Best Wages Poems

Heroes

When need arises they rise up in every town
No matter the toll it takes, they just carry on,
But not everyone will recognize who they are
For...

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A hardened and disciplined man drove to the grocery store lost in thought, 
with setting of sun, the long day's work almost found it's end.
Hoisting...

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May stretched its legs into grave.
The thunder heralds the rains.
A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal
Is not re-thatched this year.
Her infant’s illness made the...

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Men ...
  Giving advice to OTHER men, on women
    That's funny ... ironic "funny", I mean, (though I did chuckle)
 ...

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Why do they call it 'tourist season'
If you're not allowed to shoot 'em
Seems like a great opportunity
To end the over crowding problem

If a house fly...

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Tribute to Winged Warrior

Oh what majestic beauty,
has been trampled,
trampled to death by a vicious enemy
Oh what misery is ours, 
we who are left behind
in ...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the...

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If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.

I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for...

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He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship 
and was now a full...

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			I

The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and...

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I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for...

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You're in the last stages
of lost wages,
of empty pages,
of spent rages,

You're in the termination 
of inspiration
of imitation,
of expiration,

You're in the culmination
of emulation,
of exploitation,
of domination

of me....

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Poets
Why is it poetry, is a like dirty word and talked of in undertones?
It’s like a naughty postcard, more flesh than there are bones.
Poets tend...

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Black Powder Dreams

Vast o’ the seas carry forth desperations 
Lives cast aside in the faces of war
Rotted wood planks, salted skin aspirations
Wind tattered sails bound...

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Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.

Now, all...

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