Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
Nothing but horses on a merry go round,
painted faces, costumes, and lies based on facts.
We’re all wearing masks
that disguise us from ourselves more than others,
making it so hard for anyone to really know at all
what they want or need until they lose it.
There’s no typical or expected
or proper or appropriate;
only expectations of propriety
and the viability of options,
hiding tears behind smiles,
running up hills and down aisles.
It’s padded chairs and seat belts
and artificial light
and plans never completed,
love never returned,
and electric blankets and solitary music
and pictures of angels
and books about lovers.
I told him ’bout that silly beard, that he’s not ZZ Top
That he could buy a razor if he visited a shop
He worked here in my butchers store, he’d have to wear a mask
I don’t know why he said he won’t, it wasn’t much to ask
I asked him if he’d nip out back and grind a pound of mince
‘And tie that beard around your neck’, which kinda made him wince
He took a pound of nice lean beef but didn’t tie his beard
And when he took a long long time, some bosses might have sneered
I don’t know why he vanished but I haven’t seen him since
There wasn’t any ZZ Top but there was LOADS of mince
A secretary's daily grind
Resulted in a wet behind
A colleague said,
"Your face is red,
But pheromones are colour-blind!"
Daily grind or daily find
Choose wisely my friend
Same oh same oh, never mind
Day drags on, it never ends
Daily grind means you have forgotten
How much fun life can truly be
Daily find shows you definitely have not
Searching for a newer way to see
Each person you meet along your way
Is there to help eliminate your boredom Blue
What you do to meet these friends today
Is truthfully solely up to you
So get out of your rut and go help someone
Every hospital needs a lover to cuddle newborns
Enabling others to succeed is a world of fun,
Every school needs tutors, ones without horns
Someone is waiting, hoping you will find them and help.
Remember the last time you did something new?
Maybe a tiny fish is entwined six feet from you in fishing line and kelp.
I am going to start something fresh today. How about you?
A chill wind stung my cheeks
The sky was sullen gray,
I pulled my collar to my chin
And made my weary way.
Nothing too exciting then,
Just the daily grind.
Eight long hours of tedium
To stultify the mind.
Push a button, pack a box
There's targets to be hit,
Team leaders, motivators,
It's all a load of s##t.
Clocking in, clocking out
Until the weekend's here,
Then I'm off down to the pub,
To meet my good friend, beer.
Entry for
CONTEST NO 495,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
17/9/18. Placed 1st.
Get up early, to get the day started.
Pray to Jesus, for a productive and safe day.
Fill up with gas, and put the water on ice.
Keep my eyes open, as I roll down the road.
Arrive at the worksite, let the work begin.
When the work is complete, it’s back on the road.
Rollin’ down the highway, to the hotel once again.
Time for some supper, and daily reports.
Miss the family, this is the worst part.
Get cleaned up, and off to bed.
Tomorrow will bring, the daily grind again.
These chains hold me
To a truth that sets me free
These prison bars keep me safe
Until I am ready to be me
This work camp keeps me humble
So I can live with pride
These many limitations release me
From the oppression that lives inside
So if you have no choice
But to be held back
If it's the inspirations
Or the passion that you lack
God is working within you
The power to liberate
The holding tank helps
Your drive to emancipate
So surrender the obsession, your
Endless thoughts to escape
And allow the present moment
To work within you and reshape
Your inner workings that will
Shift so you can grow
And receive the blessings that are
Waiting once you let go.
Meg Endures the Daily Grind
By Elton Camp
To sleep in, Meg needn’t try
Others’ needs she can’t deny
There’s no break from that way
An early start comes to her day
A shrill cry from baby’s room arises
To awaken her kids of various sizes
His diaper is stinky, vile and rank
A bottle of milk he slowly drank
Through the house the others ran
Breakfast insistently to demand
Day continues as no delight
Cry, fuss, scream and fight
Meals to make, cleaning to do
To live that way, Meg does rue
The bedtime hassle soon at hand
It’s almost more than she can stand
Her parenting skills put to the test
Exhausted but little time to rest
good deeds go unanswered
bad deeds go unpunished
what's this world coming to
when wrong is right and right is wrong
who is left to play the last song
losers come and winners go
just to listen to the song of the crow
we will all end up six feet below
why can't our judgment come sooner
closing your eyes will be the end
fighting like there's no tomorrow
tears roll down feel sorrow
life has given no true friend
stabbed in the back in the end
so much penetration feel the pain
blood running down an endless drain
counting sheep but there is no sleep
demonic thoughts terrorize mind
simply going through the daily grind
Wake up, thinking about sex
Take a shower, thinking about sex
Get on the train, thinking about sex
Finally get to work, thinking about sex
Time for lunch, how about sex
Getting out of work, thinking about sex
Go to a bar, looking for sex
Get drunk, Still looking for sex
Give up the fight, Praying for sex
Home lying in bed, still thinking about sex
Looking at your hand with a devilish grin, Finally let the SEX BEGIN!