Best Full Time Job Poems
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Time Flies By
By Kevin L Fairbrother
As we grow older, time just seems to fly
We welcome the new day and in no time
Well, we are looking at the night sky
…
We forget to do what we had just done
We can’t do what we used to, but try
We have to watch our diet both day and night
…
A night sleep is always interrupted
As the medication keeps us awake
And the bladder, well mate- it just won’t wait
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The past we wondered how we coped
Raising a family with a full time job
Now it’s a full time job just remembering
What we need and what someone tells us
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We have no need of a fancy watch
For it would have no hope, of keeping up
So we spend our time living in the past
To stop the time from speeding up
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Crowds of people, create too much noise
And driving in traffic brings us no joy
We look for somewhere quite to hide
Spend our time saying sorry, I did not hear
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The younger generation doesn’t understand
For they, challenge with what would you, know
The past is so different from what is now
So back in your corner, old man
…
Growing old is a race to the grave
A race that we will never win
For medication just keeps us going
As we wait our time in a rocking chair
For time means nothing... It, just flies by
He was an unpopular celebrity who enjoyed his liquid food
Acting weirdly normal when he was in a happy mood
He’d been on a heavy diet and was eating lots of jumbo shrimp
They were disgustingly delicious with hot chili and on his diet he won't skimp
His stomach was growing smaller and now looked awfully pretty
I hear his dieting was an open secret and not virtual reality
Once a star of film and stage he could stand out in a small crowd
His face was pretty ugly but his quiet presence was quite loud
This was his goodbye reception for he was now a failing star
Now his full time job in his retirement is propping up the bar!
08~20~16
Contest - Oxymoronic Obsession Sponsored by David Lindsay
Stanza 1 unpopular celebrity, liquid food, weirdly normal. happy mood
Stanza 2 heavy diet, jumbo shrimp. disgustingly delicious, hot chili
Stanza 3 growing smaller. open secret, virtual reality, awfully pretty
Stanza 4 small crowd, pretty ugly,
Stanza 5 goodbye reception, failing star, full time job in his retirement
When a man retires from working life,
That’s when a full-time job gets his wife.
The job of a day’s time
Rewarding rare a dime,
And as perks— life on edge rife with strife!
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When I wrote this I wondered why it took me15 long years to pen a small ditty like this. But it is hard on men to confess truth. I’m sure all suffering spouses must be feeling somewhat like this. Yet, to be fair on me, I get all along solid firing from the new boss— much more than I might have received all of working career.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 01.05.15 |
Lucille (“Lucy”) Ball
Her desire for show biz fame is anything but small
Plays the wife of Ricky the Cuban drummer
How she goes about it could not be funnier.
Desi (“Ricky”) Arnaz
A full-time job reining in his kooky wife he has
Loves Lucy with all his heart
And his conniving Lucy is extremely smart!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written September 29, 2021
especially for "Clerihew 2" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
I want to share a few,
Fond memories of my dad,
With an experience or two,
Of the times together we had.
He was a carpenter by trade,
Just like Jesus used to be,
But the full time job with mom he made,
Was taking care of me.
I remember things we did together,
When I was five years old,
My first fishing trip, buying my first heifer,
And letting me ride a steer in a rodeo.
Fixing a racecar up together was fun,
It was for me to race someday,
Even though it was work that was done,
It seemed more like play.
It was in April of 2001,
When my dad helped me find a steer,
I named him Blazer and he was the one,
That I thought would bring a winning year.
I looked forward to the pick up day to be,
When my dad would be breaking in the steer,
And it would be just dad and me,
Because my mom, of that, she had a fear.
Before he had a chance to break her in,
He had a heart attack and had to rest,
He told me that I’d have to step in,
And just try to do my best.
I was a little worried and not so sure,
If I could even really do this stuff,
And since it had always been my dad before,
I waited for my dad to guide me when he had strength enough.
My dad wanted to help me more but he was too sick,
So I tried even harder this time around,
And Blazer sure didn’t like the show stick,
But I finally got him to walk with me on the ground.
And the time came that I knew then,
Blazer would be ready for the Auction show,
But my dad had another heart attack again,
And I realized there was life lesson for me to know.
The lesson that I have learned here,
Is that sometimes we really do,
Take for granted our family will always be there,
But you never know when they won’t be able to help you.
As the brightest star in the sky,
Reminds me of Nana, my dad’s mother,
There is now another bright star near by,
For dad and the love we shared with each other.
Written for Dustin 5/27/2003
Florence McMillian (Flo)
From stubbed toes ,countless tears and many more to come
Being a Mom is never done
From baseball games,gymnastics,dances and proms
There is no full time job such as mom
From the punishments like no outside and no tv
To the love that was so unconditionally
From "Its painfull to be beautiful" & " Live and learn"
You taught so lovingly yet so firm
Making us proude to be who we are today
Keeping our mouths shut, if there is nothing nice to say
Working how ever long it took
Just to buy me that new pocket book
Getting the school clothes off of lay-away
Man that was the most magical day
It was enough for you, just to see us smile
Letting us stay home from school every once in a while
When we faught, you were the referee
Sending us both to our rooms so seriously
From being our cheif,servant, personal shoufer and maid
Doing it all without getting paid
Hosting parties on our behalf
To practicliy forcing us to get in the bath
Dressing us from head to toe
Not missing one talent show
Your a magnificent sculpter, molding and creating us
A love built on honesty,integrity,compassion and trust
Love you mom your the best!
I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over the years since,
I’ve had many terms of employment,
Both full and part-time.
My part-time jobs have included
Hanging wallpaper and painting houses.
Building stockade style fences.
Landscaping and more landscaping.
Cleaning commercial kitchen exhaust hoods.
I’ve been a receptionist at yoga studios,
A registered yoga instructor,
A certified personal trainer,
A high school cross country,
Wrestling, and track & field coach.
I’ve been a substitute teacher
At every grade level, K-12.
I’ve also been a supervisor of
Student teachers earning their
Master’s degrees in education.
Most recently, I work as a museum docent.
My full-time jobs have included
Bartender in a low-life country dive.
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
Laborer in a garment factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
A refrigerated trailer factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
And a lamp factory.
(It was too hot to drink anything but water on the job.)
I’ve engraved gift items in a mall kiosk.
Yes, I drank on the job.
I’ve worked at a day camp for disabled adults
And was a resident advisor in a facility
For profoundly disabled adults.
I’ve been a public-school custodian,
And a teacher of high school history and sociology,
My longest tenure at any job, by far.
My final full-time job
Was as a maintenance superintendent
In a seventy-building garden apartment complex.
I’ve also been a writer of fiction
Who draws from experience
Attempting to fashion a plausible tale.
Right now in my life I’m at a turning point
Trying to be an adult and not disappoint
I realize I’m not a child anymore
But I don’t know what my future has in store
Taking on the challenges of living on my own
Planting life within the ground and having those seeds sown
Driving a car, paying bills while going to school
Not living with my parents; under my own rule
Finding a career; something I’m good at and enjoy
Trying to find a full time job or place that will employ
Trying to find a wife with whom I’ll settle down
Finding a home and raising kids in a quiet homely town
Growing up and trying to make something of myself
But all of this cannot be done unless you find yourself
I know that all my poems may seem contradictory
One moment I seem really down and then talk about victory
One moment I talk about heartache, then about purpose
I’m trying to express my emotions that lie below the surface
Everyday I battle things that lie within my mind
But I try to give others hope, assist them, and be kind
I’m at a point in my life where I’m trying to find myself
My future now is much too hazy and won’t reveal itself
I thank you for reading these poems and letting me speak my mind
Maybe some inspiration or hope from these words you’ll find
I’ll still keep searching for the answers to find what life’s about
For now my life’s a mystery; I’m trying to figure it out
Now that I am older I know the world is much colder.
Now that I am older I am always looking over my shoulder.
Now that I am older I know why I cry.
Now that older I still want to know why people want no truth just a lie.
Now that I am older triing to live is a full time job when so many want me to die.
Now that I am older I ask my self why even try.
Now that i am older I am the one who gets the assaults.
Now that I am older I see everbodys, lies,deceiet, I know there faults.(A GIFT NO
A CURSE).
Now that I am older I paray for change but, they are all the same just different
names.
Now that I am older the hunter becomes the prey this is my games remeber
there names.
Now that I am older I am full of so much pain,I now am insane but, my words they
can no longger contain.
Now that I am older I keep my mouth shut and time just time that is all we all
have until I die I will continue this lie,until no MORE HUNTERS REMAIN.
WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE,LIFE IS NOT FAIR ,ALWAYS FIGHT,ALWAYS TRY
STAY LOW BECAUSE EVENTUALLY RUNNING YOU MAY HAVE TO STAY STILL.
nOW THAT i AM OLDER THIS LIFE IS NO BIG THRILL.
Now that I am older do you know
Mum another word for mother
One We want as no other
Solid and strong
Geeing us along
In times of of need
Your always there
To hold our hand
And show you care
Mum your there when we are down
Listening to us and giving us the frown
Giving us the strength we need
To get up and proceed
This is done without a fuss
Because you’re the wise one that we trust
As a mum for all these years
We so sorry for many tears
But we try in our own little way
Making you proud at the end of the day
You taught us how to cook and clean
Sort out our lives and be seen
Without you there to sort us out
All we would do is scream and shout
The bank of mum is a full time job
I know its hard as were little sods
But we do love you with all our hearts
Without you we would not start
So thank you\ mum for being you
And this comes from the other two
You made us what we are today
Strong and caring all the way
And finally I would like to say
We love you mum
Happy Mothers Day
I love the stories my granny will tell
From a much more simple time
The way she met Papa and in love they fell
She worked at the five and dime
Then there's the one of her driving lesson
Flying down a winding mountain
Her mom needed anxiety medicine
Eyes were closed and counting
Pictures match the stories of the time and place
Her high school years occurred
Blonde curly hair and an angel face
The trouble that she stirred
Throwing pies at the boys outside the window
In her home economics class
Such innocent mischief, a tough row to hoe
Poodle skirts, long socks and sass
She was a working woman for American Airlines
Full time job and mother of three
Well put together and looking so fine
Photographs for me to see
I love how she dotes on the love of her life
Such a handsome man was he
After a couple of dates, destined to be his wife
The start of my family
Cold dawns and extremely chilly dusks
moving clouds stroll down very close to the Earth
vision blurred by dry mist
while humidity is tied in season’s personal polythene bag.
Air becomes a skeleton- ripped of its flesh
pain sensation, so active in a full time job
dry skins stay casualties to deformed flexibility
as they suffer a timely betrayal from an expected weather.
Evenings are blessed with romantic temperatures
even carrying along a windy followership
but always attach themselves to an ulterior motive
to stimulate a kind embrace and cause bodily malfunctions.
A period uniquely tropical
a season attracted to dry inlands and deserts
fully starting from the twelfth month to last seventy five days
sums up to be a mixed character of a major two;
as cold as the rainy days and as dry as the sunny ones.
I know this amazing lady
Her high heels, made of steel
A fraction, she can solve it
Diffusing the ordeal
Either you love her or despise
There is no common ground
She's frank with good intention
A sweet or bitter sound
She adopted me when we met
Took me under her wing
Puberty was an evil time
A calmness, she would bring
We're growing older as people do
She helps me to understand
I can survive the ugliest storm
Even one not planned
She asks me how I feel
Listens intently to my reply
Doing all she can
To ensure that I fly high
People like her come seldom
She is an angel in disguise
Guarding my evil surroundings
Quieting my cries
3 children of her own
Full time job and trying times
But when I need her gentle words
It seems, her troubles all align
I’m daughtering in place and it’s a full time job.
I'm a posable figurine, like a barbie for my mom.
She's been shopping in a frenzy, to fill the empty hours.
I think we have an Amazon truck dedicated to our house.
I needed another closet so we took my sister's room
It looks like a Dior outlet-store or maybe King Tut's tomb.
"I think you've gotten carried away," I said to her last night.
Looking at all the loot arranged, she said, "you may be right."