Best Lot Of Hard Work Poems
you think it's easy
maybe your heart
doesn't bruise as quickly
maybe your mind
is a bastion of confidence
thick skinned indifference
maybe it's easier for you
could be true
As for me? Well…
I like to stay clear
"once bitten"....20 times as shy
the reason why?
it's not so easy for me
this survival thing, you see
takes a lot of hard work
and my heart is replete
with burdens and cares
my gut wrenched poetic wares
only incite unfeeling stares
the reader unaware
apathetic animosity
guised in hilarity
isn't for me...
No, it's not as easy for me
to pretend I don't care
when my soul I bare
so I don't dare
let anyone come back round
who has ground me into the ground
once before
well….not now
not anymore
it's not as easy for me
so just.....
just please….let it be.
Eileen Manassian
The Bully
30 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,
I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.
I asked a teenager
"what do you want to be
when you get older"
The Teenager replied
"I want to be a mai·tre d'
and own my own restaurant"
"Have you got a plan"
"No" he replied.
"To succeed you need a plan"
"To be the mai·tre d'"
"you need to study Hospitality"
"To gain the skills required"
"To own your own restaurant"
"you need to find a job and then"
"you need to learn to save"
"You can do it"
"People have done it"
"success takes a lot of hard work"
Trying to become a new man
Requires a lot of hard work.
Alterations could become perks,
Noticed by both old and new fans.
Switch your form, whenever you can,
From the appearance of a jerk,
Or character flaws that may lurk;
Realigned to fit your new plan.
Make up your mind to make a change,
Again and again, for the best.
Take a position in your range,
In your direction, or your nest.
Opening your heart might feel strange.
No excuse can rescue your chest!
Baby, My love, please listen to my heart,
You keep doing things to me without thinking,
And it tares my heart apart,
Which always brings me to my knees,
But sometimes it's like you don't care,
What you keep doing to my life,
Even though everyone else knows,
What you are doing cause they can see.
So, if you ever wonder why,
Things never work out with,
Anyone else before,
You always need to see,
The person you have become,
Cause you're not the person I once knew,
Or fell deeply in love with,
And after all this time,
I feel you are not the person you can be.
Search your heart and your life,
And see what it is you really want,
And what it will really take,
For you to get it in your life and keep it,
And if you don't work hard enough,
It will leave you empty by your own mistakes.
It takes a lot of hard work,
Between two people,
To make things work out,
And if either of the two gives up,
Before their time,
Things will crumble to the ground,
Which will hurt more than just one person,
Cause sometimes there are other's involved,
Which means hurting the little one's is never kind.
if I were famous
I would be humble
spiritual bless
might sometimes stumble
but never crumble
all glory is His
I have to be true
to myself, I do.
are we not all famous
for all our accounts
in society, treating all with respect
all takes a lot of hard work
it's a great responsibility
to others and ourselves
2/18/2021
We pledged our vows before God and man,
But to have and to control was your only plan.
you wanted a mother certainly not a wife ,
Your verbal abuse nearly destroyed my life.
You wanted to be a father but only in name ,
This was all part of your devious game.
An uncaring parent that's what you were ,
Blood is thicker than water don't you know?
Whenever you sow your seeds,
You nuture them and ensure that they grow.
Marriage is not a fairy tale,
Where dreams just come true,
It's a lot of hard work and committment
you have to put in too.
So ponder on that before you answer the Lord,
Because as you know, he'ii always detect a fraud.
On Christmas Eve, good children wait with glee
for what dear Santa leaves beneath the tree.
But think about dear Santa Claus because
there is a lot of hard work that he does!
You hang your stockings up for something sweet.
But do you know he’d also like a treat?
So here is something good that you can do.
Leave out some milk for him – and cookies too!
Oct. 12, 2021
For Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
We tend to dwell on what we are not,
And fail to notice that which we've got.
You've talents and skills that you haven't tried,
Abilities that others have tried to belie;
Skills and strengths, imagination,
Creativeness, determination,
So many reasons to believe,
That we can actually achieve,
The things of which we've always dreamed,
Those things are closer than they seem.
In fact it's practically guaranteed,
You have it in you to succeed.
Preparation is the key.
Don't try to grasp all that you see.
One goal at a time, don't be in a hurry,
And you can avoid un-needed worry.
It's a lot of hard work and you'll feel like a drone;
But you just keep on keepin' on.
Let's blame the American's for our problem's
They gave us loans and left us in debt
Let's blame the American's for our problem's
they should give us more money
Yet who gave the American's wealth
Who gave the the American's Money
their people built factory's
those factory's built job's
Those job's built wealth
did the American's blame you for their poverty
no their success was built on a lot of hard work
success is not given it's earned
did you help build your factory's
did you help create your job's
did you help build your country's wealth
It's easy to blame other's
But anger leads to violence
learn to take responsibility for yourself
creating the factory's creating the job's
will lead to the end of starvation
take away the problem
and perhaps we can find peace
blaming other's leads to war
working hard leads to success
"So you're educated and beautiful. Ms.
Night tell me about your dreams or is
working at the bank enough fullfillment?"
"Excuse me may I take your order?"
interrupted the waiter. "Let her order first"
Malik told the waiter. "I'll have the
Braised
Veal Breast and the Yukon Gold Potatoes".
Taking her menu the waiter turned
towards Malik. "I'll have the Seared Sea
Scallops and the Baby Lettuces". Taking
his menu the waiter left. "So Ms. Night
what is your answer to my question?"
"Well for right now I'm happy. Sometimes
I do think about getting another degree".
Biting his bottom lip Malik was trying to
figure out why would a woman as
educated as Kenya asked him out. "What
about yourself Mr. Williams?" "I own a
junkyard. It's a lot of hard work but I like".
Surprised by his answer Kenya asked
what was after dinner. "Well I thought we
would go to the New Moon dance club". "I
haven't danced in a while Malik. I don't
know if I still can dance". "I think you can"
as soon as Malik word's exited his mouth
the
waiter brought their food. After they ate
Kenya was about to pay the bill. "I was
the one who asked you out so I'll pay the
bill". "Now Kenya I can't let you do that.
What type of man would I be" pleased to
hear Malik say those words Kenya let
Malik pay the bill. When the two arrived at
the New Moon dance club they couldn't
believe how crowded it was. Malik paid
Kenya's way in. As soon as they entered
the club Malik pulled Kenya onto the
dance floor. The song Blue Love was
playing which was one of Malik's favorite
song. Kenya started grinding her ass and
hips on Malik.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Brown Philosopher
Truth is a treasure
hid in the sand
I’m always gonna keep
digging and digging
Flashing my searchlight,
looking and looking
I’m forever on the treasure hunt
Being a truth prospector is hard work,
you gotta go sift thru a lot of dirt
Caked up lies, built over time ...
buried so deep,
making the truth so very hard to find
But when you hit the mother lode
Eureka!
Found truth is pure gold
Truth is my reward,
veracity is my prize
But it takes a lot of hard work
digging thru a mountain of lies
It’s spiritual backbreaking work,
sifting through a ton of dirt falsehoods
to find those nuggets of golden good
So please, when you bury me
alongside my shovel,
shed no tears of grief ...
I’ve dynamited a lot of devils
I will always keep digging for the truth,
ain’t gonna let some hard dirt lies
discourage me
Not when there’s treasures to be found
hidden underneath my feet
Truth is my reward —
I’ve staked my claim ...
I truly hope you find yours
I am a worker full time.
Every day, twenty four seven.
Most people are, yet they don't realize it.
The jobs are tough, and they take a lot of hard work.
I am always waist deep in work and thoughts.
I am a daughter,
Bound to do my best at everything,
Bound to be polite and kind,
Bound to be the best me I can be.
I am a sister,
Bound to take care of my sibling,
Bound to love and be loved.
Bound to fight for protection.
I am a girlfriend,
Bound to care for my other,
Bound to understand and be understood,
Bound to love with everything I can muster.
I am a student,
Bound to be perfect,
Bound to make honors,
Bound to get 100's only.
I am an athlete,
Bound to show up,
Bound to push the bounds,
Bound to be first.
I am a musician,
Bound to love my product,
Bound to learn and figure it out,
Bound to play what I want.
I am an artist,
Bound to be creative,
Bound to put time into everything,
Bound to listen to me.
I am a worker full time.
Every day, twenty four seven.
Most people are, yet they don't realize it.
The jobs are tough, and they take a lot of hard work.
I am always waist deep in work and thoughts.
A Little Boy Cries
In a corner of the woods
A little boy cries
Head on his knees
He coves up his eyes
Lost and confused
He tries to manage a smile
But with the news he got
He doesn’t know how
Seems his father up and left
And forever went away
Leaving him and his mother
Without a word to say
After years of lies
He finally told the truth
He didn’t want to be tied down
He wanted to live his youth
Than in a moment three young lives
Were suddenly forever changed
All the dreams they had
Were forever rearranged
The father went one way
To manage on his own
The two left behind
Struggled to unite a divided home
When things got too rough
His momma would seem oh so sad
At times it would seemed
Hope was all they had
But through the grace of God
They made it on their own
With a lot of hard work
And a high interest loan
Years went slowly by
Like a turn of a page
Now that little boy
Is nineteen years of age
But every now and then
That boy wants to cry
When he watches his mother
Still struggle to get by
Growing up without a dad
Sure has took a mighty toll
At times he strongly thinks
It was ripped out his soul
But despite his heartbreaking loss
He’s determined to not give in
To the lack of self confidence
That nags him now and then
This once desperate little boy
Has grown-up to be a man
Learning from his fathers mistakes
He vowed to make a stand
But alone in the dark
He still feels so weak
And after all of these years
His eyes still spring a leak
At times he still wishes
He could open wings and fly
To a different land
Beneath the golden sky
Where his pain and suffering
Would magically be gone
And hope and happiness
Would be rising with the dawn
This little boy of nineteen
At times still needs to hide
So I tell him to go feely
And spread his wings wide
Fly away oh so freely
Fly away towards the sun
Fly away in an instant
Fly away my beautiful son
I am tired of people making excuses
And giving love a bad name
When they lie, cheat, be unfaithful
Then say love is to blame
Love is really inspirational
And love is pure and innocent
Its god’s gift to mankind
From heaven true love was sent
Loneliness, rejections, betrayal hurts
Some confuses these with love when hurting
But love is the only thing that takes away the pain
And makes us breathe and feel alive again
Love is the most beautiful, amazing feeling
If can make you fly like an eagle so high
Love is the reason we wake in the morning
Love only bring tears of joy to your eyes
They say that love is blind
But that is not true
In fact love can see quite well
It’s why it bring me to you
Life is a lot of hard work
And love gives us strength to continue
Love shines a light on the future
And plays a big part in all that we do
But some use love to hurt others
Some hearts are made of stone
And blame it on love
When they are miserable and alone
Love is just a game to others
And for some love is everything
Some say I love you, just to use you
And we blame love when in pains
Crying, cursing, condemning love
But never blame the person who sucks
For giving love a bad name
Because in true honesty Love really rocks
Love never hurt any one
Its people who hurt people everyday
Love is not the reason there is pain
Love only comes to take the hurting away
Love is a blessing on us
Love is not a prison, rather a bond
Love is honest, strong and magical
That makes two hearts beats as one
Life is like a ship on a voyage
Taking us to the edge of the unknown
And the seeds that we have planted
Won’t always be the fruits that’s grown
And people will continue
To abuse the meaning of love
But when some one truly loves us
It’s our gift from the heavens above
Love stays with you against all odds
For true love is for infinity
I wish to be hug by the girl I love
From now until eternity
When we will find our self’s alone
Standing out on jagged rocks
Just remember not to blame love
For love rocks and people sucks