Long Job Poems
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what’s the bloodiest, the goriest
it’s what they’re really hoping for
but bread and butter routine falls
uninjured, aging vulnerables
just needing putting back to bed
or in their chair, their blanket days
with smiles as they’re left alone
strong but crying inwardly
the cold and lonely prison home
we drive away hoping that
someone will check up on them
and after shift when we’re in bed
thinking are they still there sat
where we left them hours past
have they eaten, have they ‘been’
that’s the toughness no-one sees
or wants to hear or gives a damn
or interested when they ask
what’s the worst call that you had
my days used to be numbered off in minutes
not of my own choosing, but in time with my job
since it was a forty- minute drive each way,
I elected to get there two hours early,
making my work days stretch to ten hours rather than eight
I had never taken nine sick days in one month before
and I had worked all of my life,
this was horrifying, and embarrassing
God had turned the clock into my enemy
these numbers persuaded me to give up my job at age seventy-two
I gave them six-month’s notice and felt guilty abandoning them
unaware that I had been abandoning the real me.
these days numbers mean zilch to me
I can stay up all night and play
no one cares if I go to bed at four o’clock
or take two naps
My dogs are overjoyed to have me here;
we take naps as a sandwich, me in the middle
I have never felt this relaxed or loved
God knew what He was doing, making me so sick
that I knew I had to give up a job, to get a life.
Well my Skinbob,had an employment trial,in which we think ok
she got another callback,a chance to earn more pay
she really is a grafter,and manors so polite
i think the boss should take her on, a decision will be right.
It will make a differance,in our everyday life
and we can save for the day,when she can be my wife.
With my disability,i would stay at home
to do the cooking and the chors,a chance to be alone
We have never been apart for long, in all our time together
but, it will prove,i think will bond the strenghth forever
although we feel this way already, a chance to stretch our wings
and no scrimping or scraping to whatever brings.
The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document
Homekey fraud
Interpreted in California as economy
Unemployed printers?
City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds
and ink press powers
In time observation
Of collection is willing
Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom
Obstructing journalism
Very literal
The homeless point at and time move
Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals
Out the house dodge
Grades good bye byes
New On The Job
Nightmare and anxiety seems to steal away the rest you need
Those with seniority rub in the fact that their taking the lead
Asking for help is burdensome to those in a very high position
Any good you accomplish being the newbie goes unmentioned
The first day takes you back to grade school with all eyes on you
Everybody scoping you out and wondering if you know what to do
That feeling of making a mistake and being the center of attention
Facing the ones who's been there a while with a cocky disposition
Being new on the job has a very annoying feeling attached to it
You don't know who to trust, who to talk to or even if you blew it
You're striving to gain the
approval and appreciation of your boss
Hoping he would have sympathy for you at times when you're lost
It's always unclear as to how long it would take to learn the ropes
There isn't anyone who doesn't start a new job with the feeling of high hopes
The first couple of days send you home and your joy is robbed
This all comes with the territory of being new on the job
The Truth About Job
Job
On the theme of God knowing it all
He was talking with the Adversary way after the Fall
They seem to be close and made a bet
I have an idea, said Adversary, let’s Job vet.
And so these two, what disasters they’d bring,
If from Job, they took everything.
A wager, a bet. How human this god be
Not knowing whether Job would defy or plea.
But wait, that problem again does arise,
This does not show God as being too wise.
He did not know what Job would think?
Is this a God on the very brink
Of being less than all knowing
And not understanding whether Job would be bowing?
And with all that, at the very end
Job loses all but refuses to bend
His love for this Deity who took away all,
His belief that his God still stood tall.
But wait, there’s more, throughout all this
All Job asked was, “How was I remiss?”
And then the Lord deemed to say
How dare you, Job, question my way?
Where are you when I create?
Can you ocean and storm abate?
As poor an answer as I’ve ever heard.
God has acted like a turd.
He tortured Job on a lark
As a response to the Adversary’s bark.
Apologists will tell you, but God returned it all.
This is a god with tremendous gall.
Killing his children then giving him more,
Still makes God rotten down to His core.
The loss of a child is never relieved
And again, this Deity simply deceived
Job.
Furtive, I would slip away
any poor excuse
would do, make my way
across the lawn
into building twenty-two
Secretive and circuitous
I took an odd and winding
route... While bustling
they had no time
to wonder what
I was about
Far removed from
fluorescent gleam
conveyor belts and
machinery-
a soft-lit, silent
posh retreat
damask-lined walls
with greenery
Oddly placed
within the building
inconvenient
(so they said)
a glorious refuge
for an introvert
a quiet space to
clear my head
Oh, the job had
the usual “benefits”
health, vision, and 401K
and that was all just
fine and dandy
great and A-okay...
We even had
our own mini fridge
to store our food
as bitter drama
had ensued over
brown-bag bandits
(in days past)
We even had our very own
stereo to blast
And the HR lady
gave me the run-down
my first day
all the benefits
and perks
but I must say...
she left one out-
No doubt, the loveliest
perk of all
was that elegant
public restroom
in PR, (so fancy
without stalls)
hands-down the very best
job “benefit” of all!
___
Memories of my old job... where, evidently, a fancy restroom was the highlight of my career! ;D
The raw innocence of a first job interview
I'm sitting at a McDonald's
writing a poem. I save it.
My interest is piqued,
at a young lad interviewing
for his first job, presumably.
At first I see him dressed in shorts,
plain white t-shirt, and
slippers, and I then think of his
mistaken attire. He kept twitching his
nervous knees as the manager
looked over his application.
The raw innocence. There's
an exchange of dialogue. But then
I could see that the interview
turned into an orientation,
even laughter at times. So I
knew the young lad had his
foot in the door. Great. During
this time a smiling women catches
my eye. She's probably thinking
why I'm watching so intently at the
interview. She keeps looking
over at the interview, too.
I didn't put two and two together
until later. The raw innocence
of a mother looking on as her
cub leaves the lair.
connie pachecho
1/26/17
Such a yearning in my heart to find a one
No, find the one
With the appropriate prerequisites
The right experience
The proper internships to complete my externship
The perfect applicant
Just right for the job
After many interviews and several orientations
I was able to convince myself you didn’t exist
Until…
That long conversation we had on that night off
I didn’t know what it was
Maybe it was your voice
Or maybe your laugh
All I know- is that at that moment,
The idea of the perfect applicant,
No, employee, rushed back into my mind
You may possibly know this, but I’ve never told you
So I guess now is the best time
Your cosmic beauty and your angelic sound waves
Bring my black hole to the brink of bewilderment
You send my mind on expeditions to another galaxy
Yet, like the roots of the oak tree, you are so grounded
You know not how you have impacted my life
At times, you fill me with the vivacity that I thought I could only find in the fiction
paperbacks
I live in awe with you
And like I said, you may not know,
So simply put…
I’m feeling you
I wake up in consternation, it is a day off.
No schedule, no paperwork, no boss.
I smile as this statement amuses me.
I have a boss, but she is totally not bossy.
She is delicate with me, possibly because I am the old one here.
Unless you count the nurse and the secretary. We three are the token crones.
“Caren, would you…”
“Yes, I would love to!”
This is how our banter goes, and not daily, maybe
Once every month or so. I adore having her for a boss, adore it!
I am sure this is because she is a delight, and so am I.
I do not think it is because my personnel file downtown is a foot thick.
I do think on the cover in huge black magic marker it says
“Do not be fooled by her unassuming old lady look. She is a barracuda.”
I know my rights, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have the union president on speed dial.
I may be one of the few to send her a yearly Christmas pony.
Being a Caren advocate was unnatural,
But being a child-advocate has taught me how to advocate for everyone
Including me. I reach for my pen, recognizing my mantra, and a new poem.