Best Overwork Poems

Once there was a famous king,
More famous than Ozymandias.
His name was King Wolf. 
Sultan was his nickname.
He called himself a benevolent despot;
And his style of government 
A ‘democratic dictatorship.’

He spoke good English— 
A foreign language, though; 
Only a minor problem with 'l' and 'r': 
Once,...

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Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge movement, the leader Pol Pot,
Killed twenty-five percent of the population, a fact most people forgot.
To spare you is no profit, to destroy you is no loss,
That was the ideology of the evil boss.
Buddhist monks were killed and religion was banned,
No one...

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With the chalk, 
Teachers' hearts knock
Students flock;
Goats, we overstock
And sheep, we unlock! 

With our talks, 
Teachers' mouths stalk
Lazy students' works, 
Discipline the ones that balk, 
And reinforce the gawks! 

With our walks, 
Knowledge toast to hawk
Teachers nighthawk;
Going days overwork, 
Reactivating students' blocks. 

Happy Teachers' day!...

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"Wonder
or radical [polypathic, polycultural] amazement
is a prerequisite for an authentic [ecopolitical] awareness
of that which is;
[regenerative love-rooted v degenerative fear-rooted
messages,
actions,
choices,
decisions regarding democratically cooperative
egalitarian
health and security for all];

it [polypathic open-systemic (0)-sum Wonder]
refers not only to what we see
[and smell,
and taste,
and hear,
and feel,
and think,
and have positive-love and negative-fear...

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Sometimes I feel boredom settling in like dust,
Shrouded in the island of a single thought-
Works to be done and lying unfinished.

There are obligations one cannot wriggle out.
As a housewife, I have to wake up early in the morning,
To get the breakfast ready for the family
And...

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Whoa back Lucy, hang on to your panties
Ya gots to take care, you're one of the dandies
You're famous, my dear
Had quite a career
But ya better slow down, don't overwork your fanny...

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Tired lids to buckets of endless hours
open cracks and creaks
and cold saps their strength.
Exhaustion gives 
and so do lids
for I was not born a god.

As end to time,
results evade.
Exasperation grasps unthinking.
Sudden shaking, endless quaking;
Axes work upon my trunk and limbs
as children join my garden of...

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All That ‘I AM’ - Revisited

Let all that ‘I AM,’ yes, my pulp, seed, and cover,
from dreams long misplaced to the fears, I’m resisting
(though friends think them offal). My eye’s tears from mote
(that makes sparks when all stars hide), bound pain tied with sunbeams,
mind’s clouds...

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Standing outside,
Working in the heat,
Skin charred and brown,
Weathered and leathery.
There toils the laborer.  

He’s fixed at a distance,
Huddled with others.
Like warehouse items,
Tools packed together,
Yet to be used.  

His clothes are caked,
Decorated with dirt and dust.
They are torn at the sides
And unwashed for days—
Except...

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Dear self-conscious, enthusiastic, helper girl,

My words of advice to you are to take one day at a time.  For even your worst day, is only 24 hours.  There are so many times you will feel trapped, helpless & broken.  But trust me,...

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When I first took up residence,
We were neighbours who kept to ourselves.
But I needed more room
Abundantly provided
Thanks to your unwitting generosity.

That's when your trouble started.
Those odd bouts of tiredness
You put down to overwork and stress.
All you needed was a holiday
Or so you were led to...

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Was it the death of the child,
playing in the busy street,
where traffic frequently exceeds speed limits,
in neighborhoods like this one,
even in summer evenings when children gather
with stick and ball?

Or was it the single mother,
who allowed her child to play outside,
without adequate supervision,
on an evening as...

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The lines were blurred for prisoners who slaved
in mines or rowed the heavy wooden ships
for years, while overseen by men depraved,
who tormented and drove with leather whips.

As lines were crossed by those who felt no fear,
the practicality of slaves was tried
with natives in the western...

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Disclaimer: My account got deleted a few months back so I am reuploading my poem "Command"


Oh honey, you ‘ain't doing it right
We all learn where our place is at home
I guess its my fault for not teaching you well
Now you will see what to do

I...

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One day I went to school without doing homework
Out of tension mind went berserk
How could I forget I was such a jerk 
Scared of teacher from homework would never shirk

In class teacher asked about it 
I told a Flaming Pterodactyl ate it
I had been hearing...

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