Son Jobs Poems

She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest...

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Right from the 1st word from my mouth,
to the journey that's destined way south,
Mom, you, being there for me, have  witnessed it all,
& swear,...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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they labeled him as such
and taught him to
do what had been done.
then they made him responsible for
what was done
without feeling sorry for
creating the character
that acted...

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Ted breezed into the house like he owned the place
with an cocky smirk plastered all over his face
I know that look son; just tell me...

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This place is tucked out of the way,
across river from the city,
most folks don’t even know it’s here,
and I suppose that’s a pity.

Maybe the truck-stop...

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just moments ago, a dawning realization
     arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
     and octogenarian...

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Two four-letter words,
I truly despise
Got nothing but hate for them,
I’m not gon lie ... 
but I got my reasons why
Jobs!
Politicians always seem to forget
to put...

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The ghost of Lincolnshire's Daughter
Tonight smiles from her grave
With the locking of iron gates
Ends a plan that she made

Every father passed to his son
A family...

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The Easy Jobs
by Bob Moore

A job that should be easy, again has turned out hard
instead of moving forward one foot, I’m going back a yard
searching...

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I have a son
with more than his share of heart
and mindbody intelligence,
to comprehend vastness of Earth’s evolving history
and future demise,
to comprehend full emptiness of universes...

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Still the Worst Job Ever


How do I hold thee, let me count the ways.
I hold thee trembling, beneath kitchen sinks
crouched in the darkness of the...

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They say it's not good to be a dreamer...

They say your sick, messed-up...

"Think like him," they say or "think like her."

But for gosh-sake...don't think like...

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Blind-
Help me son, help me daughter, help this old beggar,
Give a coin, give some water, help this blind creature.
Help this aged, come to aid, help...

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