Best Labors Poems
Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus
Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold,
A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands,
His tales endure and will forever be told.
Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded,
Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled;
As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus
Categories:
labors, appreciation, art, dedication, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Long-term, limitless, lingering love literally lightens life's labors.
Categories:
labors, love,
Form:
Alliteration
Dusky twilight foam.
Ever flowing nearing shore.
No more suffering.
*For Contest
Categories:
labors, hope, inspirational
Form:
Haiku
everybody works
coral dawn to ruby sun
season to season
creativity
expressing all hopes and dreams
of a blooming world
nine to five caring
with all your heart hanging out
to nurture loved ones
it makes the stars shine
and bluebirds sing on a loop
and colors our lives
Categories:
labors, creation, family, joy, love,
Form:
Haiku
Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls,
And virgin smiles of shyest brides
Soonest morph into widowed furls;
Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides.
Swearing lovers of staunchest troth
Must sample your bitterest swill too,
And forfeit bonds of grandest worth,
As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do.
Most ardent toilers all hours round
In shady hands fattest gains leave,
Mowed to abysses dark worlds far;
To aliens you their ripe labors give.
And not even sure-shooting hunters still,
Can with all probity wait to taste their kill.
Bards of sharpest wits and niftiest tropes,
Thus must bow and trim ink’s wild hopes.
Your dial’s dual fangs envenom all matter,
And you’re Joy’s most culpable Saboteur!
Categories:
labors, age, allegory, allusion, betrayal,
Form:
Imagism
I've tried to be patient
I've tried to understand
I've stood by your side
Because you're my man
I've put up with your lies
I've put up with your ways
I've heard many stories
And yet I stay
I've given my love
I've given my trust
I've given my all
For what, your lust?
I've opened my arms
I've opened my life
I've opened those doors
To include any strife
I put up with much
I get very little
I give all I can
This is my acquittal
So if you're not happy
And you have to question my love
You better take note
These are the labors of love!
Categories:
labors, confusion, devotion, husband, life,
Form:
In punishment now
My labor be done
By Heaven divine
Conviction is won
Twelve efforts twelve years
Too much to conceive
With club and a bow
Although I'm bereaved
The mighty enforce
Has stolen the day
From King and alike
And naught but to say...
"I've finished these deeds
You've asked to perform
I must go back home
And weather the storm
A family gone
Now shredded to tears
The labor undone
I go face my fears"
Categories:
labors, allegory, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
Life's Labors Lost
She thought she was a coffee barista!
Alas, she found at this, shewas far from being an artista!
She headed off next to the nearest, prestigious
bartender school.
Indeed, the clumsy woman, made a perfect drink
but broke her leg, tripping over a bar stool!
She then, took only jobs that required no motion,
Just sitting jobs became her golden rule!
December 16, 2019
Categories:
labors, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, man, a marvel of creation's might,
A distinctive being, with zeal and passion bright.
Ever ready to toil, to provide and to sustain,
The weight of family responsibilities, he bears with no complaint.
From dawn till dusk, he labors with unwavering dedication,
Enduring the slings of insult, from superior and subordinate's desecration.
His strength, a wonder to behold, a testament to his unyielding will,
For the sake of loved ones, he perseveres, his spirit unbroken still.
Oh, man, who can compare your strength?
A pillar of resilience, in the face of life's length.
Yet, as you care for others, heed this solemn refrain,
Remember to tend to yourself, lest you suffer in vain.
For when you're gone, others will remain,
Your wife, a new love may obtain,
Your children, grown, will forge their own way,
Leaving you, dear man, to face eternity's day.
So take time to check yourself, to heal and to mend,
To indulge in life's pleasures, and to be happy, dear friend.
For in the grand tapestry of life, your thread is unique and fine,
Weave it with care, dear man, and make your life's rhyme divine.
Categories:
labors, death, deep, desire, fruit,
Form:
Lyric
She will take a bus today; it will be an old bus on a long
taken journey. The factory is a derelict shell. She cannot smell
the dereliction, she smells the walls and the ranks of machines
that thunder and hiss inside a grey vault of printed moments.
Her hands remember what to do, the machine whines and spins
as she tends.
The foreman is a watchful bastard, anger fills her throat
as he glares through an oily interface in her mind.
The boss is a mustache in a suit that never speaks to the
workers. She does not recall taking the bus home.
Around teatime threads of light arrow down from a domed
ceiling introducing her once again to an upholstered moment.
She reaches out for the mechanical cat. It is its birthday and
the woman who interlopes into her present hovers over her
as she drinks her tea. Small talk wanders around the room,
it cannot hear itself anymore. The cat purrs her to sleep again.
Two women talk in a corridor, discuss deterioration or
improvement - there are signs of both. Progress in any
restorative sense is not mentioned. It is decided not tell her
who she is anymore, it only confuses the operators of
wrecking balls, the driver of the bus, the long dead foreman,.
Soon another workday will chug to a stop at her doorstep
then depart for places only pictured in monochrome archives.
Inside the buffet and pitch of a city bus breadwinners dream
of jam for evening supper.
Categories:
labors, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Lo, the lonely labors of lifeless list lyrical lost love labors~
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
labors, absence, analogy, beautiful, love,
Form:
Alliteration
Rest From My Labors
by Lanier Thomas
I’ve been acquainted with war and violence
And escaped, me thought, to a land of silence.
But war followed me and gave me no rest, hence
I must meet, face to face, war’s dread countenance.
I will have no peace till my foes lie in death;
No rest, till mine enemy spends his last breath.
I bid my love goodbye and shoulder my pack;
Pick up my gun, knowing not if I’ll be back.
I’ll love you beyond the valley of my death;
I will wait for you where love ever liveth.
But God will judge the right of what I have done,
And I’ll dwell in the eternal land I’ve won.
Categories:
labors, fantasy, love, patriotic, war,
Form:
Couplet
To hands that toil from dawn till night,
In sun's harsh blaze or fading light,
You build the world we proudly see,
With silent strength and dignity.
You mend the roads, you sow the land,
With weathered skin and calloused hands.
Your sweat is ink on history's page,
Your spirit—brave, no gilded cage.
No marble hall, no silver throne,
Can stand without the stone you've thrown.
Each brick you lay, each crop you tend,
Is proof of love that doesn't bend.
You are the heart, the pulse, the flame,
Too long unsung, too often unnamed.
But on this day, we lift you high,
Beneath the flag, beneath the sky.
May justice walk where you have led,
May fair reward meet daily bread.
The world may rest, the rich may play,
Because you rise each breaking day.
For all you've given, all you've done,
For battles lost and victories won,
We thank you now with humbled grace;
The world is better for your place.
Categories:
labors, appreciation, beautiful, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Labor and perform your duties as you patiently wait
to enter that Divine , Heavenly, and Pearly Gate.
Continually be clothed in your Spiritual Armor,
knowing that Satan is tricky and quite a charmer!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Categories:
labors, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
Categories:
labors, abortion, abuse, addiction, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme