Work Choka Poems

She wore her skirt short,
her lingerie to be seen.
Such sights aplenty!

Gawking, gawping eyes
lusted at shear nudity.
They burned with hunger.

She proudly stood in
ruffled edges of cheap...

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No toys to play with,
she draws dolls on the dry soil
with soft soiled fingers.
The pale face is drenched,
not by joyous summer rain.
Is it dripping tears?
The...

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VESSEL SANK

           Sea wasn't turbulent.
          ...

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On snakes gleaming skin,
scales shimmer like morning dew,
armor compliant.
Old flakes shed for new,
As silk snake skin is rebirthed.
It unfolds, hardens.
The scales slide over,
intertwine in sliver...

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It is just felt,
when none is speaking,
you can still feel it's sound,
it is just felt 
even death can get it right

sound of silence is felt...

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When a small, wee child
I was taught at home and school
how to tell time correctly.
Before those lessons
time spoke only of today,
yesterday or tomorrow,
and consisted of
uptime,...

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Bound in his wheel chair
He’s my special child so dear
Blissfully maximizing
His freedom with joy
Against disability
To cheer others by God’s mirth.

Midst infirmity
He optimizes Christ’s strength
As he...

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Wolves baying at old
Mother Moon as she sits in
Obsidian sky;

Night slipped unnoticed;
Across the land, waking her;
And put her to work.

She and Sun will not 
Be...

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Wolves baying at old
Mother Moon as she sits in
Obsidian sky;
Night slipped unnoticed;
Across the land, waking her;
Assigned her to work.
She and Sun will not 
Be able...

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I am a proud girl,
proud of achievements and work,
of family and country.
But, sometimes I lean
to arrogance-  to much pride
to accept a helping hand.

____________________
October 28,...

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Success in my hand
The power and the glory

On top of the world
I am invincible; me

The little ones left 
by the wayside without care

I take what...

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the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years

work is left undone
avoided like a poison 
the very thought, repugnant 

the useless hand...

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The wind is flowing.
The wind flows like a ball.
Let's call it a festival today.
In my hands or in a safe like a pocket
Silver medals must...

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Sad day at my home,
     Job lost right before Christmas,
         What will I...

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I am awoken,
By the idea of greatness.

I am unable,
To sleep until greatness comes.

The work that precedes,
Daunting is the path I chose.

I am most hungry,
With a...

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