Gainfully Poems

Another Beckoning Contest Deserving Effort

Fascinated, Gainfully Harnessed, Impishly Joyful
Again, a contest I can't deny.
There's someone though, who makes me grateful
While I sit and ponder, knowing my.
 
Kind, Loyal, Muse, Nicely Observes
My constant request for her inspiration.
By finding words this poem deserves
Through her obliging communication.

Perusing Quests Requires Studious Time
To edit, correct, some lines rearrange.
Ensuring then my end words all rhyme
Therefore, deliberate lines to exchange.

Unquestioned Victory, With Xenial Yes!
Together my muse and I agree.
These words are ours, but now confess
My secret muse is really like me!

To Whom It May Concern

In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.

I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and the slide rule.  “Testing” was used to “evaluate” progress and assist in future choices.

I graduated Magna cum softly from a “free” education facility with a double major in life and its unlimited learning experiences.  I am presently enrolled in its post graduate “Masters” program.

I am currently up to date on all of the recent “vaccinations”, upgrades and mask wearing theory.

I do, however, suffer from a long-standing problem with a “work ethic” issue and find it difficult not to show up and produce as I believe it is important to my remaining gainfully employed.
When asked by another employee a question such as: “I wonder what he/she thinks?” I usually reply: “I’m more concerned about why you're so concerned about what he/she thinks.”

I would bring to your “work” place an open mind (not to be confused with an empty head).

If you are interested in offering me employment please contact me by snail mail as my computer mysteriously disappeared last night.

John G.Lawless
©3/20/2023

Taking Off My Demon Shoes

Firstly the alligator belt has to go.
The highly polished pearl handled pistol
should not be on my slim hips 
in a kindergarten.
I’m swearing of sugar and rum.
Blue suede shoes were never that cool anyway,
I have left several pairs at the back of a thrift shop
with a five dollar bill.
Wearing shades in February is not working for me anymore.
I’ve taken off the tassels of my dude cowboy shirt.
I have moved into Ohio
filling every available space with my yellowing soul;
have filed my fangs down to the size of gummy bears.
We (my huge prosthetic breasts and I),
have joined a Pentecostal church
and now babble eloquently in an angelic tongue
only fully known to rabid squirrels.
Constant prayer has turned my **** eruptions
into pure helium
and am now gainfully employed blowing up party balloons 
in a local Dollar Store.
When the good Lord calls me I will be found
balancing precariously on the head of a pin
at last fully masked and surgically prepared for 
my heavenly colonoscopy.

Frequently

Frequently, faithfully, followeth you
Chasing the dream of a zillion or two
New love is true love and true love is sewn
Not by the seed but the need to be grown

Fortune may function to fashion your fame
Finding the future of passion is game
If your position is painfully pressed                                                                                                                                                                      
Your opposition is gainfully best

Soon a solution is heading your way
Your resolution is coming today
Pack up the pickup and pay for the rent
That's how the rest of your money is spent

Sleeping is meant to be cool as the breeze
Carving her name is the function of trees
Love is a lady of laughter and grace
Joy is a word for the glow on her face

Leaping about is the way people see
All of the joy that is your company
Every new day is your chance to be true
Shining the ray that is living in you.

From Deep Within My Heart

Frequently, fragrantly followeth I
Fickle and fallow and famously shy
New love is true love and true love is known
Not by the seed but the need to be grown

Fortune may function to fashion your fate
Finding the future of passion is great
If your position is painfully pressed                                                                                                                                                                      
Feign your audition and gainfully rest

Blamelessly fighting the urge of the pack
Shamelessly citing the courage they lack
Purely delighting the young and the old
Surely inciting the tongue of the bold

Sleeping is meant to be well by the way
Reaping her scent by the smell of the day
Keeping her bent to the vent is the key
Seeping that went from the tent next to me

Leaping about is the essence of fame
Deepening doubt is the presence of blame
Death is the vagrance of hope in the beast
Life is the fragrance of love in the least.

Submitted to the "Rhyme Rumi Quote" Poetry Contest
On August 11, 2022
Sponsored by Sotto Poet

A Tough Shirt of Mine

My Guarantor: ’Never to get torn’
As it is continually worn:
A brush had had with Goring Horn
But not disfigured: A Hard Corn.

A Corduroy never the worse for wear,
Hard material spotting not a tear;
I’ve noticed: Every new morn
Often seeming The Reborn.

A Corduroy which did refuse
To drop me a lame excuse
For choosing to not gainfully last
And breathe its disappointing last…

A tough blue shirt of mine
I should be honoring with Spanish Wine.

A Cheap Watch and a Cake

You sell yourself for money
Hour lunch two coffee breaks 
To punch a card at 5pm
For a cheap watch and a cake
You live on autopilot 
A zombie for the pay
Make copies, staple papers
Day, after day, after day
You think you're irreplaceable 
Never make it without you
But if you dropped dead on the floor
They'd step right over you
And when your time is over
They blow up some balloons
Toast you with some Diet Sprite
Goodbye they're done with you
Tell me was it worth it?
Did it bring you any joy?
Did you trade your soul,your dreams
To be gainfully employed?
Were you ever happy 
Or was it lies , just fake 
Do you wish your life was more
Than a cheap watch and a cake?

Homeless Now Car-Less Soon

Just because I had a job
Doesn't mean I was gainfully employed
Or could afford my college degrees
Or even to eat, to sleep
So working low wage jobs 2nd shift
Was one way to look as if
I was head above water till I got too sick
I too was homeless
But for my car
Which they could not find to repossess
Only because it was my last link to hope
But this too would be a rope that would hang me
I couldn't afford the car either
Nor gas, oil, parking let alone insurance
I found ways to bathe
At the gas station
the laundromat
Then off to work smelling clean
With a sordid secrete
I too slept with the deer at the park
Where a sign said "Park closed after dark"
But I know God's rules didn't deny me
Park or simple joys of moonlight
Just because the economy tossed
My budget like a salad
And I made a pallet
In the car homeless today
Car-less soon
But not forever
This too shall pass.

Zebra Crossing

a zee
bra yuppie
crossing x-tends
desired walkways
enhancing valued
futures underlying
gainfully tried
honorable sacrifices
involving resources
jockied quickly
knowing people
leach ones
money nicely


stan sand

And I Am Grateful

A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
   and I am grateful.

An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
   and I am grateful.

A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures, 
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
   and I am grateful.

written 30 Aug 2020

Mum the Financial Advisor

Mum, The Financial Advisor

‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot, I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Thus sets the stage of similarities and whatnot, lighting the mood for the afterglow,
The morning after, we see what had been taught, not much but the status quo,
You are the cream and sugar, I am the coffee, I the beehive and you the honey,
Taste has sweetened, well-brewed and lofty, firm prospect meaning money,
More meaningful, and the setting more warmly, gainfully significant and carefree,
Ergo, breakfast entertains calmly and promptly, ending in a financial apogee,
Good morning moments, familial time, satisfyingly, and a future that was meant to be.

2020 February 24

*2nd Place*

Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Maria Williams
~~Silent One

So Faithfully Aimlessly Basically Grace For Me- -

I
aimlessly;
Do basically;
So faithfully;


my
specialty;
to tastefully;
inlatency;

graciously;
gratefully;
joyfully;

So
faithfully;
I aimlessly;
Dobasically;

brazenly do;
gainfully to;
case study shamelessly, shows us;
faithlessly favorably spaciously the creation in me;


9/6/19

Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted to Write Poetry
Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger








Wuhn Triangular A New Free Verse
 Form type  invented by ??????????????
3 syllables Wuhn pronounced "One"  is form type where you must have two or more triangle shaped verses.
Each verse has to be 1 syllable one or two lettered word to start on top of the word triangle. The 1 syllable word needs to "highlighted or underlined to denote the top of the triangle
Followed by one 3 syllable word
Doing this minimum twice stacking these verses on top of each other making a sort of stack-able pyramid

The Dry, Dry Shoreline

She watches from her vantage point;
A rickety rocker in a second-story bedroom
Her gaze drifts to the shifting sands,
Once alive with strangers and friends,
Years barren and wasting as the ache in her hands
Her sullen silence a self-imposed isolation
In her empty kingdom of the sea

Sands dancing gainfully
Right where water used to be
Driving through the rusted boat husks
Rising, falling, swirling like what's lost
In her mind she sees it again:
Sapphire canvas embed with shining diamonds
Lit like fire under the blazing sky
Intense as the depth in her one loves' eyes

All of the sea could fit inside
Its beauty may well have been written 
Like a tattoo across his face
Beautiful pearl-smile like night and day;
On one side, stark and gleefully bright
On the other, tongued lies dark as night

In him, all her oceans did reside
Her world fit in those beautiful eyes,
It's no wonder her oceans are gone

Handmade From the Genes of Boyce and Harriet Harris 2nd Warning

HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS 
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).

How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.   

Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.

Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.

I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.

Angst

-Angst-            
Faces fragmented on a mirror that I broke.     
Bad luck wearing a cloak.                           
Poverty was gambling with my currency.         
 Rabid dog was running down the road:       -                   
Turtle dove cooing.     
"E-vil , is necessary, e-vil, is necessary".       
Granted-my polemic must have borders.    
But it was angst that had me racing down the street:    -              
Let me not digress again today.                 
While time is committing suicide.       
Give me that of which they do not - save money.                        
Embrace the very thing i flee from.         
Muted cry of desperation.                 
Gainfully busted in execution.                    
Shoots me dead in the- middle- of -the -road.

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