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Shirley is in constant pain, but she does not take it out on anyone.
Only her closest friends know – the two closest friends.
She does not burden others with her ailment.
She is pleasant throughout the day, ignoring her pain.
She does not take pain pills because they knock her out.
She has a full-time job that she loves, so she keeps going.
Her co-workers would be startled to learn of her pain.
Her boss also has no idea.
Marvel is in constant pain. She is grouchy and mean.
To her family, her neighbors and people in the grocery store.
She snaps, complains and grouses most of her day.
She wants others to be as miserable as she is.
She cannot keep a job because of her choices.
She chooses to be nasty and mean.
She can be cruel.
She has no boss, and no friends.
Two women with the same ailment.
Handling it in their own unique way.
I know this amazing lady
Her high heels, made of steel
A fraction, she can solve it
Diffusing the ordeal
Either you love her or despise
There is no common ground
She's frank with good intention
A sweet or bitter sound
She adopted me when we met
Took me under her wing
Puberty was an evil time
A calmness, she would bring
We're growing older as people do
She helps me to understand
I can survive the ugliest storm
Even one not planned
She asks me how I feel
Listens intently to my reply
Doing all she can
To ensure that I fly high
People like her come seldom
She is an angel in disguise
Guarding my evil surroundings
Quieting my cries
3 children of her own
Full time job and trying times
But when I need her gentle words
It seems, her troubles all align
I see her there in our backyard,
Pushing our youngest on the swing,
Were it just six short months ago
She would’ve been my everything.
Back before I could understand,
Before the scales fell from my eyes,
Before the truth of our marriage
I did come to realize.
Six months ago I was working
for an architectural firm,
we were making big skyscrapers,
plentiful money did I earn.
But then a big client left us,
and the money became real tight,
me and eight others were laid off
after that nothing did go right.
At first Monica was smiles,
“You’ll find another job, you’ll see,"
but the market wasn’t that great
so things didn’t go that smoothly.
The first interview went nowhere,
she said,”You will get on in time.”
The second ended just the same,
she said,”Well something you will find.”
After two months the support waned
and annoyance came to her eyes,
so I did part-time in fast-food
to bring in some cash on the side.
I thought this would make her happy,
it was money and it was work,
she just snarked,”Yes, all little girls
dream of marrying fast-food clerks.”
After that it seemed every night
she would give me a snide comment,
until the first fight erupted
that she purposely did foment.
Every night was the same refrain,
how I had fallen short and failed,
every day I pounded pavement,
but it seemed to no avail.
Before long I slept on the couch,
and all chance of sex was gone,
she couldn’t look at me without
implying that I had done wrong.
The damnable thing about it
was that my wife herself did work!
We had no danger of starving,
but she still made every day hurt.
I even caught her late one night
flirting with some ex online,
she just shrugged,”At least Danny still
Is getting paid for his time.”
At this point, five trying months in,
when It seemed my life would be robbed,
a rival firm gave me a call,
then offered me a full-time job.
It didn’t pay quite like the last,
but I was making ample coin,
that night we did have sex three times,
Monica no longer looked annoyed.
At first I was glad just to work,
grateful to cover all my costs,
but as the weeks went flying by
something continued to feel off...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Sugar love
Only your love
Makes me feel nice
For your love I will always be your man
I will always be the joy you deserve
Only your love
Makes me feel peace
For your love I will travel miles
I will be up to date
I will never leave you cold
With your love
Life is worth living
Sugar love
When you say you love me
My heart is always joyful
I have never seen a woman like you
So kind so nice so beautiful
With a lovely soul
What more do I need
So for your love I will always be your man
I will travel miles to be with you
I will never leave you cold
Cos you are the true love of my life
Sugar love
If loving you everyday
Is a duty
I will make it a full time job
Cos an angel like you is so rare
You must be the answer I ever wished for
Am happy to know a queen with a heart of gold
What more can life offer a man like me
You are all I ever wish never to let go
Cos your love is worth more than
Diamonds and golds
You are a precious being
The queen of my kind
So if loving you is a duty
Employ me for life
When I began the journey, fifty odd years ago
to become a parent
There were no books or journals then
to guide this experiment
It's mostly based on mentorship
each of us has gained
Often full of potholes
mistakes we have obtained
So when I look in hindsight
not having skills required
Had parenting been my full time job
I would surely have been fired
But life provides us
with a chance to make amends
To bless with love my children
and treat them as my friends
There is no doubt challenges
existing on the way
Some families face adversity
every single day
Sometimes it seems
that life is back to front
The wisdom that we need when young
arrives when ageing fills our wont
To be a grandparent prior to parenting
would elicit a necessary skill
To raise five children, share more prudence
to a loving life, which they can then fulfil
When I was at the pit of depression
Could not stop stressin’ to myself
And I was so upset that
I was not yet a success and
I counted no blessings
And since life was a process of withering
Life was death, and not worth living in
Meanwhile I’m harassed with absurd slurs
Crushed by hurled disturbing words
Blurred into one hurtful whirl stirred into this girl
Loathing, floating in my own coating
Of swirling self-pity, until I go dizzy
And the drugs didn’t motivate me
And neither did the therapy
This is the depths, simultaneously the canopy
What merits me to inherit this unbearable insanity?
But I was alive, even if it was like a full time job,
I survived, my soul evolved
My life wouldn’t end unresolved
Here we are
And I’m glad that I stuck through
One must feel stuck in a cocoon
To break through as a butterfly
And see the rainbow
At the end of the typhoon
What changed?
I didn’t give up
I scoured medications and treatments
Like gold being struck
In a dark, dark mine of lesions
In patient therapy
Programs specifically for OCD,
MDD, ADD, anxiety, apparently
I had autism too–
No wonder I never felt free
Socialized with new friends
And spent more time mobilized
Ate a little better, slept sounder
In a new bed and
Found some enjoyment
In listening to boom bap CDs
Turns out there’s plenty of fish
I’d never seen in the sea
These simple things can be so moving
The butterfly effect of a mood improvement
So, please, I was there too
Never give up, but joy won’t find you
You have to search for it
Again and again
I know it evades,
But someday,
Even if it seems like the end,
Sooner or later,
That end ends instead.
When a man retires from working life,
That’s when a full-time job gets his wife.
The job of a day’s time
Rewarding rare a dime,
And as perks— life on edge rife with strife!
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When I wrote this I wondered why it took me15 long years to pen a small ditty like this. But it is hard on men to confess truth. I’m sure all suffering spouses must be feeling somewhat like this. Yet, to be fair on me, I get all along solid firing from the new boss— much more than I might have received all of working career.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 01.05.15 |
He was an unpopular celebrity who enjoyed his liquid food
Acting weirdly normal when he was in a happy mood
He’d been on a heavy diet and was eating lots of jumbo shrimp
They were disgustingly delicious with hot chili and on his diet he won't skimp
His stomach was growing smaller and now looked awfully pretty
I hear his dieting was an open secret and not virtual reality
Once a star of film and stage he could stand out in a small crowd
His face was pretty ugly but his quiet presence was quite loud
This was his goodbye reception for he was now a failing star
Now his full time job in his retirement is propping up the bar!
08~20~16
Contest - Oxymoronic Obsession Sponsored by David Lindsay
Stanza 1 unpopular celebrity, liquid food, weirdly normal. happy mood
Stanza 2 heavy diet, jumbo shrimp. disgustingly delicious, hot chili
Stanza 3 growing smaller. open secret, virtual reality, awfully pretty
Stanza 4 small crowd, pretty ugly,
Stanza 5 goodbye reception, failing star, full time job in his retirement
Being a mum is a full-time job,
A role that never ends.
A love without measure ,
Purley it transcends.
From sleepless nights to endless days.
The work is never done.
But the joy you feel, inside ignites
Is worth it, every one.
My child , you taught me more ,
than I ever believed could learn
changing growing , discovering
A gift I did not earn
A priceless feeling such as this
It Cannot be bought , your in every decision
In every dream , and you are my every thought
So here's to all the mums out there,
Who work so hard , no play
Your love and dedication,
Is appreciated each day
I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over the years since,
I’ve had many terms of employment,
Both full and part-time.
My part-time jobs have included
Hanging wallpaper and painting houses.
Building stockade style fences.
Landscaping and more landscaping.
Cleaning commercial kitchen exhaust hoods.
I’ve been a receptionist at yoga studios,
A registered yoga instructor,
A certified personal trainer,
A high school cross country,
Wrestling, and track & field coach.
I’ve been a substitute teacher
At every grade level, K-12.
I’ve also been a supervisor of
Student teachers earning their
Master’s degrees in education.
Most recently, I work as a museum docent.
My full-time jobs have included
Bartender in a low-life country dive.
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
Laborer in a garment factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
A refrigerated trailer factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
And a lamp factory.
(It was too hot to drink anything but water on the job.)
I’ve engraved gift items in a mall kiosk.
Yes, I drank on the job.
I’ve worked at a day camp for disabled adults
And was a resident advisor in a facility
For profoundly disabled adults.
I’ve been a public-school custodian,
And a teacher of high school history and sociology,
My longest tenure at any job, by far.
My final full-time job
Was as a maintenance superintendent
In a seventy-building garden apartment complex.
I’ve also been a writer of fiction
Who draws from experience
Attempting to fashion a plausible tale.