Best Moil Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned      
Way, heightening, with increasing vigour,   ...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out of intrusive sight and just 
Below.

Fondly the slowing bend
Hugs upon the river...
Banked heavily with frosted 
Bulrushes
That shifting breezes once did...

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Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,

could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one...

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I’m not sure I understand my boss
He does it all and credits me
He makes the plan, and says I did
He works the plan, and states it’s me
Writes the report, and crowns it mine
My mysterious Boss!

He called me today
And washed me with praise
Shocked, my boss seeks...

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At first we seemed to slope
Low and low, I thought we could drop
Then snaking through the hills, we
rose
And I imagined the valleys could close
Yes! This was the land of awe

I peered through the windows and
saw
The hills resembled a big cat’s raised
paw
Indeed they made the terrains...

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Toil
Don’t moil,
Try to foil
Each odd and obstacle
Stand in front of you to coil....

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It is a nagging subject,
this quest within the mind
to reach beyond the self to
that great universal churning
of the truth-- unfolding rays of light
we may not quite depend upon, yet
praise.  It does not go away.

One may be thankful. Truth
has a way of coming back.
Another self,...

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Born not with the silver spoon
A tragic fact for the sprogs of the less
Through gloom and doom, the smiles persist
Amidst hunger and hardship, happiness insist
Comfort, like the rain in desert
Yet the heart is a palace of joy and beauty

Born not with the silver spoon
Inhaling the...

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The construction site –
The laborers toil and moil
Even in the rain!...

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Extraneous entities.
Isochronious through space.
Alight upon Terra Firma.
For Aurelian they chase.
Imperative they seek,
a golden sheild to divide
Havoc our sun reeks.
Nibiru must survive.
Harsh and deadly the conditions.
A planet so deprived.
An atmosphere 
once guarded, safe for them to hide.
So protection they wisely devised.
To stop their homes demise.
Amalgamating chromosomes,
creating...

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At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He...

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There’s an addict residing deep within me-
Seeking and probing for the seventh si,
In the abode of the Conscious Spirit~
Solmizate a song which on my life writ.
 
Probing for one single way of rhythm,
My strivings to stay an eternal pilgrim….
Where qualms and turmoil disappear,
A trip of...

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When would you change?
Change for better,
And stop saying after.
It will not make better,
Your life is in bitter.
Your father is at the farm toil and moil,
Working so hard to break the soil.
Every job you dodge away,
Everything you term it as a play.
When would he enjoy overtime?
All...

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Loss runs so far and fast like a crook
we stay as one and sure let no wrong
the win was just at the tip of our hook
we grab it in joy and hit the gong
pads and a fine boat wait on the brook
also, we can swim...

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Little effort inviting a charley horse
an open wound decays near a sterile gauze
useful waters with plankton
harsh labour for a Briton
no attitude to toil and moil with no cause....

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