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We live in the Patch, our own little town
Got a grocery store and three bars
We got a row of shanties, company owned
Ain’t got much space to park our cars
Yous guys got it made so don’t be complainin’
Workin’ out in all that sunshine
We gotta load 16 tons to make a livin’
Can’t breathe too good down in the mine.
We ain’t doin’ too bad from pay to pay
Barely make the bills and no damn more
Ernie was right when he sang that song
About owin’ our soul to the company store.
Got me a couple of kids and a good woman
Wednesday afternoon and Sundays I get some rest
Not much pay, but a honest days work
Livin’ in America, we sure are blessed.
Billy was hurt over in number eleven
Ain’t gonna make it in to work today
Gotta stop over and see him before I go in
Check on his kids, make sure they’re okay
Gotta get goin’ now, give me a hug
Gonna stop for a few on my way home too
Take Billy over some of your fried chicken
Ask Mary if there’s anything else we can do.
Livin’ in the Patch, not much changes
Got good neighbors and a place to lay your head
Work hard, play hard and damn proud of it
We sleep pretty good when we go to bed.
Standing on a hill of Jezreel,
Watching growing corn in the field,
Listens she does to the birds’ song
And to the trilling crickets’ chirp.
The sun now pass the most far hills
Means the days’ work is over and done.
Soon the night guard will shut city gates
And all eyes will yield to the dark.
By music of the spirit of silence,
The visions of rest are made to dance.
Then in the middle of the darkest night,
She arises from slumber and the bed,
And leaves the sweet relaxing visions
She had waltzing through her head.
Laying aside all her night garments,
Off she runs to her nightly chore.
Running around the corn they planted,
Makes her sacred circle ‘bout the field.
Magic footsteps giving blessing
By her dance and dark undressing.
Soon passed the summer season
And away went her warmest sigh.
Corn in green and golden garments,
Stood in ripened splendor gleaming.
With its emerald sheaths bursting,
Send its gold rays into the sky.
To the harvest come young maidens,
To strip the ears of their garments,
Laughing under the spreading trees,
They sing the blessings of Jezreel.
It's over
like staying up all night waiting for the perfect sunset only to be ruined by the rain that pours
all over it.
the delightful song
of my cellphone is dormant
Or
possibly in a coma
Exhuasted from the back and forth texting we implored on it.
compulsively I pop open the samsung like a fish peeking above the surface
hoping to find something that sustains, or makes us feel that we have a purpose
but it's over
It was glorious while it lasted
Like a monarch butterfly taking flight, painting the sky with an auburn fire
I was your phoenix...
But I was unable to be reborn for you
I wish you knew.... what an incredible impact you've made on my life
You are my muse
Everything that I works towards... is for you
My life currently was not made for two
No you.
No late night fights that end in slammed phones or apologetic desires for passion
so I recognize that it's over
and that I have a lot of growing up and sacrifice to do.
Goodbye friend, How dearly I shall miss you
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Life After A Double Shift
Finishing a double shift
The sun set hours ago
The TV has nothing to watch
My friends have to be doing something
I don’t want to be alone
Sleep is going to be nonexistent
I have too much energy to wind down
A cab has been called
When it arrives I will go to the bar
Not just any bar
The one where I am well known
The one where my friends hang out
It is late
The bars close at two
Every tick of the clock takes time away
Limits the fun that I can have
A couple drinks
The hot blonde at the end of the bar
Will I have the time?
Do I have that amount of luck?
The cab door opens when the bar is in sight
My friends are standing outside
One has his arm around the blonde I was hoping to meet
I look at the clock in the town square
Squinting my eyes I have to make sure
The clock says 2:01
The time and a half was not worth it
A $23.00 fare for nothing
But that is my luck
Damn luck
Wow! As we would colloquially put it,
You are really one man of grit!
You seem to be the only guy
Who’s got no time even to cry.
Just imagine, in a day
Everyone wants to know your say.
You’ve got to speak, you’ve got to write –
Are you the only one who’s very bright?
And you’ve got to be present everywhere
Especially when your boss’s there.
In a jiffy you’ve got to speak
Why is that you tend to squeak?
Legal matters, contracts, too,
Inquiries, finance - are statements true?
Then open files and through them pore;
Are there skeletons behind the door?
God help me! I’ve erased a file,
Tensions rampant, vanish’d’s the smile.
Oh Lord Almighty, let me out of this mess,
A real tough job – I do confess!
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Just a day in my life,
So there I was, after being at home for a year
stepping into a community centre
With no experience, just my wit and big mouth
from being a secretary, a position of project coordinator was created
so little me, could hone my skills…
The most rewarding part would have to be
The privilege of working with abused women
their stories were scary,
sometimes crying with them seemed to be the best option
To comfort them, words were never enough
but in the end they stepped out,
Some went back into the situation,
While others who stayed strong became the success stories,
My sincere hope is that those that went back, have been empowered to know
That it’s not supposed to be that way...
Contest: The Work You Do
Placed: 3rd
Ardent passion of going high,
Desire to touch the illusion of sky,
Tempted to earn fame and name ,
Restless effort to reach the aim,
All led to a point of commitment
To earn wealth to uttermost extent,
Where, each success enhances thirst.
Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,
When one forgets to celebrate present success,
Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress,
Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,
Though, he reaches his goal after all,
He is in discontentment and melancholy,
Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.
He finds himself in a darkness of agitation,
The rivalry of growth and competition.
Within the roar of glory of success,
Receiving compliments and praises,
His peace-less surroundings remind,
His true happiness is left behind.
I used to be in the Royal Navy
Until I realised it was not for me
So I headed back up north
To the country where I love to be
I joined an automotive parts company
Moving to trucks and trailers alone
Then suddenly we were made redundant
At a young age into the unknown
But seek and ye shall find
It was in January 1981
When I joined a local tools company
Unemployment I had on the run
I have been with my present company
Golly! it's now over eighteen years
From Engineering to Aquaculture
An enjoyable move in my working career
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The triumphant South Paw (lefty)
I wanted to use my artistic bent
To a world renowned manufacturer I was then sent
"I want to paint your plates and other things
And learn how to put on the pretty golden rings."
“Hold up your hands, tell me which do you use?”
“Why I’m left handed, I don’t get to choose”
"Oh no" you leave now, you leave from this place
We don’t have left-handers here you are a disgrace."
I held up my hands abashed and in shock
This evil thing of mine was the means of the chop
"No said I, I will not be beat."
"Take me to the head boss, and I will compete."
She marched me in and told him my shame,
"She’s no good to us she’s a lefty, she will be lame."
I held back the tears and said "Look I can do this."
"Just give me a chance please don’t me dismiss."
He picked up his pen and started to write,
He was left-handed too I saw to my delight.
"Give her a chance if she can’t do it she’s out."
He winked at me and said “You’ll show them I don’t doubt.”
“But everything is set up for the right-handed crowd.
Speed is of the essence so lefties aren’t’ allowed."
They took me to the interview and started the wheel
I said no “I’ll do it my way, so I get the feel.”
“You are doing it wrong, that’s going the wrong way”
“Hey you, I’m a lefty and this is OUR day."
I won, I succeeded, and I was the fastest in the shop.
My wage was enormous; I was not for the chop.
Ever since that day there are left-handers there
They now provide lefty’s proper table’s wheels and chairs
This is a true story, no left-handers were alowed because it was paid peacework and evrey things was set up for right handers. There was also a thought that left handers could not do it anyway. I not only proved it in the decorating deparment but in other departments as well and now they set things up for both left and right.
What’s on your mind today: Do Tell? #2
Binders full of women; where? what is the price?
Governor that is so nice
Was it the pioneer women? "No
It's the women from Massachusetts
Not the pioneer women
who feed the hogs?
Attend to the children
And fed the chickens
But the modern women who attend
Harvard, Princeton, Yale and Cornell
Prestige Colleges and Universities
A binder full of educated women
Mr.R you would have been better off saying
I am going to give a voice to all women
Whose experiences might otherwise have been overlooked?
My Administration new passed word from now on is going
to be"Ladies First"
Pulled up your bumper babies
Vote for me.
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