Best Lifework Poems
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
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For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
We all have dreams whether or not they come true that depends on you. Dreams just
don’t happen you have to make them happen. You may think you will never get your
dreams. But anyone can have their dreams it will not be easy. If you want something
bad enough you got to do whatever it takes to get it. The harder you work at it the
easier it will come true. Never give up you just have to work harder keep trying sooner
or later you will get that dream. You may even have to work nonstop if you do you will
see how fast you come out on top. “SO KEEP DREAMMING AND NEVER STOP”.
26 June 08 9:00 am
I walk a lot softer than I used to
I walk a lot slower than I used to
I work a lot less than I used to
I work a lot slower than I usde to
But I love a lot more than I used to
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Some time ago
A late night supper
Was set for me
Steaming dishes
Plates
Glasses
Solitary salt and pepper
In silver trim
All waited for me
On white linen.
Finished
I sat back
Drink in hand
Remembering
Life takes many roads
Some twisted
Others narrow and endless
Signs
Glowing in the night
Dot the lonely highway
Pointing in different directions.
Take nothing for granted
Until it’s done
Take what you need
And need what you take
Compromise
Half of something is better than all of nothing
Keep your life simple
You need only one home
If you choose the monastic life
You need less than that
Pace yourself
Only a reckless fool lives like
They’ll die tomorrow
No one can go back
To start a new beginning
But everyone can start today
And make a new ending.
Keep your word
People work hard for their money
Count yours carefully
And spend it wisely
Love all
Trust few
Believe only God
An enemy can never betray you
Only a friend can.
Your family is all you have
Provide for them
And they will stay with you.
Every mistake tells a story
Be willing to learn
Experience is hard to come by
Book learning is good
But hard work and talent
Will unlock your dreams.
In the quiet of night
When the beating of your pulse
Is all you hear
Be honest
Know the difference of
Following your heart
And reading between the lines.
What do you do when you walk into a Pizza Place? You order, wait at least 30 minutes,
right? Yes, and then the only other option is to listen, never dreaming you can also learn.
The delivery lady, a young, black who is exhausted bolts through the door carrying the same
large pizza warmers that she left with an hour ago. Bedragled and void of smile, she stops at
the counter saying, "Whew,what a night I done had!"
"Girl, what chew doin back here? You still got dem pizzas? What happened"?
"It wuzn't on the boulevard. It was down dis gravel road and my car bumped all over all dem
holes. Dey ain't on the boulevard, dey ain't! Aint no people dere"!
"Girl, Waz da matter wit you? I gave yew a map"!
"Yeah, I knowed but dey didn't have no money to pay me wit"
"Girl, dey done paid by credit card. You gotta go back dere now!"
An older delivery man is sitting at a table waiting to pick up his order to deliver
it "somewhere" and he shouts loud, "Girl, Welcome to my world!" then he adds
"I gotta go pick up my daughter but if I can work an extra hour, I'll get a friend to pick her
up."
OMG, I can feel their pain but do they really have any pain? This is a normal work week for
them and they are grateful for that extra hour of work to get that pay.
This is the real world. I don't live in the real world and I don't think that I ever did.
Talk to me..
Our little wooden cottage
nestled by the sea,
Our get-away, our hideaway,
just there for you and me.
No T.V. and no telephone,
but fun there is to be,
Swimming, tanning, frolicking,
in our cottage by the sea.
I love this time we spend alone
when the rat-race we must flee.
To eat and sleep and just relax
in our cottage by the sea.
The waves that lap our feet by day,
the shade given by the tree,
We laugh, we love, we skinny-dip
when from our work we're free.
And when one day our work is done
and from our jobs we're free,
Then you and I will always live
in our cottage by the sea.
OH THE whole worlds come, come all
We fill up the world maritime with soil-
I know that is against natural appeal
Therefore our precious time shall we fritter away;
For where we hollow out the soil from
There shall we leave another sea-
Where then shall we term residence?
But uh humanity come a few, hardly any hands
We lug this edifice down to ground,
And we put a new-fangled one in its place-
I discern that work is trouble-free
For work of the hands of man
Shall never last long into the future,
It can be ruined in a day, any time.
In this modern day world where being average is applauded,
Wannabe’s and the fame hungry incomprehensibly rewarded.
These days it seems the talent less succeed,
Their lack of skills, and humility, beaten by only their greed.
The young and indulgent, saying ‘I want to be different’,
If only they could see their words inconsistent,
For if they truly meant what they said,
Then they surely would do something else instead,
A doctor, a scientist, an architect maybe,
These jobs are ‘different’!…or perhaps that’s just me?!!
Wouldn’t it be great to find a cure for cancer,
‘nah’ say these kids, ‘I wannabe a dancer’,
Well then how about being the next Albert Einstein,
‘no thanks, I’ll marry a footballer, his money will be mine!‘.
‘Celebrities’ intelligence, seemingly minimal,
Look at their lifestyles, their luxuries criminal,
And just how do they go about getting these things,
Often by showing their breast and belly button rings.
These comments harsh…in some cases untrue,
Some have skill and work hard at what they do,
But watching the news brings total frustration,
Gone are the days when I was proud of my nation.
.
Go out get a job, work hard and graft,
Not like so many, living off mum’s overdraft,
Kids and benefits, a modern day goal,
No wonder my country has lost its soul….
I am sitting here alone, my partner is in bed
I am still up here, while she rests her head
I have been off work for two whole weeks
I’ve been off with stress, troughs and peaks
I feel better now; so back it’s back to work I go
I won’t have much time, but at work it goes so slow
When working in my office full time it can be tough
Sometimes it gets as though enough is enough
I was so stressed that I couldn’t go on
I came home from work my self esteem gone
I needed a well earned rest from everything I do
Everyone deserves a rest I think so don’t you?
Bobby comes home from work to screaming kids and a nagging wife;
Feeling as if he hasn’t had a moment of peace in his entire life.
Jackson comes home from work to a dark and empty house;
Longing to fill the void of it all with offspring and a spouse.
Betty changes a dirty diaper and wipes a running nose;
The last time she pampered herself, only heaven knows.
Janet fixes another meal made especially just for one;
Wondering if her eligible days have all come and gone.
Each of them looks deep inside not liking what they see;
Convinced that everyone else in the world has a better reality.
Bobby watches his kids score a goal and his wife fixes him supper;
The pride he feels and love he shares works like a natural upper.
Jackson relaxes with a good book and listens to his favorite musician;
Comfortable with the freedom to do what he wants without any imposition.
Betty gets a big hug and a kiss from kids who say they love her;
The times she feels happiest is when she is helping out another.
Janet shares time with wonderful friends without any sexual tension;
And feels sorry for those unhappily married whose choices they often question.
Each of them looks deep inside and are happy with their destination;
Some days are good and some days are bad no matter our life situation.
when a parent of a child
experiences
with an odd mixture of shame,
humor & wonder,
that very first lie
which their children tells them,
does this parent experience the same feeling that they
themselves did
when they found out that
santa
wasn’t real?
like the slim difference between
a hysterical laughing face
&
a hysterical crying face,
that flipside reflection
of being let down by
reality,
comes swinging in your direction,
cornering you in the ring---
and do you believe in some kind of
creator?
as a parent who will lie to their child about
santa,
will you continue to conjure,
piggybacking on that greatest of great lies---
passing it on like an
std of the heart & mind?
in remembering the insignificance of
praying to a work of fiction,
why do you perpetuate that same
dissatisfaction that comes in perpetuating
your own perceived societal obligation
to
believe,
when in all honestly,
you are lying to yourself every day of your
life?
paraphrasing mr. maher in his work of genius,
“religulous,”
certainly, not believing that a fat man with a beard
could possibly deliver presents to every good little
boy & girl on this planet
in one night,
has a familiar ring to it,
when you consider the possibility of an
omniscient being
answering all the prayers of everyone that is
praying
on this planet,
every single time they ring in.
in a related
tangent:
it seems justifiable that when churches, temples
& mosques get tax breaks,
that in return,
the believers who attend weekly,
should have to wear some kind of prophylactic suit that would
keep their children from being
infected with
disease
before they have a chance to protect themselves
with rational
inquiry.
after a days work i am ready to
unwind
drink a beer smoke a blunt just to
ease my mind
to also put me in a mode to relieve
my stress
and stay focused on my task which
is being the best
sometimes i just chill and stay in the
house
it depends on how i feel whether or
not i'll go out
and be amongst friends as we paint
the town
i don't have a clue as to what may
go down
i just go with the flow and enjoy my
life
after a days work it's my god given
right
to kick up my feet and do as i please
it's up to me when i get off what i
do with my cheese
When disrespect is given
Never expect generosity
When fakeness is proven
Never expect the same treat
When a sorry is said but not taken in action
Don’t ever imagine or wait for forgiveness
In this case it is never granted
Cold frosty rude looks should be from the person
Who got no respect?
Not the other way round
Life is there; don’t wait for good things to come
Go running after them
Take each opportunity
Strengthen each relationship
Hard work is the key for every success
Organize your life
Schedule each day
Live with gratefulness for being alive
Live with hope for what good to come
Never expect happiness is in your house
Unless you open its door
Cover your sadness
Never show you’re weak
Communicate and socialize
Meet new friends
And never forget old ones
Never rely or depend on anyone
Be independent
Don’t beg for any needs
Live and work
Earn and buy
If you want something
Do it your self
Feel some pride
Ignore silly mistakes
Always remind yourself
Of how a greater person you would be
For doing something an ordinary couldn’t…
when a christian is laughing along with you
&
enjoying your presence,
at work or while in a social context
&
then somehow by some random comment
the fact that you do not believe in the work of fiction they abide by
or
worship that infamous underdeveloped dramatic character from
nazareth
as they do,
you may get to see a human face quickly wrinkle up in disgust or anger
as if a pug
was crossbred with some kind of wild boar
whose snarling would wake up the neighbors
& whose filthy idiotic grumblings
are made only with the
purest absolute self-righteous certainty,
with a dash of condescension &
a couple handfuls of hope that there is in fact a
place where everybody who doesn’t believe as they do
will
one
day
finally
burn.
you may get to even see them turn completely around,
walking away from you as if you have suddenly lost
all substance as a human being &
while from out of the woodwork will come those that say
“we are not all like that,”
the fact remains,
they believe in the same ridiculous
fairytales.
they have read the book of revelation
they hope in their hearts that when their savior comes
that he will wash the earth clean of
scum like you
so that they will no longer have to answer any questions
about the validity of their claims &
they can all live happily ever after
baaaaaaa-ing in unison
& relishing in the fact that their enemies got their just desserts.
We are never free,
We are slaves, slaves with free will
But free will is too an illusion
An illusion of us as a nation,
An illusion that shows justice raining supreme
But supreme, is the devil with his lies
And nothing but lies, that lie with the truth of all deception
“AWAKEN, FILTER OUT THE LAUGHTER’S IN THE SCREAMS” shouts the child
We are but stems planted,
In the soil of their commands.
They water us with thoughts,
That continues to divide us
”OUR MINDS IS NOT OF OUR OWN” shouts the child
It is of men with power,
It is of woman with power,
And of the shadows that strings their lips,
And governs the words they say,
Words that they say us,
To reassure us
US the slaves with “free will”.
“WE WORK AND WORK, AND WORK BUT THE DEPT IS NOT OUR OWN” shouts the child
A dept which never ceases to grow,
And grow like the greed that grows in US.