Best Toil Poems

The Lumberjack's Hard Days Of Toil

Salty sweat, from deep axe strokes to lean hands
heavy cotton shirt soaked, mark of the man.
Lumberjack, strong, cut of a different breed
hard at toil, to fulfill his family's need.

With each hard day's task, his heart grew stronger
morn to night, his...

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The rosebud has little to do
Just drink its fill of waters
From the strong sturdy vine that's true
Kissed by dew that matters

And enjoy the kiss of sunlight
Upon woven petals
Open  little each day that's bright
Sun radiant aerials

When opened sufficient indeed
Host a party to bees
Butterflies who on...

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Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
Or Dragon Hood and the Secret of the Burning Pants


Our traveling actor trolls, came home to help with ‘Shakespeare in the Park’.
We wanted ‘Romeo and Juliet’, our neighborhood witches wanted ‘Mac Beth.’
Dragon wanted only happy endings…From Shakespeare? Yeah… R.I.G.H.T!
Suddenly everyone was...

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From toil to rest you heard the call
Farewell to changing weather
The clock lies broken; forever stalled
Now you roam in fields of heather
~*~

For:  Winnie- RIP...

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Down by the forest's edge at night 
she dances as her auburn hair wildly glows.
She steps out into the pale moon light,
so the night creatures can see the show.

Misty fog the woods it does grace
as she is sealing in the circle with salt.
The fire's glow...

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Hands to till,
Fingers to thin,
Barns for a harvest....

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Very Scary Toil and Tarry

Trump at times seems so scarry
Much more also may become very
From reality he is always far
From politics we should bar
While we work, toil and tarry.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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I found a crooked dollar
and hired a crooked lawyer
to pursue a crooked case
before a judge to place,
but we found no crooked court,
however hard we sought,
but as long as we keep looking,
we'll keep the cauldron cooking....

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I am black, 
you are 
white... of 
course,
my blood 
is red, 
what 
colour is 
yours?
I am an 
African, 
you are an 
American,
The Sun is 
my skin, 
why do 
you tan?

'I am 
white, you 
are black', 
well said!
I have one 
head, have 
you got 
dash head?
Oh...

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let paper scroll
stains
be as history


stans sand...

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the lot of man: to work the soil, raise drink in thanks, find joy in the toil...

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for the Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
written 05/02/2022
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Destiny whiteout
on the long winding highway...
many turns in my life.

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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When we work with wisdom we will work world wonders!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
15 May 2022
First Place in WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
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 When the sky is veiled with dark hues
And the days are wintry cold,
When prospects for sky to turn blue
Are dim, remote and far from bold,
When darkness spreads over one`s life
And living is a daily strife,
When chance for brightness to recur
In the near term is...

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cross of blue grey slate
salutes the mountain 
a red kite hovers...

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