Best Labor Poems
Got kidnaped from my African village,
tossed on a big, long ship that sailed far away
Stripped of every decent human privilege,
forced to work on short sleep, long hours, no pay
Didn’t come to America on a pleasure cruise,
land of freedom wasn’t nothing but fake news
Forced to work on short sleep, long hours, no pay
Looks like to me, everyday is hard Labor Day
Of january starting a new year
Of heart messages written on colored paper in february
and my birthday in april
of green cabbage and corned beef in march
Of hot dogs and hamburgers in may for memorial day
the beginning of summer in june
And fireworks in july
The summer coming to an end in august
Labor day gatherings before the kids start back to school in september
Spooks and goblins prancing through the street in october
A turkey feast in november
And everyone opening gifts in december.
July 27,2013. Humorous
The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid
Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns
trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil
and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil
does indifferent soil its gasping unholy vomit spill
she folds the clothes and then she falls asleep.
Trudge the hours and crack the unwilling stones
as her shadow walks into bars of uneven ethereal mists
the dark red rouge smears in round about shy patterns
she wonders, where does brown dung of yesterday hide
She slaves as a worker, her tired muscles cramp
her mind drifts and then it accuses her of nothingness
today is for work, tomorrow the mice may play
her work is as ancient days a drifting into noon
she is bent as a scornful indifferent boothill
as she finally stops, yes stops, to dare to go to sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
June 2nd 1972
Note: My new girlfriend's mother is a housemaid. Works 6 days week about 12 hour a day/
The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still
We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise
I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era
We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain
carrying chopped wood
to stack in our supply pile ...
my whole day splintered
Poetry is a gift and a labor of love.
Beautifully inspired words of
Gentleness. Composing words
Of Kindness. Chasing the
Blues far far away!
Poetry is a gift and a labor of love.
Heavenly angels joyfully singing
Words of Wisdom and words of
Love. Flowing freely!
Poetry is a gift and a labor of love.
Heavenly saints join in their
Chorus of inspirational love.
Rejoicing for all eternity.
Poetry is a gift and a labor of love.
Freely flowing from my mind.
Continually all of the time.
Wonderful words! Beautiful words!
Poetry is a gift and a labor of love.
Dancing queens in bright colors.
Swirling around in circles.
It's their limn! It's their limn!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 24, 2020
Special Days
Written: by Tom Wright
4/13/2006
It seems that for almost everything
We’ve set aside a special day.
We recognize others for their work
And sometimes for their play;
There’s a day set aside for Mothers
And likewise for Fathers too;
I’m sure that in this hodgepodge
There’s one that will cover you.
There’s a day to honor our Veterans,
Our police, firemen and teachers;
A National Fan Day even exists
For those who fill the bleachers.
There is New Years, and Ash Wednesday,
And Saint Valentine’s Day too.
And yes, the hard working Secretary
At last has been given her due.
We honor a few past Presidents,
Palm Sunday and beginning of Lent;
Our calendar has gotten so crowded
But Easter Sunday is time well spent.
We’ve Christmas, and Thanksgiving
And we recognize Flag Day too.
Then there’s Martin Luther King Day
And I suspect for a Boy Named Sue.
Armed forces and Daylight Savings
Each has their very own day.
Labor Day and Columbus too
Are remembered in this special way;
We’ve Election Day, and Bosses Day,
We honor the Devil on Halloween.
And then there’s old St. Patrick’s
For the donning of the green;
There’s Boxing Day and Yom Kipper
And the gobs between I’ve missed.
That I classify as the minor ones
I could name if you should insist.
Birthdays, and Anniversaries,
We treat really special too.
With all these days to remember
Just what is a guy to do?
Even old Phil the Ground Hog
His day has long been real.
It’s enough to cause a country boy
To shout, Hey, what’s the deal?
Why subject them to danger and risk?
If they represent something so special
Why not attend to them with such brisk?
Especially, when things look crucial
Every child is an important element
It’s been my intent to save every child
Come on, this is not an experiment
I am stopping it with every effort in wild
I am so determined to stop this train
Hopefully, I am not alone but in a team
Working to stop child labor again and again
Oh yeah! That’s also my dream
Please just help get the message across
We are here to help carry the cross
The time is very due!
The time to stop it all
Time to stop this bad act.
The act of child laboring.
Set the children free.
Save our future leaders.
Save them from suffering.
And save our dear future.
Nourish them with much care.
Give them the needed attention.
And Stop Child Labor, stop it now.
Stop it completely, stop it for good.
This is only one way we can.
To save our wonderful future
I can see only one way
Only one way to save our tomorrows.
The children we see today,
Are the instrumental future leaders.
Perhaps they are the hope of the future.
With arms in arms, wake wild and bold.
That we may soon arrest this saga.
The little children, our future heroes
Suffers a lot and we can testify this.
It is most happening in Africa.
And far in the corners of Asia
Save them from risk and danger
Make life live wealthy for them
It’s our very very responsibility
To protect the future leaders
There has been several efforts.
I know many people are hard on it
Deep in it with all arms widely open
Wild in it with all eyes watching over
Just to bring this child labor thing to a stop
I know brethrens and sistrens across the globe.
Who are working with real energy
To put this child labor thing away.
Ranging from the United Nations'
Conscious and sub conscious efforts.
Through UNICEF and other wings
To save the future leaders everywhere.
Just can’t refuse to regard that great work
Also the relentless efforts by corporate bodies.
Such as NGOs, Governments and other institutions
That fights every night and day across the globe.
To save the future of our precious world.
Just can't imagine the world of tomorrow
All so without the children of today.
Now the call is clear and loud
Wake up and join in the fight
To Stop Child Labor Now
Labor day holiday is laughingly laborious
Pack a punch of partying
On one only lonely playful day
Tonight the trio sets the timepiece to
alarm again in the am another
Work and school worry with the rules day
Contest: Alliteration
Sponsor: John Freeman
Please stop child labor
Let the poor kids go to school
Please give them stipend
A child on the street
Begging for something to eat
"Future's prevented".
Lonely hours, seems
You've lived quite often
Silence in the shame
Of your sacred day
Blue light through your eyes
Shines an open coffin
Gleaming miracles on the way
Broken windows
Winter broken windows
False visions have you seen
Ice melts softly into tears
In your fluid still life scene
Wasn't it you who said "nothing Matters?"
It wasn't you who said
"Life''s a holiday."
Form:
The broad
masses
of the American
people
celebrate on Labor day
the efforts
that
the
hard working
people
of the past
have made
to build a
better place
for those descendants to
live in
This Labor Day
reflect on the
struggles that
we've gone through
over the last
couple of hundred years
The late Studs Terkel
knew this well
He is gone
but left a legacy for us
Whatever you do for a living
you should be honored on
this day
and take a minute or two
to think about
those how have
struggled
so that the rest of us
can have a better life
HAPPY LABOR DAY
To give a correct memory to May
On my computer’s Internet I look
Where I find stories of courageous way.
And in my mind I see remind to shook
Grave and dignified people to protest
In the painted cover of an old book.
But against them violence addressed
The legal power serving their boss
Which for law and order there messed.
When workers with police got across
Were shot abruptly with fear and dismay
Although they asked to fulfil a loss.
When was estabilshed then the labor day?
The Knights of Labor people’s work to honor
As date picked up the first day of May.
To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed
But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed
Manager abuses authority
Women work there as a majority
In fact it feels like a sorority
The cycles
The emotion
Cure the curse
Brew the potion
Can't a day at work be smooth as lotion
The guys would think it's great
No not at all
Workin with women make me exhausted to the point I just wanna fall
On the floor
Move no more
I want another job
I don't fit in this clothing store
Hours of moving boxes
Eyes red like foxes
Picking up hanger after hanger
Up up goes my anger
Fingers getting poked from sensoring clothes
I smell laziness under my nose
Back-and-forth I carry lay-a-ways
I shouldn't complain I get paid anyways
Watching the fitting room
Boring full of gloom
Vacuum the carpet last
Only an hour has pass
I can remember everything that just passed
I glare at the co-manager as I strode past
It's days I don't even get a break
I'm so mad my body is like a blender the way I shake
In a four hour shift how much did I make
Four multiplied by 8.25 an hour
I used to make more than that from mama when I cleaned the shower
This is the price I pay for an "honest hustle"
But the whole time, no girl moves a muscle
I haven't eaten in hours my stomach hurts as if I'm in labor
This job is killing me like slave labor
But it's minus the whips
This chump change will never get me the luxurious "whips"
This time the master is African American
Can she, yes she, make the girls work
Yes she can
But privately refuses
The overworking confuses
She's invading my work ethic
So intrusive
I can't get away from this slave ship
So not elusive
No benefits
No pay on holidays
I need a job but also my dignity
I'm leaving anyways
I've gained experience and it's plenty money out there
Never has so much sweat dripped from my hair
Never worked a morning
Man this job is boring
If I lay my head
I swear I'm snoring
I'm glad to be in college
Gaining knowledge
When I get my own business I'll do people a favor
By ridding the world of slave labor