Hire the Hood 1
I know you want to hire the hood.
To give them work, like you said you would.
To lift them up, and make life good,
To see success spread through the neighborhood.
But hire those with drive and skill,
With passion, purpose, and iron will.
People who can play their part,
With sharp minds and loyal hearts.
They must align with what you do,
Share the vision and see it through.
Because business needs more than love alone,
It takes talent, and smart moves to build your throne.
If you hire the hood, or not, get the best—do it right,
Choose the ones who bring the fight and the light.
Help each other grow, help each other thrive.
That’s how you keep the dream alive.
It’s always good to give people a chance
But, it takes the right people to make your job enhance.
The same time you’re giving people equality
Make sure your getting people who can put out good quality.
The queen has all the power
while foot soldiers goad the king
though he maybe important
the church ahead of hymn
as too crusading bishops
diagonally move to sing
the knights gallant in battle
before a fall within
the castle's rabble- rousers
encircled squares are ringed
battles meant to topple towers
to where the fight was hinged
the territory taken
with patience wearing thin
when black on white is shaken
who turns the tide to win?
Yellow duck applied for the waitress job
Should I hire her? Asked my pal Rob.
Can she hold a tray?
Not really, but she is an angry duck.
And I don’t want to end up dead.
Sure, hire her, I told him.
Isn’t that why we hire most people?
Unwanted for hire
Minimal money desired
I am gifted and hold a degree
Posted it plainly, for all to read
I'm Experienced in degrading deeds
come spend a dime your inhibitions are freed
I'll hear your heartaches, I'll hear your sin
I'll speak to no one about where you have been
Things that happen but aren't often seen
Corrupted, disrupted, I am a queen
some call me degenerate, some call me kind
yet there those who'll give money still waiting inline
Before you hire that cleaner,
Check their pockets for 3 things that will get your house cleaner.
A wooden toothpick will get rid of the gunk that stops your taps being cleaner,
A wooden oven skewer has a longer reach to make an oven cleaner,
A tooth brush to work its magic to get clean even cleaner.
I don’t know.
So I don’t starve.
So that I can subscribe to the 40 hour work week.
So I can have my life in the hands of capitalist kings.
Who have their lives in the hands of market gods.
So that I can join the many that have good work ethic
Which basically means being in a state of gratefulness for this tiring job
This life sapping job.
You should hire me because I’ll be a good, not passionate worker.
I’m just passionate about being financially stable.
So I can have my life in seconds, enjoy it in stolen minutes.
So in those seconds I can say
Hey. I’m a working gal.
I think all this. I know all this.
My mouth opens
“I think it’ll be a great opportunity to work with your prestigious organization. I am ready to give the very best of myself to align and uplift the mission of this place”
I’m ready to give my soul away.
Give me
your liars
your greedy
your thieves
you unlawful
people of no principals
and no ethics
Of these
I will hire the best
Fresh face
Eager to please
Gung-ho, great attitude
Reminds us of how we once were
Rookie
Anything that you should or may desire,
Name it and I'll provide best possible rendition.
I love to use this gift of God for talking to the world,
So please challenge me with your most wanted requests.
I do fear nothing with that exception of never speaking again,
Death may end it all yet my spirit's lips will always move.
Where does the dread lie if not within one's mortal soul?
Last breath giving more pain relief than morphine.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
All bids are in;
that sacred honor ...had a price.
The profane sanctified;
a flag became a calf of gold
our highest office, sold.
There, looking in the hollows for the
substance of a dream, lurking,
waiting for the light of reason,
one Persephone to grace
a hopeless cause
for hope dies hard
and sweet of taste
and power would hearts inspire
lest God forget
this fulsome scene
and bless the earth entire!
~
He’s a married man who lost his job,
During a depressed economic time;
Willing to do laborious work around your house -
Any kind of odd job he can find.
The kind of things a husband normally would do,
For women who lived without a man;
He could come over and take care of them,
Doing anything that he possibly can.
He could lift heavy boxes or mend a broken fence;
Cut your grass or even take you to a dance;
His wife even said she would look the other way
If you want other husbandly duties and are willing to pay.
He would do his job well then he wouldn’t hang around;
The best thing going all the single ladies found.
By word of mouth recommendations were spread;
Better than in his last job he kept his family fed.
Married women even had jobs for him to do,
When their husbands were travelling for a night or two;
His calendar fills fast so call now if you want him,
He’ll do what he can to try to fit you in.
He’s a married man who lost his job,
During a depressed economic time;
Willing to do laborious work around your house -
Any kind of odd job he can find.
I'll answer you true I know more than you
of computers and websites as well
The problem you see is net latency
and I fear it's to techy to tell
I'm guessing this server is getting quite full
of the poems we post every day
the who's online page must wait for a lull
to be updated in every way
I've noticed as well it is hard to tell
if I am logged on or not
logout is there whenever I stare
at the home page, it cares not a jot
In response to ANY COMPUTER WIZARDS OUT THERE by loopylu loopylu
Thanks for the inspiration
I do not long for a crown,
Nor for an abode in Heaven,
O omnipotent, omnipresent God!
You are a just employer Lord!
Though you have imposed on me,
A daunting task,
Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----
----Only a menial’s hire,
Is all that I ask!! ----
That man had nothing to offer,
They kept him on the sides,
Sides were farther from the centre,
He realized as he was pushed towards them,
As days went along,
He drew the circumference, on which he moved,
The length of the radius he stood on,
Elongated and spread out,
Previously he was in thick,
Now the population was thin,
One fine day the board on which his circle was drawn tilted,
And he was thrown out of the circle,
But as the board straightened level,
It had brought in several others right to the centre,
It was only time before some of them were moved to sides,
And thrown out.
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