Best Workaholic Poems

Daddy’s a workaholic...
But what about the hospital stay... the loss of blood,
his ashen dignity
Slight prate about moving into a veteran’s home

Only in his young eighty’s
Workaholics...

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i once had a friend named neil

whose keyboard at work would squeal

for his fingers theyd pound

with a clickety sound

till it was time for a meal....

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Hard work can be balanced with rest
to do good, or better, or best....

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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and...

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I'm not crazy about political poetry
Because politics feel a bit ... soiled to me
But as a requirement for the contest
I will say the following, as...

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regrouping
i take a deep breath
like nothing else matters
owning the moment

basking in its magnificence
relishing in the focus
the intensity of being present
the pulsating rhythm of consciousness
and synchronized...

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She said..........

You workaholic, you're intoxicated
'Seems like work is all that's on your mind
With all the extra money, you've been making
It looks like you could pay...

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Twenty-four seven completes with only twenty-four hours of sleep.
I am up against the wall.
All day on my feet.
Pacing the halls.
I stop to brush my teeth.
A...

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Religion smoked a cigarette,
while sugar did some drugs,
I drank gin and anisette,
Heroin gave you hugs.

Was it my kleptomania
that seemed like such a threat?
You'd turn your...

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'Our Mother'

Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop

So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and...

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Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among...

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Who pays this roaring mass?
Which pretends it has nothing to do with me?
Yet keeps pulling its antenna, 
To watch what I do?
Who pays these seat...

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Sketch a character


Humble heart, compassion in his each cell,
My inspiration, my mentor taught me so well,
Honour for life is the twinkle of his eyes,
Will not...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an...

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Once again the cat was in the cradle
and I didn't even have a silver spoon,
my master always at work leaving me with this loon,
always standing...

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