Best Labour Poems
So
often
a poem
conceived by me
just
a
moment
before sleep,
a head to pen
leap-
just
hours old,
I bring you,
my dear hearts to
view,
my
labours,
exclusive
and original and
new
Intense my heartbeat at the break of day
Be it the hues that mingle in the sky
Or clustered clouds that keep the sun at bay
The moment’s pleasure sends my spirits high.
Inhaling deeply, fragrance in the air,
My soul uplifted and with passion fed
In heat of ardour, my emotions bare,
With enthusiasm plan the work ahead.
Stomach, rounded like an inflated balloon
With jerking pain that strikes harmoniously
Pangs of pain round the waist
Orbiting the midriff
Round and round like the sun moves round the earth
The pain signaling the arrival of a new soul
The pain signaling the approach of a new dawn
Like a new flower sprouting from it's bud
So does the little being springs out from her
Amidst sweet tears and sweat
Amidst long hard push
And with each gleeful push
Comes your emergence
The pang of pain
That transforms a woman to a mother
The herald of motherhood
December 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 13-14
Key Verse – Revelation 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LABOUR AND WORK REWARDER
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
asserting Your supreme authority
Thank You that You sustain me for my faith’s stability
With Your power over death’s infirmity…
Let me praise You with all my sincerity.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
affirming Your abundant grace
Thank You that You invite me to come to You without doubt’s trace
With Your leadership of eternal foundation-brace…
Let me honour You with my stewardship along Christian race.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
ascertaining Your revival fire
Thank You that You uphold me in my virtuous desire for which I aspire
With Your mercy and might that cannot retire…
Let me trust You along reliance You require.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
attesting Your loving fatherhood
Thank You that You keep me in Your redemption against religion’s falsehood
With Your precious seal for my sainthood…
Let me follow You as proof of my servanthood.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
accentuating Your perfect role
Thank You that You freed me from sinfulness-goal
With Your compassion toward eternal heavenly pole…
Let me worship You with all my being’s whole.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
acclaiming Your glorious presence
Thank You that You bless me along disciple’s license
With Your commandment’s incense…
Let me pray to You, beholding Your favour’s iridescense.
Lord God, You are my labour and work Rewarder,
articulating Your fruitful harvest
Thank You that You build me up for reaching-out zest
With Your commission toward ministerial crest…
Let me abide You and enjoy in Your fellowship’s nest.
December 26, 2023
Calloused canvas, etched with sun and rain,
A map of toil, where muscles speak their pain.
No crown adorns it, nor scepter's gilded shine,
But in its grip, a legacy entwines.
Not pharaohs' monuments, nor empires vast,
But fields that nourish, homes that rise at last.
Bricks laid true, with sweat for mortar's hold,
A city's pulse, in stories yet untold.
No artist's brush, nor poet's lyric grace,
But hammers tapping, leaving their own trace.
Steel forged and shaped, with fire's ardent kiss,
A symphony of sparks, where dreams don't miss.
Not ruler's scepter, nor scholar's quill,
But thread spun fine, with patient, practiced skill.
Garments woven, warmth against the cold,
A mother's love, in stitches neatly told.
No warrior's blade, nor priest's anointed hand,
But seeds that sprout, at farmer's wise command.
Land nurtured, yielding life anew,
A cycle's dance, beneath a sky so blue.
No sculptor's chisel, nor architect's grand plan,
But tools that mend, held by a steady hand.
Machines repaired, with rhythmic, whirring hum,
A world kept turning, never truly numb.
Not surgeon's scalpel, nor teacher's guiding pen,
But streets swept clean, where children play again.
Invisible threads, that bind a community,
A hand unseen, yet vital, you can see.
So raise your gaze, beyond the gilded frame,
To hands that build, the ones without a name.
For in their toil, a nation's spirit thrives,
A tapestry of labour, where humanity survives.
Right to Education...
Many people in the world are poor,
Whereas, the richer sections take a tour.
We are blessed to take the best,
But, what about the rest.
Many children are engaged into labour,
I ask, “Who all are in favour?”
I question those who engage their child,
As per the government, a case should be filed.
Don’t burden them by sand,
Rather, give a book in their hand
Let them fly high in the air,
Opened from the cage,
At this early age.
4th August, 2009,
A day, when childhood was shown,
In the charming eyes of those,
Who from that time began learning prose.
Whatever I can read,
Its not because of spoon-feed.
Its because of education,
Which I have received from my proud nation.
RTE aims to provide education,
To improve the literacy rates of our nation.
To set the kids free,
Far and far away from the labour tree.
Signing off:-
Esha Dutt
Child labour is a slaughter
Which seizes their laughter
They miss their tutors
Child labour is a process
In which they lose their progress
Child labour is a crime
But it became their prime
Child labour spoils the child
And they become wild
Child labour must be stopped
Tools must be dropped
And they must be topped.
A child should be a learner
But never be a labourer
And they should become learned
A child should be a literate
To change his fate
But never so late
To do now
Is to sow
The seed of awareness
((( Sailor
Sail your boat
Sun's rising ~ on the sea
Set your sails
Winds blowing easterly
Cast your nets to fish
Pack your catch and go
Your woman’s waiting home
To feed the family )))
"CHILD LABOUR "
Please do me a favour ,
Ruin the acts of child labour;
Soft hands which have to take pencil,
You classify them under worker's council;
Let's pump the education in mind,
Train them to innovate ideas they need to find;
Everyone once go grocery shop,
Somewhere any kid working under official top;
Nourishment is the first step to proceed,
Working a child one should better retreat;
Don't make them the mode of money,
Young minds like bear, fetching knowledge as honey;
Working age men are completely in glut,
Child doing the same is simply absurd;
Bring a sweet smile on lovely face,
A smile which has an everlasting trace;
They also have dreams which aren't fake,
Let them transform into reality they make;
Outburst the perspicacity in every kid,
Child labour is a crucial issue one has to get rid;
Youths are the forerunners of the country,
We commit crime making them work in sultry;
Worse gets when any child is infected,
You get annoyed if productivity is affected;
We know how good our jurisdiction,
Corruption everywhere as bad addiction;
Shape a better future for the nation,
Make this disease result into termination;
Abuses coming from their heart's shore,
Convert this to blessing by changing course;
We can't earn respect on such huge cost,
Let's melt the ice which got frost;
It is an epidemic malfunction running everywhere,
Some of us making it chronic,be aware;
We are strong,we can't surrender,
Egregious error infront of us,it's ocular;
Why we are becoming phlegmatic?
Change we need,change should be drastic;
Wash every single pain from sweet hearts,
We have to stop this, we have to guard.
white calm broken by
sounds of rhythmic shoveling -
hard winter labour
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall of cadence,
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a little song,
struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon
my page;a bastard-born of pain,
ancestry unknown,no more to roam
Hear me read this poem aloud here http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw
and my other video poetry at this link
http://youtube.com/ichthyschiro
an agile perch
jumps out of the fishing net
labour lost
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Placement:None; (January 2011)
Contest:Haiku vs Senryu
Sponsor:Charles Henderson
By:kashinath karmakar(18th January,2011)
From something old
Comes something new
A different shade
More red than blue
From Old Labour
Borrowing
Good favour
And
A following
by Gail
Child labour
He is just a boy
Not yet a man
She is just a girl
Not yet a woman
He need to grow with care
Not to trade on the street
She need grow with care
Not a prostitute on the street
He is too young to be a bread
Winner
She is too young to be send to
Marriage at age of 12
Why the hard cored on this
Innocent soul in places
Like boldly and clearly
Is much well seen on
The so called third world
Beyond the third world as well
As doe some profit while
The innocent grief
For as a slave is as
Child labour
They held hands for the first time.
She , still a virgin.
Him , still a virgin.
A beautiful night of companionship,
That lasted a life time,
On that night of innocence,
As the bonding was formed.
A boy tiny in form was made.
Though tiny but a handsome miniature
Very mettlesome a kick to the womb,
Music to the ears of his folks.
This was no flaccid baby,
But a Conqueror in the making.
Showered by love moulded by sacrifice