Long Workaholics Poems

The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of 
busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, 
Chasing the note they never designed to decimate 
ownership.

The...

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It’s unfortunate that we are living past the age of romanticism. It’s as if in our busy lives we don’t have time to make time to let moments intertwine. We are workaholics and hedonist who...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by – can’t interrupt their plans.

Outside, a lonely busker tries hard...

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Poem for Workaholics 


How boring will be work ?
If you don't at all shirk!
Have no time for friends?
You go out of trends!

Work is worship!
A karmic ship!
Earns you living 
With great zing,
Talents explore
To fame galore,
Head and...

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Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.

In seminars for...

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The Song Of  A Poet
(Dedicated To Amirah Akilu)

The song of the rain 
Preaching us to farm
And be workaholics!

The song from the stream
Administer us to refresh our life
For being good and aesthetic!

The song voices by...

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Annoying Annalise does whatever she can to bother her class.
Smoke and mirror she uses are loud, annoying, and a little crass.
Her teacher is beyond knowing exactly what to do.
Annalise has been bothering people since the...

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It’s not hard work that kills a man,
But overwork shortens lifespan.
Indolence also does the same,
No work sure makes a person lame.

Many, in order to gain clout,
Work so hard, they wear themselves out.
Taking regular time to...

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Daddy’s a workaholic...
But what about the hospital stay... the loss of blood,
his ashen dignity
Slight prate about moving into a veteran’s home

Only in his young eighty’s
Workaholics don’t quit
Laboring healthward

So the tiller cranks for cultivating
and the garden...

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