Best Grindstone Poems

Perseverance is surely the name of the game
With every challenge before you
It applies to the highest mountains you climb
Ignoring distractions is the clue 

Roadblocks are...

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Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.
At least that's what I hear.
Teach a man to fish and he'll sit in a rowboat
fishing...

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Morning coffee, read the paper, brush your teeth and make the bed
Start the car up, drive to work with endless chatter in your head.
Rhythm’s just...

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“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another...

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First person shooter,
on a hate tour of duty,
swinging a bullet sling blade
Buying a death row ticket,
worth fifteen minutes of fame
First person murder shooter;
womb-to-the-cradle-to-the-grave robber,
using your...

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Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below...

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My paper, pen and me


Stepping from the shadows.
Not sure where we belong.
Wondering where we slipped off track.
And where life went so wrong.

My nose to the...

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“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another...

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On the peak of Mount Gobbledygook a man of wisdom sat,
Wondering if this would be the day that someone might stop to chat.

For in his...

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Going to get a “haircut” today
Actually getting all of them cut
Cutting just one would hardly be noticed
Now I'm being a silly nut

There's many other sayings...

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Drumbeats, drumbeats, drumbeats
My soul is searching, searching, searching
My pulse is rising, rising, rising
My heart is pounding, pounding, pounding

I sit silent and meditate
Hoping for my sails...

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How we loved the same
Foods, had the same dreams,
Wanted the same future, longed for the
Same life together, loved the same movies
And songs and books and...

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Tucked in the gray mob, safe, sound and asleep.
An eternity of time never marked.
Dimly recalled eon of forest deep.
When all else is still, the whispered...

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I forgot.

When was it
the word withered
the phrases fled?

When did vigilance for the lines
crumble laxly into the air.

Was it when I, unfaithful
to my craft, forgot to...

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No torrid steel rod will cauterize my wounds
I cannot lick these festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue has bitten deeply 
fangs plunged with each vile cursed...

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