I’ve worked in oil fields,
facing danger for good money,
I’ve sailed on the crab boats
where the oceans churn and freeze.
I’ve drove the long-haul truck,
through the ice and much up to my knees,
I’ve dug that black gold coal
so the people have light and head.
I’ve worked the power lines
and been nearly fried, yes, it’s true,
I’m an itinerant,
cannot stop and I don’t want to.
I’ve dug a soldier’s grave,
so in peace they’ll lay restfully.
I’ve laid with lonely wives,
that’s why all your kids look like me.
I’ve been a handyman,
fixing your doorjamb and windows,
I’ve worked the carney scene,
on the rides helped all the kids go.
I’ve cut in the Maine woods,
as a logger should, what a view,
I’m an itinerant,
cannot stop and I don’t want to.
I’ve worked behind the bar,
slinging beers out to tired men,
even been a crossing guard,
so children go home safe again.
I’ve swept up city streets,
to see them filthy the next way,
I’ve worked the onion fields
in the hot sun outside L.A.
I’ve done so many things,
making my money someplace new,
I’m an itinerant,
couldn’t settle and don’t want to.
Categories:
logger, leaving, moving on, people,
Form: Rhyme
And leaving all else, they debate on lunch.
To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch.
The other felt, lunch-less
Would no new glory bless
To UK, nor hoary
Return to old glory,
Lunch is a place mid-stream--
Island to which all swim,
If cooler breaks are fine,
Need for lunch-break’s genuine,
For, from stomachs come working peoples’ punch.
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Happenings |20.12.2024|humour, food
Poet’s note: The prime minister and the leader of opposition are usually at logger heads, and British parliament is no exception. A few days back they exchanged their verbal punches on lunch and need to break for it. No doubt, no lunch is free--at home nor work nor anywhere, still…. This ditty is in full favour of lunchbreaks that refuel and decompress.
Categories:
logger, food, humor,
Form: Limerick
I am a virgin, I have never been touched by a man since I was created.
I have never known a man, I have never been logged, my features still remain intact.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.
No logger has touched my growth, they come and go naturally
Life cycle turning full circle.
I am a virgin, I have never been logged by a logger.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.
Categories:
logger, birth, care, death, nature,
Form: Ballad
If you’re going to hug trees
you had best wear a shirt
having really long arms
knuckles dragged in dirt
surely won’t do much harm
If you’re going to hug trees
then you’d best not mind bugs
‘cuz sooner or later
they will return the hugs
below your equator
If you’re going to hug trees
shower after you toil
get used to the itches
that poison ivy oil
will soak through your britches
If you’re going to hug trees
and you’re not a jogger
then be a good tipper
so Ole the logger
won’t show you the chipper
Categories:
logger, love, silly, tree,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Giving a mystical inlander,
far-reaching to fall on dormant,
grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna.
Trembling fingers,
gently caressed,
the pile of soil wet,
as Roombutter melted.
Casuarina seedlings,
sculpt beautiful grooves,
wailing to Lord,
the pine grows fertile.
The remnants, a glory deer valley,
symphonized jungle fowl sound,
beyond tumultuous Krontjong tones,
An illegal logger Meneer relaxes.
Categories:
logger, environment, mountains,
Form: Free verse
Trump Felt Sorry For
Don't want him around anymore,
But truly for Trump feel sorry for;
Burg in Getty
Being petty;
Committed sins seven and four score.
Trump is definately does looks like a
Lincoln Logger head. rolled over on
his backside unable to move.
Categories:
logger, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Partnachklamme
The most beautiful place
Above the Bavarian resort town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen,
There winds a country road which leads to the Partnach gorge.
Hikers are passed by less hearty tourists transported in hay wagons.
On the left side of the road, a river can be spotted through the lindens.
The river water looks like it was drawn with aquamarine pastels,
Having been super-oxygenated from the gorge’s rapids and cascades.
Playful locals built miniature dwellings and piers along the banks.
Loggers used to hike up the dangerous gorge to unblock log jams,
So safer paths were tunneled in and along the walls of the gorge.
So many sight-seers used to sneak up the loggers trails for the views,
That logging ceased and the gorge became a tourist destination.
At the mouth of the gorge, a guest house sells carbonated buttermilk,
Weiswurst, and other Bavarian specialties to fortify or refresh.
During the holiday season, pilgrims carefully hike the trails
Carrying torches which reflect from the icicles and frozen walls.
Waterfalls, narrows, bridges, and a logger chapel
All add to the charm of Partnach Gorge.
Categories:
logger, beauty, nature, river,
Form: Prose Poetry
Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees.
I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's.
I'm done with blood and sweat and tears;
I've sawed your trees ten doggone years.
Right out that door I'm marching on.
No use to look, 'cause I'll be gone.
I'm done with aches and blisters, for
I'm marching on, right out that door.
I'll never feel this weary back,
Nor sleep in such a leaky shack;
I'll go and find a decent meal --
This weary back I'll never feel.
With some sweet girl we'll settle down
Two thousand miles west of town.
I and my mule, named Mr. Merl,
We'll settle down with some sweet girl.
I've lived in hell, Mad Merlin Green;
Now I, like you, am strong and mean.
Once shy and kind, now hear me yell;
Mad Merlin Green, I've lived in hell.
Categories:
logger, abuse, anger, bullying, farewell,
Form: Quatrain
For "Show Me the Funny (part two)"
There once was a fellow a woggin'*
Who bumped into one who was loggin'
They had quite a spat
The ax was a bat
And the first had a lump on his noggin
* Woggers are those who get all dressed for jogging, but only go at walking speed, while vigorously pumping their arms to delude themselves that they are jogging.
Categories:
logger, funny, humor, irony, pain,
Form: Limerick
Touch wood Baby! wish you a happy new year,
Blowing cheerful cacophony in your ear.
Fling aside the sadistic sorrow my dear,
Let us clear from your mind, the infertile fear.
Life is not a cuban cigar,
As time passes you wont wear,
So, stop the clarion cry that you are on sear.
A black suite with diamonds studded as they appear,
To heal it, bald sun works restlessly and he might retire,
Raise yourself there, as a glowing sapphire.
Set your standards farther, bigger and higher,
Insurrection against all odds, maketh you not to cower.
At logger heads dont stagnate as a fence sitter,
Decide once, move ahead, iron hearts never jitter.
Resusciate the bloodied life and place it safer,
Reinvigorate the mummified hope and make it merrier.
Prove your antagonists rants as a classic sattire.
Sunny days ahead, dont roam around without a nice attire,
As you will be noticed as a superstar of this year.
Raise the toast, once again, happy new year,
Nothing on earth could belittle our cheer.
Categories:
logger, faith, hope, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Just like football I am passionate for my team
When we score a goal the fans faces beam
Bellows from the stadium like a echo bouncing from the ball
When the other side score our echos gravely fall
Wild as Liverpool and Manchester fans are logger heads are go
Football is the game of England and not only a sporting show
Messi, Rooney, Ronaldo all stars of storming knights
Ladies standing aside with classy heels, skirts and tights
The scores flood people with excitement and fans up to their feet
Some say it’s a religion and some say it performs the heart to beat
Categories:
logger, devotion
Form: Rhyme
For external use only-
enter the dragon and the spore.
The mold.
Allergen and Alopecia.
enter the giant ceramic logger and the ballad of the
blown fuse.
This is the outtage of power
interim
buds begin to flower and birds breed where
apple blossoms shower on
the living pretense of
Astroturf.
Sweating now, the
father of the flame
the serf draws his kerchief from his shirt and
wipes his brow
raises his axe and slaughters the
pregnant sow.
The Universal Man by
Ted Davinci. or was it
Leonardo Kazinsky?
Categories:
logger, life
Form: Free verse
Ways, means?
My shopping list?
My billfold; my bank card?
There seems to be inadequacies’
somewhere.
Today
the sun is bright.
I need to cut my grass
but the sun is so bright today
I can’t.
from you
flows the sunshine
from you the wind is touch
from you runs the river of life
for me
fireworks
will fly and we
will rejoice at the end.
If the end comes and with it a
new start.
and Crocs,
Alligators,
Cotton-mouth water snakes,
and those large Logger-head turtles;
all bite.
Accept
this tone, this word
as it is printed here
and pass it along to the next
player.
Categories:
logger, life, sun,
Form: Cinquain