Is a dream that burnt on their arrival
Just want to go back home, even in poverty
Keeping their fingers crossed, for safe arrival
Looking forward to getting out of captivity, passports in hands
Making every effort because there is no place like home.
*For those suffering in places like Lebanon, Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain etc. After going for better opportunities/jobs but they end up in the hands of mistreating employers. They sign long contracts and their documents are taken. There are many cases of abuse and neglects, some reported & some unreported.
NB: not all employers are like that & there are those seeking greener pastures that come out satisfied*
She is the sketch, never looked nice,incomplete and the loner.
She never glowed like princesses,
always at the back raw
and was never expected to bloom like Gerbera daisies.
She is just the sketch
with her peers she played and laughed
and some days she would wish to take that atmosphere
back at home with.
one-time she was with friends playing in front of her house
and noticed one of her brothers coming out of his employers car
her friends were stunned to see a white man's car in front of her house
so she pulled a stunt and told them " that is my father! ",
knowing that she was lying but she just wanted to own a parent
and boasts about what her Father will buy for her.
She only enjoyed that imagination for a minute
then reality kicked in in her boney chest box into her agonized heart,
Her guilty conscious caused her to promise herself to never lie about herself again.
She feels uncomfortable in the crowd
She thinks they are better than her,
like a black stone amangst white crystals.
isolating herself from others is what she prefers,
it's so peaceful and comfortable in her own.
though She can see through their eyes
that they are not free around her, she gives it a blind eye.
Its not fair.
Her soul is loving and caring but it is hidden behind the thick skin.
sometimes She can see from a distant a broken soul.
Oh! How she wish she was a butterfly,
fly over a broken one, whispering words of mending
but her wings are broken.
She is just the Sketch!
mouth silenced by the hand of low self esteem
mind talking like floods, eyes speaking like a Queen
Oh! how I wish her mouth could be just her mind,
puking words from her mind.
I guess only her tears can do the talking,
the paper and the pen does the expression.
She never chose her background but She is about to choose her future.
She is just the sketch and the sketch never glows.
when taking more than just a passing glance,
It makes you feel something so uncanny irresistible.
only the feeling can confess its beauty.
there are many women who's life has been a tragedy.
we all know that is not the way it ought to be.
tragedies, unfortunately, are equal opportunity employers.
they strike all, no matter what race, creed or color.
think of the woman who are denied their basic rights.
they do what they are told and are instructed to neither fuss nor fight.
they have been taught through experience that they have no value.
so through life they go lacking self esteem & confidence,
with no dreams to pursue.
yet these are the strong women who have endured life.
life... ha!
countless, endless nights of sexual assault and she wasn't the wife.
if she were the mistress it would have been her choice to make;
but she wasn't, she was too young and for daddy's sake.
she endured the pain of being defiled....
threatened, young, afraid, her confusion was compiled.
daddies weren't suppose to do this ......
not to a child.
to mommy she went hoping she would be saved, after a while.
but mommy wasn't sure of the why's and how's.
how do you stay with a man who is a sow ?
how do you raise a family when you don't know?
is the child telling the truth or is she lying?
no ... it isn't a lie because you feel like dying.
so the daughter grows from child to woman.
carrying with her this tragedy that will always remain.
she has confronted, accepted and knows she isn't to blame.
she has grown to be confident, successful and quite sane.
forgiving is what she has learned to live by.
she had to deal with the pain and her mother the why.
as for the both they will mend;
but for the other he will surely spend.
the rest of his life in an eternal hell,
for he was under the devils spell.
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The end is near, the end is near
2k12 is finally here
We've come so far to go even further
Its now our time, no longer are we observers
We slowly, one by one, step out of our oysters
To walk our path through a life of employers
We loved our mistakes and every time we've fallen
From ever victory from ever problem
We've put in the time
And now live to tell
We've turned our lives
And turned them well
So remember the class of 2012
I’ll raise the bar and do what’s right
Raising the bar comes purely with
A fight. I’m Christ representative
In this dark unfriendly world, refusing
To get stuck in any old mould.
To employers and customers confidence
Is the key. I’ll strive to be the best I can
Possibly be. God promise my labour would
not be in vain, if I raise the bar consistently
and call on his name.
>I sent the following poem to my old employers. The RSPCA A year ago as the Badger was being exterminated in certain areas. Unfortunately, now it is in even more so I hope you do not mind if I share this poem with you.
FAREWELL MY BADGER FRIEND
All this land was ours once, oh so long ago.
Then man bought his cattle in, to share our pasture so.
Now they want to remove us, by killing us you see.
To try and eradicate the disease they call TB.
A nasty disease is TB of that there is no doubt.
But when I was here alone, there was none about.
So humans must have brought it, on a cow or two.
Now I’ve got to pay, for the mistakes you do.
So as you kill me and my friends, humanely I hope so.
I really hope it’s worth it, and that TB does go.
Be sad when you see my pasture where I did belong.
Bare of all the baggers who have all now gone.
Perhaps you will not kill us all, but I expect you will.
If not I hope I escape, I’ll really try I will.
But as you humans are so wise, or so they say you are.
Why don’t you vaccinate your cows, and leave us where we are.
You see I am TB free there is no harm in us.
And if you vaccinate your cows, they can live with us.
Spread the word my friends, if you do agree.
It’s better to save wildlife, than kill it off you see.
Well that is just the point, I really am so vexed.
For when the Badger's gone, who will be the next.
Please feel free to use the above poem as you wish, it’s too late for many Badgers but who knows if enough public support can be obtained perhaps the powers that be might reconsider their decision. It seems strange to me that so much interest can be shown of wild animals now extinct from bygone ages that here in the 21st Century man is hell bent on destroying a species, the mind boggles.<
Getting back to plaintiff's grip
I wasn't guilty is my quip
the newest Model on the floor
a flagrant entry of encore!
And littleness became the store
that when a tiny bolt could score
available, but now the door
is only open, them, not for!
I guess employers have a knack
of keeping help, most out of whack
their lives conditioned to a lack
not service, but a job, an act!
The big conglomerate hard core
sells cheaper, though you travel more
I liked to buy those little gloves
the cheapies, throw away, paint's chore!
My neighbor said he'd run out some
of batteries, lights, or the hum drum,
now you'll walk through complex succumb
that highlight bargains, take your mon!
Those little gadgets, I'd get by
now all the parts, I don't need, why
a hundred extra miles to try
my hand at winning, plus sky high!
Not drawn in, let the Buick go
was always driving with the flow
that multi media ad said so
I'd save a bundle, they would know!
Gave up the Auto, to and fro
Insurance lowered, know its low
the Bucks last longer and my gain
not always worried with complain!
To have it all, one must get tough
and to oneself say, that's enough,
no paper venture, let it go
It's just a crock the to n' fro!
Remembering the times of old
we'd make our own, conditions slow
with time to think, we'd improvise
most ideas came before our eyes.
But all that stuff to make it work
would have to break more, for its need
the way kids ruin stuff, just a quirk
maybe some rebels inner deed!
They're not all Revolutions thrust
lets get it straight, they have too much,
start cutting corners, gain your pace,
to discipline, conquer your space!
Oh well, the hardware store's ate up
town down the road, can fill it in
we've had it, Owners took the guff
or did they handle us too rough!
This little town is caving in
I'll wait it out, hardware's chagrin!
It's another Saturday night
ending this week
as started
alone again.
I came here
almost two years ago
to my retirement hermitage
but oddly,
and often uncomfortably,
shared with my hurt kids,
mental and physical illness
adopted and then adapted;
an asylum for the perpetually incontinent.
Cars pass by.
Sometimes a loud motorcycle
or two or three or four
or even more
here on the southern boundary
of a county seat
in a State
where rural counties
have been disenfranchised
of political purpose.
Our largest employers
are two tribally owned casinos.
One across the Thames River
flowing past our backyard retreat.
Our second largest income producer
may be the County Courthouse
where attorneys and police
collude to extort voluntary donations
from poor young adults
red and yellow,
black and white,
guilty of speeding
and texting
and smoking medicine
without a license
in Great White Father's sight.
I have been listening and watching
for what this half acre is.
We are not as rural as I had hoped,
with State highway 12 too near my front yard,
but this place is also not urban
or suburban.
What it is not,
whom we are not,
seems more clearly articulated
than any positive definition,
refining our becoming quiet place,
alone together,
shunned by healthier neighbors.
It's another lonely ending
anticipating yet another not new beginning
tomorrows stretching out alone
long retiring shadows
on this southern edge
of a Connecticut County Seat
without apparent purpose
or co-defining meaning.