Best Song Work Poems
I don't like your darkness suggested bpm 72
Vs 1
I'm full of energy...
I got my swag on,
I'm using positivity...
before it's all gone
Vs 2
I see you in the corner...
curled up in a ball,
You can't stand for nothing,
if you're too afraid to fall
(but, I'm not like you)
Chorus
I don't like the darkness...
I turn on the lights,
when the sun goes down
You can't take the daylight...
you sit inside your room-
with the curtains drawn...
Bridge
How can you live your life?
never seeing your shadow
Take a deep breath,
don't stay in the shallows
Vs 3
You think there is no future,
think, all hope is lost
You don't have what it takes,
to pay what it costs
Vs 4
I don't like your thinking...
it don't fit with me,
I've been working hard,
trying to change destiny
(glad I'm not like you)
Chorus
I don't like the darkness...
I turn on the lights,
when the sun goes down.
You can't take the daylight...
you sit inside your room
with the curtains drawn...
Bridge
How can you live your life?
never seeing your shadow
Take a deep breath,
don't stay in the shallows
Vs 5
I live in the real world...
I make my own name,
While you're spending all your time,
playing little games
Vs 6
Listen to me friend...
it ain't no mystery
You've got to work hard,
to change your history
(glad I'm not like you)
Chorus
I don't like the darkness...
I turn on the lights,
when the sun goes down
You can't take the daylight...
you sit inside your room
with the curtains drawn...
Bridge
How can you live your life?
never seeing your shadow
Take a deep breath,
don't stay in the shallows
Chorus
I don't like the darkness...
I turn on the lights
when the sun goes down.
You can't take the daylight...
you sit inside your room
with the curtains drawn...
repeat bridge and chorus
and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 29,2019
You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go.
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough.
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire.
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet.
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond.
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date,
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait.
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew.
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.
*
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I was a famous conductor, and performing beautiful music was my joy,
As diamond sunshine, to pervade darkness, finds any means to employ.
Music had long been a part of me, in that I sang long before conducting,
Like the famed adult bluebird choirs, lead the songs they are instructing.
My much loved work kept me busy. Still, I loved every precious moment,
As wild, crazy, summer colors dash afar, with no cries of encroachment.
But I had a personal favorite song, which I loved more than any other,
As anyone recalling their great loves, find their thoughts turn to mother!
This song had held special meaning for me, for what felt like long ages,
And I never tired of hearing it, as blooms will never have enough vases.
I thought of the melody as 'my song,' for in my heart, it was mine alone,
Like multicolored autumn leaves flying, when green summer is disowned.
It was then marigold days of sultry July, and dark purple martins soared,
Like finding you have heartfelt passion, for someone you once abhorred.
I had just entered a restaurant, when I heard that stirring song playing,
Like chattering, mischievous monkeys, swing forever in treetops, saying.
Then like always, I was transported, back down nostalgic memory lane,
Just as orange birds recur every springtime, singing the melodies again.
As I was returning home that evening, the full moon was in the treetops,
Whispering with those flashing stars, as a part of the nightly peace talks.
As I went up the front porch steps, the fragrance of lilacs was tangible,
As on the streets of scarlet summer, where wild blooms are fashionable!
The moment I entered my house, my heart song began its playing again,
As a sultry summer that's come lately, only to meet the vivid fall refrain.
Though I was enraptured by extravagant music, and music was my life,
Still, it was odd that it could play itself, the moment this person arrived!
It seemed that the song I'd loved so long, had come to love me as well,
And had determined to follow me always, like fragrances casting spells.
My heart song is still pursuing, through mellow days and jasmine nights,
As owl stares at a moon of rapture, and bees are off on honeyed flights.
That song of precious sweet memories, greets me every room of my life,
Like a red rose that blooms for you only, even where wild blooms are rife!
The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day
I roll back over to sleep it away
The wife begins to preach to me
No work, unemployed, I am free
I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man
He looks at my state and says he will do what he can
The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose
I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues
I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus
I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush
It's getting to be late in the afternoon
Getting hungry and will be home soon
My wife left me a note saying were through
At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues
I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job
Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob
The alarm goes off I hit the snooze
Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues
My wife calls, says she wants to work things out
I try to explain, she begins to shout
She won't listen what's the use
I tell there is a cure for the flu
But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
Darkness envelopes the plain
Moving stealthily among
Unsuspecting rows of houses
Filled with unbroken sleep
The wind, afraid to move
Lest it were to awaken
Even one from the grasp
Of this wretched sleep.
And yet one feels a cry
A long lost song of hope
Silent, yet unnerving
It strives to be heard.
The long hands of despair
Seek to embrace them
The singers of these songs
That reek of loss, irreplaceable.
Tired hands work on
The day progresses and yet
An end is not in sight
The sun sets, they work on.
They feast upon the dregs
Dropped from the heavens
That are found on earth
To subdue their hunger.
Fate, they say is to blame
For their woeful condition
For their pathetic existence
Fate and fate alone.
Nature herself anguishes
Over the painful loss
Of her many children
To the unruly hands of men.
A carcass floats down the river
Its stench numbs the senses
Is it a man or an animal?
No one knows and no one cares.
The song of a newborn
Muffled by the gruff hand
That binds and drags it
Across the river of death.
The song of hunger
Slowly rumbling through
Like thunder on earth
Silenced only by tired sleep.
The song of sorrow
From deep within the hearts
Of people young and old
Softened only by time.
These are but three
Of the many songs that are
Heard only by deep silence
And no one else.
The gods above in heaven
And the gods below
Carry on with their mirth
Not hearing these songs.
Songs of silence, of blood
Songs of death, of decay
Songs of yesterday
Songs devoid of joy.
They are everywhere and yet
They are heard by none
They are sublime and merge
Into the void that is life.
Look up and feel the frosty wind
Twisting and bending the treetops
That are forced to endure its sound...
Who sees their rageful teardrops?
Yesterday the vibrant leaves were emerald,
What a joy to watch them with a brow that didn't stirn...
When the September breeze was gentle, not a bit wild;
See them now: they have turned so auburn!
Still the apple pickers load their straw baskets
With green and red apples not bitten by squarrrels;
They wear wide brim hats while cheerful Mary sings...
Letting her smooth face glow in the cold sun rays!
Look up and feel the frosty wind,
Will it anticipate the arrival of snow?
And waking up in early November one can find
Silence and snow, not hearing the ravens crow!
A touching version of "Winter Wonderland" by Felix Bernard & Richard B. Smith.
Fire bells ring, We’re awake and listening
Rush to the trucks
All washed and glistening
We start out the bay
Tell Dispatch, “We are on the way.”
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Dispatch advises, “Inside there is smoke.”
We bunker and pack-out, This is no joke.
As we exit our ride
Grab an attack line to go inside
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Inside the house, the fireplace was plugged up.
We laddered the roof, go up and take a peak
We looking into the chimney and saw a Santa hat
and the rest of jolly man at that.
HoHoHo, he gave a happy shout.
Used the jaws, to finally get him out
Medically cleared by the Chief
Promised extra gifts to us each
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Spoke with the owner, he was quite worried
As for our patient he left, he was way behind.
We evac’d all the smoke with an exhaust fan
We calmed everyone doing the best that we can
Backing the engine back into the bay
Looked up and saw Santa in his sleigh
He thanked us for all that we do
Said have a Safe Merry Christmas Too!
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Work seven till five
To stay off the street.
When I do overtime
Come home dead on my feet.
Seems month after month
Can afford less to eat.
When they raise my rent--
Could be out on the street.
My car’s fairly new;
Got a decent TV.
My home has a view.
The bank owns them, not me.
I went back to school,
Got another degree.
Still work like a fool
'cause of the ‘conomy.
Ain’t yet had a raise
Since the day I was hired.
Each check buys me less.
Cost-of-living gets higher.
My one biggest fear’s
That I’ll never retire.
I’ll be working somewhere
‘til my ticker expires.
Ain’t yet had a raise.
Come home dead on my feet.
Each check buys me less--
Can afford less to eat.
My one biggest fear,
Since the day I was hired:
I’ll be doin’ overtime
Until my ticker expires.
Oh, the brand of MultiYork,
It had five fifty then;
The pound dropped low with the Brexit deal,
And they’re washed up in their fen.
Now when you are up, you are up,
And when you are down, you are down,
But with a cliff edge fall and trade screwed up,
You’ll simply sink and drown.
If you're a judge in a poetry contest
elimination,
look again and again before you jump
into a conclusion;
Printed words may look like black ants
in batallion formation
or squads of stragglers crawling out
with uncertain direction;
Oftentimes they're chunks, slices and splinters
of random thoughts
haphazardly strewn on the pages like black,
burnt wings of moths;
They may not have creative sparks, rhythmic pace
or inspiration,
but behind haphazardness itself may be
imagination.
I take each day, baby, come what may
I got my own set of rules
Three sixty-five, and I’m still alive
I’m wallowing through the fools
Make one thing clear, I’m living without fear
I’m saving all of my dough
You think I’m scared, but I am thoroughly prepared
To leave you burning below
I go for it all, who cares if I fall
I Get up and try it again
Nose to the nail, I don’t know how to spell fail
I only know how to win
You try to stop me on my way to the top
Do what you feel you must
I’ll give you one guess, you got it I am the best
And you can eat my dust
‘Cause I’m on the outside, looking inside
Dying for my sins
I’m on the outside, selling my pride
Buying my way in
My friends said C’mon let’s go, let’s head on down to Mexico.’
We’ll drink up all their tequila and we’ll snort up all their blow.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, out to Aspen, Colorado.
We’ll snuggle with some bunnies, and ski ‘til our buzz starts to go.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, it’s cold under this Missouri snow.
Let’s go to Miami and party ‘til we run out of dough.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, those Las Vegas lights are all aglow.
We’ll gamble away all our cash and leave with nothing to show.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, let’s head on down south to New Orleans.
Drink all night at Mardi Gras, get the drunkest we’ve ever been.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, to the sands of California’s beach.
Where the wine flow like water, and all our dreams will be in reach.
Chorus:
Why don’t you pack yourself a bag and let’s get on down the line.
We’ll worry about tomorrow later…but today we’re gonna feel just fine.
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
I can’t pay the rent and the utilities if I don’t go to work today.
Maybe when I’m a little older, then I’ll have time to come out and play.
With my wife, four kids and a dog, my life has turned out just fine.
I don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow ‘cause I always toed the line.
I’m ready to pack my bag and use the money I never spent.
I have the time to go see, all those places I never went.
Tried to get in touch with my friends, so that maybe we could meet.
But Dave lives at Bellevue, Blue sleeps in a box out on some street.
Dan didn’t shake the habit and OD’d a year ago today.
Frankenstein’s in jail somewhere and that’s where he’s going to stay.
Chorus:
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
Glad they went without me, while I stayed and toed the line.
Because tomorrow my friends is finally here, and I am feeling just fine.
I’m going to pack my bag so I can get on down the line.
I don’t have to worry about tomorrow , and today I’m feeling just fine.
© Jerry Brotherton
Written to be sung to the tune of
"Just A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins)
With each new day, there's work to do
But so much joy within it too
Seek out those moments, when
Work turns to fun
As all those tasks you soon complete
Brings happiness, your treat
Sit back! All done! Put up your feet- see how
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way
And whether you work in or out
It matters not what it's about
To use your brain or brawn to do the task
You can be happy with each chore
Especially when there's no more,
Your sweet reward and rest will come by soon - then
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away!
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way!
On the East River’s waterway
looking over the Hudson Bay
Under Brooklyn’s “Welcome” neon sign
passing some time away
Drivers on the B.Q.E.
stuck in the red light car brake haze
Commuters inching their way back home
in a worker zombie traffic daze
(Chorus)
Take some time to step aside
and let the world pass on by
Take the time to realign
and to be with the ones you love
Manhattan’s glazed canyon walls
are sidewalk scene reflections
Murals of the myriads rushing
in every which way directions
On a web of interconnections
the rhythm of riding subway rails
The crush moves toward their destination:
the weekend furlough from rush hour hell
(Chorus)
Take some time to step aside
and let the world pass on by
Take the time to realign
and to be with the ones you love
Sitting on the promenade
you glow with the lights on the bay
Slowly sipping our fine red wine
enjoying some time away
Violently you whisper
Childishly you lead me on
You paint your empty picture
As you scare away the break of dawn
You call yourself a work of art
I fail to see your meaning
Your presence scares the shades
The shades of red, your tainting red
Oh, pick up your pen
Finish what you started
Erase, erase those lines
Or darken, darken cause I’m blind
Lie! I lie!
The hidden beauty of your wings
Just captivate me
That face of yours just takes my breath away
It scares the daylight out of me
You call yourself a work of art
I failed to see at the start
Your world, my world collide
I see you
Do you see me?
Frightfully you come near
Quietly you disappear
I paint my empty heart and
I end up with you just smiling there
Oh, I pick up my pen
I finished what I started
Erasing is no easy thing
Your face defines my everything