Best Working Day And Night Poems
I have nothing tangible to do,
that`s why I`m writing this,
which makes me jobless.
Even though I like to speak on
behalf of many indigents and unknowns,
making me the voice of the voiceless.
I believe in struggle for survival,
working day and night to better the lots of others,
making me selfless and restless.
I don`t care whether my ways or
words are painful or not,
which make me heartless.
In the face of adversity,
I cannot remain motionless,
this makes me fearless.
A wingless insect that I am,
feeding on the stems and roots of flowers,
I am ruthless.
I don`t like ice-creams that are creamless or
soup that is spiceless;
the two to me are tasteless,
Am I making any sense?
Don`t tell me that I`m senseless.
Sometimes my pen writes on its own without me,
pouring out its venom on paper,
Oh!the ink is fading...fading out slowly,
Gush! my pen is inkless,making me speechless.
Our love for each other is ceaseless;
as I sit on this armless chair on a sleepless
night gazing at the blue flowerless vase;
I become thoughtless.
Nonetheless,I`m still faithless,for I have no
single faith in our political system or leaders.
The bond between I and my pen is endless.
We are both sinless, as we escape the
bottomless pit and timeless ignorance.
There are too many people walking around every single day
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say
You need to know who you are and how you came to be
And if you are a child of God you are royalty
We are all descendants of the most high God
children of the King
But if you don't have a relationship with Him
That concept doesn't mean a thing
But God says we're all royalty so we need to comprehend
That it's not our culture, it's not our race it's being creations of Him
Now the enemy is on the prowl working day and night
Trying to deter our youth from acknowledging God's light
Too much social media with Twitter, Facebook and Skype
So caught up in their Cel phones and every technological hype
But God looks at our hearts, He discerns what's inside
He's not concerned about hair color, tattoos or exposed backsides
God says we're royalty, He says we're His chosen offspring
And He called a young David to come forth and do a new thing
Now David was not a fighter he was a tender of sheep
But God can flip the script and with faith make you take the leap
God can use anyone when it comes to accomplishing His goals
He can call on the most unlikely person
and infuse him with power and control
God says we're royalty with power, majesty and might
He will bless and anoint us with grace, mercy and light
God says we're royalty and when He calls us to serve
Don't second guess His actions this appointment you deserve
To be a vessel that God will use, a means to an anointed end
To change the course of history to benefit all men
Now David was to battle but not King Saul's way
David had a god-given talent to be put on display
David was a projectile warrior a master of the slingshot
So he picked up 5 smooth stones and proceeded towards his lot
Only one stone was needed to take Golieth down
It hit that giant in the forehead
and immediately knocked him to the ground
David's actions changed the course of history
It also came to affect his entire family
Eventually David became a king
and because of his faith and behavior
His descendants became the line that produced
Jesus the Christ Our Savior
And like David I know who I am
And from Whom I came to be
And like David I'm a child of God
And God says I'm royalty
Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding
Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen
Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold
Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze
Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason
Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face
Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night
Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen
©Donna Jones
Everyday I wake up and I go to work
Criticism isn't given to child drug dealers
They understand that everyone needs a way to live
I walk through the slums of Brazil working day and night
I help pay for my siblings so they may eat
But once a week, I find my reason to continue on
I go out and play soccer with my friends
Just so I can hear the muse
Of the crowd cheering from the stadium
No wall can block those lights in the sky
This inspires me to go on to the next week every time
And finally after years, I bought tickets to the game
Brazil scored a game winning goal in the final minute
And in that moment, I could see the fireworks again
The fireworks that had inspired and illuded me for years
And I sat down and I cried of joy
To see those fireworks one last time
As I knew that I wouldn't live to see them again
THE DREAMS
Surely, one day
We will have to get to our way
Forgetting the bad past
Hoping for the good future really fast.
Working day and night
Whether under a torch or a sunlight
Keep succeeding, oh my dear,
Keeping the things in the mind very clear.
Your nightmares should scare you
And the will be the one to dare you
But don't forget to think extreme
And feel accomplished after completion of your dream.
Everything gets changed by a positive hope
Every stream has a great scope
Until it's done,
You foolish, don't even think the battle has been won.
Start working hard
Or else become a security guard
You can do everything with your strong will
And soon the results will make you thrill.
Do the hard work now
So that you aren't embarrassed and have to bow
Try not quit
Just accept a bit.
Fix your hard goals
If you want to enjoy and eat a rice bowl
Take it up as a mission
Only one thing in your vision.
How fast goes away the time,
Now stop playing with the slime
Be brave but do not cry
Answer everyone who asks you why.
This is a very tough fight
But work hard if you want to be in the spotlight
So, try and give a start
Hope you all will become smart.
You should have its fear
You could even get your eyes filled with tear
Everything is very precious
And good future us auspicious.
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We are the children of time
That big round clock
Arms like arrows
Not a minute to be wasted
In this precious cycle
Of ambition
We succeed
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on.
Growing up isn't tough
Mature before puberty
Nature versus nurture
A mind like ours is never a child
We are born fighters
Running full speed
Living the modern life 24*7.
Childhood was no fairytale
Education only for the male
Running the household
Responsibility of the female.
Every mark mattered
Couldn't afford to fail
We had dreams to go to Yale
Lopsided economies of scale.
Never heard a nursery rhyme
Anything but calculus was a crime
Professors of arts and humanities
Never earned a dime.
Peter Pan a fantasy
Charlie's chocolates a forbidden ecstacy
Mowgli a triviality
Winnie the Pooh served no practicality.
Industrious (child) laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality.
Basic necessities are scarce
All the money gobbled up
By the fatty Babu's of
Our royal municipality.
Nasty neighborhood to live in
Mass murders ain't a confidentiality
Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality.
Dreaming dreams do no harm
Waking up punched in the stomach
Not aided by an alarm
Learning to shoot a gun before ABC
My basti had no dearth of firearm
Attracting pity is our only charm.
Working day and night
50 rupees a month
One meal a day
Is our only right
Reading by the moonlight
Whenever free
If caught dozing off
Whipped brutally by the underdog
A terrible affright
No FIRs for our measly plight
To get out of that clumsy area
Is a dream a come true
But every Chotu
Doesn't have a happy ending.
When you are but a mule
A tiny part of a big racket
Any wrong move
And you are smashed like a bee
Slammed like a fist
Held in a cage
Anything but flying free.
Gaining independence is rare
Thinking of freedom a dare
Every chaiwala ain't no
Slumdog millionaire.
Working day and night for minimum wage,
Building rage because the feeling of being locked in a cage,
Dreaming of my time on stage.
I don't want this life forever!
Struggling to keep it together,
In a relationship that wont last a day past forever!
Hair on fleek, swag on 110,
soul on 0%, brain near the end.
Pass the Kush, I'm tired of living in the fallacies of this dry ass reality.
"Turn up, burn up"... This ain't me! I can't even look at my reflection in the mirror and not shatter it with disgrace. DISGRACE.
Thoughts. I have about 110, that wont see the day of light, just the pad and pen.
Lost in a whirlwind, this world wont protect me.
Equivalent to a shoal of piranhas eating my brain, which,
unanatomically drains my heart.
My heart, beating fast at thoughts of my past, sending fear to my future.
The obstruction of vision, causing the dread of the next moment. Content with two feet glued to the ground because anxiety of the next step could be turmoil.
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. Time is ticking, this is sickening!
My accomplishments, I have none, they're missing.
My peers, look at them!
Instagram famous, living life shameless.
But that ain't me.
I'm on a soul search, trying to break free.
Free of society withhold,
Free of material things and the stress and confusion it brings.
There's a storm in my soul, and I can't swim. The world won't save me!
Jah, Jah can you hear me? I need you to guide me through reality,
because sadly, I need you badly.
They toil away
unacknowledged and unseen
working day and night
fleecing the scene
they know all your ins and outs
steadfastly collecting
everything
they can on you... Meet
The Lint Factory Inc.
People and places faces and names,
the vicious cycle of endless mind games.
oh those who have lost their way
and found themselves on a playground where one pays
before one plays
working day and night on deeds that can never be won
earning the title of inevitably spun
Always wanting more and more
never knowing what they want it for ,
climbing and climbing roads that are rough
Always wanting more and more but the road is too tough
unaware of the riptides in the oceans they are sent
landing rock bottom in the jungles of cement
will they finally reach the ultimate high ?
when all they can do is lay down or die.
When are we going to be free from these
Monsters?; when I think of them I hiss,
One attacks the skin,eye,blood and other parts,
Which has led to the deaths of many hearts,
Men in coats are working day and night for a cure,
The world prays, but this seems elusive for sure,
Then comes the second one that destroys the immune
Which has made the living and the dead to commune.
Men are now scared of ‘coitus lopus’ to stay alive,
The two work on the blood as they connive
to destroy youthful and vibrant life of men,
once you are grasped, is like be thrown into vampire’s den,
then comes the third one with virulent to kill,
His tongue is retractable like chameleon with death seal,
Fluid from the body keeps him alive and deadly,
Kills at a faster rate than the first two solely,
Keep your doors lock!,do not open,for they are here…
Beware!
Slaves ,slaves , slaves
slaves in the world,
working for sugar,
food and tea.
Slaves in the world,
working day and night,
but nothing they get
from their sweat.
Slavery in the world,
it's some thing wrong,
the source of cry
among human beings.
We should a void it,
the world is for all,
the poor and the rich.
Jesus died for us.
I know it's HUMAN NATURE for people to talk
If they could have lived just ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE
they may have seen the real MAN IN THE MIRROR
No matter how OFF THE WALL the public got,
I never heard you say BEAT IT or LEAVE ME ALONE
It had to be BAD to REMEMBER THE TIME when,
you were judged for being DANGEROUS to your child
HISTORY, you don't LET IT GET YOU DOWN
MAYBE TOMORROW people will see that you were,
WORKING DAY AND NIGHT to HEAL THE WORLD
Although I'M IN A STATE OF SHOCK, I'LL BE THERE
to bid you adieu, WE CAN NEVER SAY GOOD-BY.
If I was a soul reader, I'd cast a net to the sea and light up this
hurting world with phosphorous anemones.
If I was a soul reader, I'd know which ones were sick. I wouldn't use
a thermometer though, I'd use my soul meter stick.
If I was a soul reader, I'd bring their dark to light, I'd search
the hearts of all man kind and offer them insight.
If I was a soul reader I'd make people glow.
They'd light up each night, like lightening bugs you know.
If I was a soul reader, I'd dare not stop to rest. I'd be
working day and night to clean up all this mess.
Warmth and passion through the air
Emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Cherry pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list
Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snow ball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends
Egg nog swirling in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Add magic to our fest
Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine
For the "Christmas Story" contest Date: December 12, 2017
Mr. Nobody
A candle flickered upon a hearth newly hewn with stone,
in a cabin upon a mountaintop freshly laid with snow.
A smoky haze grazed the sky of wintry purple and gray.
Whilst two busy hands colored a lumber tan, stoked the flames and wished the lonely hours away.
All alone beneath the night, Oh how bittersweet!
Seemed all those hours spent hiding from humanity.
He labored and toiled, sat and read; but it seemed so futile because he had no little one to tuck into bed. No pleading eyes begging for a kiss, no soft eyes staring into his.
There he remained working day and night, doing nothing but listening for sounds of life.
And after one hundred years Mr. Nobody had died.
leaving his belongings there.
Till thieves came and whisked them away, but alas there was nothing of value anyway.
All alone on that mountaintop, there the cabin stood: Despite peeling paint and trampled rhododendron bush.
Waiting like a sentry guard, waiting patiently
To snare another guilty man and make him believe that a lonely life would be better than a dozen years of penitentiary.