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Premium Member The Predictable Old Workday Grind
Organ grinder
Meat grinder
Bump-and-grind
   The workday grind

Get up, get out of bed
Drag a comb across my head
Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming --
   Go to work 
   Pour the coffee
   Water the plants 
  ...

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Categories: workday, work,
Form: Free verse
This Gentleman's Workday
Arose before dawn
Smelled the coffee
Fed my dog  
Worked in a workout 
Showered and dressed 
Drove ahead of the pack
First in the building 
Dove headfirst into work 
Developed and crunched concepts 
Made calls and commitments
Met people shook hands 
Exchanged and grew trusts
Followed through and advanced
Checked...

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© Tom Pen  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: workday, heart, introspection, military, missing
Form: Prose
Welcome Home Dad
The sun shines through my window,
Awakening me with its warmth.
My eyes open to the light that it sheds on me,
My day begins.

I grab my shower,
Feeling the water as it sooths my mind.
I put my clothes on ,
And begin a new day.

I enter the hostile world,
The...

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Categories: workday, childhood, daughter, devotion, family,
Form:

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Correctional Officers Prayer
We Go Inside The Fence For Every Shift,
We Pray It’s Safe, Peaceful And Swift.

We Put Up With Inmates, Convicts, 
Administration & The Rest.
We Pray Each Day To Do Our  Best.

We Have A Thin Line That We Must Walk,
With Courage From God, We Shall Not...

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Categories: workday,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Rush Hour
I rush through each day as if I have endless days ahead of me
When in reality each day is counting down to my demise
I awake each morning running my day through my mind
Planning on how to get there in the shortest amount of time

I rush...

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© Lena Pate  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: workday, health, introspection, life, on
Form: Free verse
Old Man of the Land ( Dedicated To Sid Grey Born 19 ? Died 1996 R.I.P )
When Sid first met me he laughed 
Sat in his seat of an old Ford 135 
Tractor red rust and wet sticking mud
Swathed in a great green rain coat
A friendly laugh he said
“Bet you wish you hadn’t come here now”

My first day working on his...

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Categories: workday, art, nature, thank you,
Form: Free verse



Rose
“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…”

               A Rambling Poet


A mere housemaid awakens before morning light.
Eyes wide, she bolts upright to the bed’s edge, as if late for work, though...

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Categories: imagination, nostalgia, workday, hair,
Form: Narrative
Another Day
Another day breaks
Bursting upon the sky
Changing colors which enter the eye

Dangers disappear as light it grows
Erasing the fears 
Fear of the crows

Gentle breezes too begin to blow
Happy noises begin to grow
Into this world I now must step
Just in time for meetings kept

I but worry keeping...

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Categories: loss, workday, day, me,
Form: ABC
Premium Member Try To Make Ends Meet
I work in a factory 10 hours a day 7 days a week the money I make is not enough to pay 
debts. But somehow someway it gets me through I live day by day sometimes I don’t see 
how. So I put faith in...

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Categories: workday, adventure, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Glenlivet
On this day her touch
Simply will not suffice
So Glenlivet tall 
Poured over ice

Pure tan healing 
After a day too long
Comfort revealing
From 86 strong...

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Categories: workday,
Form: Rhyme
Work Is Hard To Find
Work Is Hard to Find 

When you have to spend 

All your time 

Studying as a poor college student 

Day in and Day out 

Never knowing where 

You will be going 

Or the path that lies ahead for you

You are grateful 

That you have three...

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Categories: workday,
Form:
Just Another Day
the first hint of a shiver
running down my spine
I look to see what caused it
but the meaning of it still hides

the following day
it hits again
with a force
that could not be reckoned

by morning I am a mess
with a pounding head i stress
should I spend the day...

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Categories: life, recovery from..., workday,
Form:
The Woes of Limited Time To Write
A writer, a poet or even journalist would understand and know,
You can not wait for the muse to take over and words to just flow,
But life keeps you busy with work and all sorts of things to do,
You have limited time for leisurely things that...

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Categories: workday, time,
Form: Quatrain
One Day At a Time
As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot...

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© Jam Jacko  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: workday,
Form: Light Verse
Today I Watched a Woman Die
I watched a woman die today,
her skin, I swear, was ghastly gray,
all day she'd cried out in great pain,
and asked for relief, but all in vain.

Her heart rate dropped point by point,
no V-Fib for her, she was leaving this joint,
we'd never seen anything like this...

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Categories: workday, death, on work and
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry