Best Profession Poems
The oldest profession, far from abating,
has lost it’s long time faux pas rating.
Now … it’s simply called dating.
(Triplet Inspired by Brian Strand's "Whatever" contest.) 5/12/11
If it were not for you I would
live carelessly unashamed
But instead I live carefully
Unabashed unafraid unrestricted
Unrestrained ambushed by
Ambushed by memories I thought
I had forgotten so sorrowfully for
Me to be on bended knees
Begging for forgiveness
Breathlessly starving for your
Affections stop this dizzying
Dance and surrender I care for
No other attraction but you
Arouse my feelings of content
You're the pleasant pressure I
Swoon in
No mild adjustment no other you
I trust in for today is yours your
Ecstacy your dreams uncried tears
No wretched memories come
Afoot I'm pouring my heart out to
You so I think you should know my
Heart beats just for you
There i have confessed my whole
Soul to you that look those eyes
That angelic face my craze for you
Physicians
magicians
who work wonders with a pill.
They diagnose
prescribe the dose
and then you get the bill.
Idols and Trinkets
Prayed to by women of night
Crave skin sacrifice.
There once was a lass from the Bower
Whose fame got her paid by the hour
'Till one Knightly gent
Forgot reticent
And now she's the one with the power.
©deborah burch
6/07/2012
A Beggar sitting along the road,
Touching his old wound,
Hiding the heal in his armpit!
Jesus was a carpenter,
he worked with saw and hammer.
He pounded, banged, for 20 years,
it was an awful clamor.
Then he spent three years a'preachin',
he never had a stammer.
At last they nailed him to a cross,
nevermore to yammer.
I tapped on every door to gave them their news,
some wailed, some yelled, some even thought it was only the muse,
Some who even know I was arriving, blow up their fuse,
Because my revelation was not to be amuse,
Some moved away or even hide them shoes,
but, nowhere to go because I predict your every moves,
I can do this for eternal, my time was nothing to lose,
Because once I knocked, you’ll be out of your blues.
But this one visit really test my wonder,
I was doing my job as normal as ever,
tapped on the door to gave this person, the shiver,
Opened, and there was a grim man, weak and quiver,
He asked me to join, before I could deliver,
Its like he knew about my arrival, so thats why he accepted, I figure,
His eyes were dead, they couldn’t be from a giver,
He then said, he knew why I exist and appear.
The house was dark, ugly and poor,
what was more annoying was his answer before,
How could he have guessed, about my job at the door,
He is more mysterious than me, I pondered some more,
This old man was frailed, crippled and sore,
His skins were crummy, like he did a recent tore,
We didn’t utter a single word but doing good at ignore
We just looked at each other, right to the center of our core.
I was trying to do my work in complete stealth,
Because I knew this wasn’t to good for his health,
I leaned towards and tried drew out words from my sheath,
He stopped me before I could perform my hath,
He looked like he was addicted to stimulants, opiums or meths,
He looked at me and said from his last wealth,
He sucked in a long deep breath,
and said “I have prolonged for this fate, so please do it quickly, oh Death.”
I went to school for dog training and to groom
I wanted to be the best
mistakes, in this field,
there is no room,
and your always put to the test,
My teachers,
they were hard on me,
The speaches,
on equipment and safety,
learning all the different hair cuts,
to give these wonderful mutts,
each dog,
different, a little bit,
It took me a while,
I have to admit,
they all have to look great,
you can't run late,
sometimes a dog will get a nick,
you have to know what to do,
and you can't panic,
cause dogs, they feel through you,
but at the end of the day,
when the dogs look soooooo good,
would I go through it all again?
why yes, I suppose I would.
,
Almighty created exemplary beings in His Own wisdom
Ultimately God abide by every promise in His own script
Umbrella to all books existing here in this orbit
Which underneath subsist all creatures
Except what in His orders missed undefined
Creatures as we exist, we indeed need object not
Unconditional, to advices He exhibits vividly in the old book
Urged we are, to educate fraternity intensively
Theology ought to underscore
Primary activities geared essentially
Towards inspiration for orientation
To understand the Almighty
Currently endangered yet indispensable
The oldest profession undisputed
People applaud this endeavor
Yields inner satisfaction
Our Lord ultimately will ask
Did earnings bring inspiration to our choices?
Urged to acknowledge theology
No one yet knows my new calling
Now that my profile has changed,
I reside in a cemetery
A settlement prearranged.
Once upon a time long ago
People sent their post through me,
My job was that of a mailman
Carrying mails was sheer glee.
The times have changed so I believe
As machines now carry mail,
Besides, they do other things too
And am told they never fail.
Glad that I am dead and buried
Happily doing a task,
Which no machine can replicate
For it's quite beyond their ask.
Been assigned to push up daisies
And I push up roses too,
Am sure no machine can do that
Whatever else they may do.
Machines make not a warmer world
They have not the soul to care,
I yet endeavor to do that
Which no invention can dare.
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They are more vital
Than a Wall Street stock-broker
And WAY under-paid...
But then (One would guess)
They would teach for wrong reasons
It's a true calling...
(For my dear and dedicated daughter...Lynette!)
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Written April 4, 2022
They say it's a recession
in the land. I will stay true to
my confession of profession.
Oil and gasoline has multiply
from week to week. I will still
be able to drive. Although the
prices are high.
The paycheck is remains the
same. There's more coming
in,then going out. I can not be
move by what I see. I believe that
it will all balance out ; without
a doubt.
The food is another issue that
has sparked great debate.
Eating everyday is a blessing.
Eating in excess is a sin anyway.
So this is why I won't complain.
I will stay true to my confession
of profession.
If Cupid had no arrow,
Shakespeare never penned Romeo,
And Juliet, and tales of Othello too,
Darling, I'd still love you.
If Titanic never sank in the deep,
While lovers pledged their love to keep,
Dying slowly but still staying true,
Darling you know I'd still love you.
Country music could just forget,
To sing of love, pain, and regret,
And pretend the sky is always blue,
Darling, truth is I'd still love you.
If romance was truly out our doors,
Gone with the ancient troubadours,
Leaving the world sinking in rue,
Darling, fear not I'd still love you.
Push me away if you can,
I'll just come back a better man,
For with everything we've been through,
Darling, be sure I'd still love you.