She has no job
Professes to not care
Has taught school for six years
I do not care what job I get she says
Anything but teaching.
I never want to do this again.
She was our teacher of the year a year ago
I mentioned doing a t-chart, so she can think about her life
Put plus and minus at the top, I said.
List all the things you love to do and all the things you do not want to do
She came back over to my table six times
To tell me she has not "found" herself yet.
She can think of nothing to write in either column.
I cannot help but think she wants to stay jobless
The jobless man
Empty pocket
Empty kitchen
Empty plate
Empty pot
Empty Tommy
Empty pulse
The Jobless man
No money
No food
No home
No social benefits
No state support fund
No basic life
The jobless man
Dead system
Corrupt government
Victim of a Brutal regime
Failed politicians
Hopeless chances
Damaged mind
And now in the street hanging
Around as
The jobless man
The unshaped foggy veil on the eyes to the sun today
The morning as if a left corpse covered in white
The raindrops could not wet my river, rather it
Flying today to the unknown like the wind
Today the autumnal wind is not blowing on my verandah
It flowing down like the tears on the chin of the heart
Moments are not in the decaying, rather stopped in my heart
And standing like the steel, like the second hand of a watch
I live in the forest of loss at the time of this Covid-19
Dismissed from a job I am confined in a suffocating cage
12.11.2020 Chattogram
DOING WELL
DO TELL
LIFE OF STRUGGLES
FEELS LIKE THE WORLD DO NOT CARE
ALL OTHERS ARE JUST THERE
RELAXED, IN A STANDBY MODE
UNTIL ONE-DAY
YOU WERE TOLD
HOLD ON
KEEP THE FAITH
LET GOD BE YOUR GUIDE
HAVE PEACE, REST, AND GRACE
DOING GREAT
YOU MUST SAY
MANAGED TO BEAT THAT RACE
NOW A PLACE TO LIVE
A JOB TO GO TO
A NEW CAR TO RIDE IN
BECAUSE YOU LET JESUS BE YOUR TOUR GUIDE
YOU HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH
NOW YOU ARE HELPING OTHERS
WITH MUCH LOVE
MY SISTER OR BROTHER.
MUCH GREATER THAN BEFORE.
We have graduated from many prestigious tertiary institutions,
With flying colors,
Competent and resourceful,
But we are roaming around the streets, homeless, penniless and jobless.
We have been trained,
Under the scorching sun and in the rain,
In skill acquisition
And entrepreneurship development (SAED),
But we are neglected, so we resort to crimes,
And daily marched toward the docks.
We have studied the Constitution and Civic Education,
Equipped ourselves daily
With the articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,
Found out that we are the leaders of tomorrow,
A lie as old as time itself.
Since we have tasted poverty and dormancy,
And can't even say when they will stop politicking with our future,
It's high time we make up our minds,
To changelessly be or not to be,
Perpetual hungry applicants or educated and hopeless scholars.
A Nigerian, studying for years,
In higher institution,
Burning candles.
Graduated with honors, got no job,
Searching daily,
Fed up.
Tears rolling down, he is pained,
Remember him,
This I plead.
My friend quit her teaching job
In January
This is almost March
I had no idea until today
That she is jobless.
She sounds thrilled
About not working
But what about money?
I wonder.
Knowing now
She must
Not need it.
How humorous life is
Failure loves my career
I’m ascetic of it
As if in-out of me
For the futile practice
Jobless vagabond still
I run on the path
The competition
Merciless study
Within all efforts
But failure chuckles
From far unknown
Failure shoots me
On bed of thorns
Frustration sucks
Interview
Accident
In success
Failure
Defeats
Life!
-November 29, 2018 Chattogram
Jobless failure life
Although not lazy
Active life spend I
Thirty two years young
In others favor
After Study
Institution
Certifies me
As graduate
But for job
Interview
Traps my life
Failure
Loves to
Fail!
-November 29, 2018 Chattogram
There are no job opportunities
for the people
by the government.
There are more rob opportunities
for the government
over the people.
No job opportunities had been
created like they boasted
during the rallies
More opportunities have been
created rather
to rob the jobless.
Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
He juggles, smuggles jewels in backpacks,
jawbreakers, jump ropes, jelly rolls and crack.
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~~
Junk jingles and jangles, squeals like a pig
jerked and jacked from joints on his pickup routes.
Amid crates of jackets, jeans, and jump suits,
Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
Jack jimmied the Jaguar trunk of some prig;
now Judge Judy’s searching Jack's jalopy.
“Jumping Jehoshaphat, what’s this jersey?"
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~~
Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
her missing jersey was what the judge found.
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~
written 1/31/2018
a villonet
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name ''J'' Contest, New or Old
A JOBLESS MAN
He strives daily
Wakes up early
To provide for his family
On the table there's no food
Even the health of the young ones is not good
One needs medication
Another needs operation
There is nowhere to find money
"I am failing honey,"
He says.
Tears just fall
Fall from them all
Mother and daughter
Father and son
Who said men don't cry?
Tell him or her that's a lie
Poor man
He never went to school
But he's the only family tool
They all rely on him
When days are dark, bright and dim
Poor man
His daily bread is stress
His daily make up on his face is sadness
He is Jobless
A JOBLESS MAN.
PoeticMonwa_
You see him on the streets sometimes,
other times he's nowhere to be found,
but regardless of whether he's seen by a collect few or by none,
he's somewhere, deep in thought, deep in prophecy, receiving visions from on high, for a single ma'am - a lone wolf or for those that concern the multiples down to the miniscule.
Whether they receive these,
the rare occasions when he speaks and when he shares,
or if they choose to reject his perspectives of life and the future, he's there, in the invisible shadow of broad daylight and in the piercing, loud quiet of 4am.
He's most often communicating through the medium of copper wires and fibreglass, the great library of incorrect information,
you see he's quite shy by nature but he's a valiant stalwart werewolf when the meek are threatened by the cowardly strong, he's sending arrows by distance, to pierce the imposing darkness that the fiend brings.
From vision to shield, let his arrows cloak the downtrodden and let the fallen angels beware, the jobless prophet despises evil work.
My cute little princess,
Wants to play in excess,
Diffiult to be at par with her,
As her capacity is intense!
Her innocent smile rejuvenates,
looks heart throbbing in every dress,
Boosts my energy,
Taking away the stress!
I wish to express,
She's a bliss,
To cuddle and caress,
I madly miss!
With her along my 'mind and heart' are at peace,
When I am away from her,
For work and other business,
I am in distress!
I guess,
If time was to be bought,
At any cost I would purchase,
Or would be more than happy,
Remaining jobless!
What's the opposite of a jobless recovery?
Am I recovered in my unemployment plan?
Can my life's ambition be made compulsory?
Can I ever be in pursuit of happiness again?
Is my economic outlook feverishly rising?
Can my party fix all my troubles with planks?
What's the good in dour predictions surmising,
a bleak future is likely in my future thanks?
Do charts and graphs shovel down in the ditches?
Can talking heads turn sound-bites into a meal?
Can legislators bind citizens strife with stitches?
Do they even realize that our struggle's a big deal?
Do the waifish children known as Ignorance and Want
clinging under the ghost of Christmas present's robe
have no earthly refuge or resources, to flaunt?
Are there no prisons, no workhouses to provide hope?
A man's measured by more than the job that he works
Best accept the fact now that we're brother's keeper
Day after day without a job, life's a struggle without perks
and the price of peace and contentment is made steeper
© Goode Guy 2012-03-13
http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2012/03/12/148450194/whats-the-opposite-of-a-jobless-recovery
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