The Blue Collar Poet
I am but a poet of simple, rigid mind,
With formal education, where hindsight isn't blind.
Sometimes I look at TRUE poets of education in the lits,
And wonder if it's true or if I'll ever fit.
For I look at other works of art and see that I'm quite plain;
I don't have the background to achieve the glory, fame.
But I am quite popular among my workers on the crew,
For my simple message just shines right on through.
I can speak in riddles, backward, or in rhymes,
But my simply worded message creates the best of times.
They are my blue-collar audience of hardworking men,
Soaking up the poetry as an honest clan.
I hope I've brought a little hope or introverted thought,
Something they can take with them that wasn't even bought.
Sometimes, when it hits with them, it's like water to and fro,
Wetting down the soil and planting seeds to grow.
Sometimes there's a snicker, sometimes there's a laugh,
But when they go quietly, I know they feel my path.
Yes, it's true I wish to master my art,
But the day my crew don't know me by my heart or my pen,
That's the day I wrap it up and truly say amen.
Fred’s wife found lipstick on his collar
Boy, did she ever scream and holler
Fred said, Sorry dear
I won’t live in fear
Guess who, and I’ll give you a dollar
Come on, Daphne!
We’re walking!”
This is the best part
of both of our days
Our lives are in the steps
Daphne and I take,
everyday
You first,
my light-footed queen
Watching you,
undeniably alive,
enjoying the best
the world has to offer
makes my life
My life.
BLUE COLLAR MAN
Just a man of a blue collar clan,
I eat, I breathe, I'll die.
In time my life will be forgotten
like clouds drift cross the sky.
Twas a time when reason was rhyme,
when souls could not be sold.
No bad intent, what's said was meant,
one's self was self controlled.
As some grow, they begin to know
the nature of mankind.
A sneak attack, a knife in the back,
or just get left behind.
Tis foolish youth who never learns
to play deceptive games,
to see the forrest not the trees,
more pitty or more shame?
Bury deep their innocence,
let greed and lust prevail.
A thoughtful heart, horse after cart,
a formula to fail.
To be the one, one must become,
to succeed at any cost,
it takes it's toll, the price is high
to where their soul is lost.
One mans fail, another's success.
Each to their own purview.
It matters most to burdened host.
Karma is life's milieux.
The sated soul does not compete
within their own dark side.
Never to gain through others' pain,
taking lifes tides in stride.
A blue collar man content in my clan,
I have no life regrets.
A simple life, lived well, head high.
I've love and love begets.
The weatherman gets it right
50% of the time
for yesterday
And they say he's in his prime ...
The outlook for the short term
is partly sunny, partly cloudy
It depends on whether the President’s navel
is an ‘innie’ or an ‘outie’
Longer term, the skies are clearing
the truth will be made known
That lipstick on POTUS' collar? Heh-heh
He attracts female drones
They hide in plain sight,
Smile and wave
But then comes the night
And the smiles go away
Out comes the grin
From the devil himself
Stifled cries and prayers unheard
Until the clock strikes twelve
They wear their collars like a disguise
They're doing "gods work"
In the dark if the night
But god isn't there
This is not what he asked
Yet they hide their evil
behind this mask
Again and again
It happens again
Nobody to stop
The unending pain
A children's home not filled with love
But filled with evil hiding behind god
A lie
And the lie goes on
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
The leash still hangs beside the door,
But footsteps echo here no more.
Your bowl untouched, your bed the same,
Yet nothing answers when I say your name.
The house is full of hollow space,
Each corner aches, each shadow waits.
Your toys lay still, your scent remains,
A ghost of joy now lost to pain.
I swore I heard your paws last night,
Soft taps against the floor so light.
But silence met me when I turned,
Just empty halls and lessons learned.
No wagging tail, no sleepy sighs,
Just heavy air and quiet goodbyes.
They say the pain will fade in time,
But all I want is you and mine.
My optics are fooling me,
Intuition eluding me,
Life is confusing me.
I step inside to see,
Whats off with my energy,
As this feeling pulls at me.
Facing everyday tiredly,
Fighting to get ahead,
Hurrying to be dead.
As Money drowns all i did,
Keeping me in this pit,
Fighting my Spirit.
I've had enough of it,
I don't even like it,
It's only creating conflict.
No one else sees it,
Feeding all of us in the pit,
Stepping over others just to get it.
Leaving those behind in need,
Filling Pockets full of greed,
Just to prove you succeed.
A system to make you bleed,
To earn something to feed,
A family that needs you to thrive.
Its foundation will falter,
And they'll poison your water,
To keep you on your Dollar Collar.
Blue collar school,
Blue collar play,
Blue collar children,
Blue collar praise,
Blue collar words,
Blue collar phrased,
Blue collar work,
Blue collar pay,
Blue collar union,
Blue collar say,
Blue collar terraced,
Blue collar glazed,
Blue collar town,
Blue collar ways,
Blue collar nights,
Blue collar days,
Blue collar skies,
Blue collar greys.
White collar night school,
White collar college days,
White collar degree,
White collar knowledge pays,
White collar nine-to-five,
White collar maze,
White collar union,
White collar raise,
White collar semi,
White collar double glazed,
White collar mowed lawn,
White collar baize,
White collar supper time,
White collar bordelaise,
White collar children,
White collar praise,
While collar world,
White collar haze.
Blue Collar, White Collar,
Whatever we might say,
We can’t forget those Blue collar days,
We can’t change all our Blue collar ways.
Doing work white collar job but dirt underneath,
Fragrance with scent on shirt but smell under me,
Flourished outside but rotten inside,
Complete man I'm outside but incomplete
Through heart.
Complex complicated compliance charm I lock,
But understandable through one key,
Folded in four sides, but no side edge seen to unveil.
Cover with damp of lies and no gas is penetrating in it.
I got white collar smile but smirk underneath.
My feet are killing me
In case nobody knows
The chill is real
But all I feal
Is the pinching of my toes
Oh woe Oh
Woe oh woe
Collar bone trending:
Fish aquarium, coin purse,
China's new sensing.
Are there places we go to and won’t be back,
There grounding ourselves for having met no lack?
It used to be the Lord God’s United States
For Africans, who could face big Hotels’ plates
And Dish-Washing assembled the Great Dollars
For cruising round in shirts with up-turned collars…
Much earlier Europe’s Sung United Kingdom
For the Blacks London’s clock meant a timed stardom,
Replies in British English “Truest Freedom,”
No Religious Rubbish hatching Martyrdom…
In many ways Honeymooners’ Grand Paris
For unending day-dreams, not for seen Barley…
On the other side: A concentration camp,
As we still have this paradise with no lamp:
Where one meets an envelope and turns the stamp:
A struggle ceaseless on emerging Slave Champ;
Where one walks and just works, until one goes limp:
A mind absorbing horrors that make the imp!
The finest places we try and we’ve lost track,
Turning deflated types with no saving Jack!
Bribery
Cybercrime
Embezzlement
Fraud
Identity Theft
Money Laundering
Ponzi Schemes etc..
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