Allow NO ONE to belittle you
for the position or field you have
either chosen or landed –
whether it be temporal or permanent,
whether it be a job or a career –
to you.
If it’s legal –
regardless of what it is you DO –
It is most definitely HONEST living.
There’s NO shame whatsoever,
Only MODESTY and DIGNITY
in TRUTH and HONESTY!
Hence, give NO regards to those that underestimate you
For whatever it is you DO for a living in your occupational field.
Let NO ONE speak ILL of you for doing NOTHING else for NO ONE!
If you have EVER been EMPLOYED, you are SELFLESS – not SELFSH –
By having worked for someone, you’ve invested in THEIR dream, contributing to THEIR success and constructing toward THEIR achievements – NOT YOURS – one brick at a time – even LONG AFTER you’ve already been honorably resigned or abruptly terminated!
For the term you’ve served or filled – however LONG or however SHORT –
You’ve occupied “the vacancy” and fulfilled whatever “the need”
you DO or DID…every day you reported for work in exchange for a
“stipend net change” of the business founder’s “gross pay dollar…”
YOU, SELFLESS DREAM-BUILDER, YOU….?•
Little Miss Muffet ran away with the spoon
and a bowl of curds and whey
but it's no mystery as the rest is history
for she began a business on the self-same day
first on the card came cottage cheese
now it's plain to see how and why
then her company soon had a hasty addition
when the lady made tasty cottage pie
for one so young to start such an enterprise
successful and spider-free
it comes as no surprise
hers was a cozy cottage industry
"Shoot the vet today!"
Racehorse said, "Over champagne!"
Each way bet, okay!"
Follow the flow of the Tees
Meet the folk whose sweat
and tears shaped the land,
brought in the bounty,
shifted the steel to build
Better places.
Follow the flow of the Tees.
Meet the people who fish
in peace. Look for a seal or two.
See them bobbing, watching you
watching them. Observe them catching the
rays of the sun on the sand.
Follow the flow of the Tees
Day dream on the swirls and foam,
a moving picture on top of the murky depths.
Who would care to venture down?
Not me. I enjoy watching the wildlife
busy foraging for food as I pass by,
following the flow of the Tees.
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BREAKING: [WEALTHY VENTURE CAPITALIST] BUYS
[PLOT OF LAND] FOR [INDUSTRIAL EXPANSION]
[CIGARETTES] AND [TYLENOL]
[TORNIQUETES] AND [ALCOHOL]
LOOPY DOOPY [LAUGHING GAS]
[COLORS] [FLAVORS] [SASSAFRAS]
FOR [FALSE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT], TRY
[ARTIFICIAL PRODUCT MARKETED TO MASSES]
[HOUSE FIRES] AND [CAR COLLISIONS]
[BURNING TIRES] [FIRST INCISION]
POKING AT YOUR [LUNGS] AND [HEART]
[PURVEYOR] TO SELL YOUR [PARTS]
[SELF MUTILATION] AND [SHEDDING SKIN]
IS ALL THE RAGE
[RUBBER HOSES] [PLASTIC GUMS]
[POWER DRILLS] AND [OIL DRUMS]
[SYNTHETIC SOLES] AND [FAT PAYCHECKS]
[POLYESTER] AND [LATEX]
LIMITED TIME SALE ON [INORGANIC BODY PARTS]
AND [FAKE IDENTITIES]
[PROSTHETICS] AND [FACTORIES]
[GASOLINE] AND [BATTERIES]
[CRACKS] AND [FISSURES] IN YOUR [SKIN]
DOUSED IN [DIRTY MEDICINE]
Media industry
Munafiq industry.
I
Thanks to Valsa George whose Mother Nature poem inspired this write. INDUSTRY is celebrated by most national economists, but often I prefer to say: industry means "inDestroy" mode
II
Heavy equipment digging deep
I feel their weight, bombs, blades
They rest on my chest, cut me open
Is it my heart they admire, or seek
No, diamonds and such, not much
But they kill their Mom for trinkets
I bleed, I bleed, "I cant' breathe" -
yet I will lo ...v... ove you
Signed : dying mother nature
Co-signed: Genesis Writer, thy creator
Turner's artistic gift is sought to a working-class dream sequence.
His visual poetry beats the factory revolt's time and place.
In a stunning display of moonshine, which erupts through the sky.
At the right, Keelmen, flat-bottom keels hauling coal along the Quay
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 3rd, 2022
http://www.nga.gov/content/ngaweb/Collection/art-object-pag…
Enter the 'A STRAND (1066)' Poetry Contest
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The offence he committed
He finally admitted,
After his case file was submitted
And witnesses’ evidence permitted …
Also, the money has he remitted
And the name of his accomplice vomited.
Still his movement is much limited
Like gases from an industry emitted.
astronomical
industrialization
abomination
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires
relied on mines
through arteries
of railway lines.
now looking back
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past
a signal box.
the building formed
a silhouette
that framed a scene
I wont forget:
the dying of
that worldly light
was captured there
in black and white.
I'm standing now
where true art stood:
in a 'reinvented'
neighbourhood
where sleepers sleep
beneath the grass
where once those engines
used to pass.
During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.
We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and wheels that spin with ease
and long, tired days, they will soon cease.
Wondrous gauges, invented by sages,
power-piping giant bird cages;
oh the miracles of the ages,
carefully crafted in small stages.
Just wait and see, you will adore,
hard working backs won’t break anymore,
travelling with steam, from shore to shore
is truly a great way to explore.
Guess what, you’re going to also fly,
like the birds up in the skies;
keep your glass eye, nearby
soon automobiles will be passing by.
Just don your top hat, c’mon gents;
oh, things may cost a few more cents.
just imagine the automated presents,
you can buy, let the future commence!
The Earth is about as old as the solar system.
I don't know what the fully fledged humans were like
But human conventions I am guessing were not in any way fully formulated
at the time.
I'd like to think mothers loved their offspring, and fathers followed this same
behavior.
I'm sure it was harder than anyone could realize, it was hard to communicate,
hard to resolve problems, and I'm sure there were many.
Most people died early, child birthing was perilous.
What was it like to see the stars at night and to wonder if
the water in the pond was okay to drink -
And eventually people were able to communicate through language
And pass down stories
which meant everything
to their survival.
Peace!
This rusting chain is witness to an age
When slate was quarried from these ancient cliffs
And where one hundred quarrymen earned a wage.
This harbour, filled with steamboats, schooners, skiffs,
Became a hive of industry, back when
Demand for road-stone, roofing slates and bricks
Was at its peak, then never seen again.
In modern times it’s in the tourist mix;
From far and wide they come; their aim – “The Shed”—
A posh fish restaurant. Book in advance,
Secure your table, or disappointed
And hungry be, and float in fresh fish trance.
The smell of fish and chips wafts from the galley.
Move on, quick! Away! We dare not dally.
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