Long Workers Poems
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Bees are such busy workers
They collect pollens and nectars
For their food at beehives
Because of to much work the whole day
They sometimes sleep in flowers' petal
In the morning when they wake up they goes
Back to beehives with their pollens and nectars
Pollens are best source of protein for bees
Bees has short live lifespan
If they are going to die, they die outside beehives
So they will not be a liability to others about their corpse
Nature may not survive without bees
They are the courier of pollination
I wonder if bees are not present in environment
We can't see flowers, we can't see fruits
We can't see vegetables and other flowering plants
Bees are integral parts of human and nature existence.
Work Angst
I wished I had not revealed that part of me
Of who I am, and what feeds my irritability.
Co-workers are so cold and calculating.
They want to see you gone, they think you are acting.
I know that I have my rights and they discriminate.
They also can "find" reasons; to fuel their hate.
They can't fire me; up and down is who I am.
Finding "other reasons" to fire me, they will; if they can.
Stress and depression is my working enemy.
Everyday I wish wasn't so depressing.
This emotion is the revealed part of my life.
Depression is hard, and continues to cause strife.
Children bring such joy but must be minded,
bus staff never let them be blind sided,
at end of shift do a careful sweep,
in every spot well within your keep,
an owner has so many legal duties,
to watch over Mum and Dad’s beauties,
public transport workers never stray,
it could be your offspring one day,
heed the cry of every distraught parent,
their pain is always real not apparent,
kids are cute they really love to wander,
like other human beings prone to blunder,
put yourself in their shoes for one moment,
being stranded such a feeling potent,
they are not to know when this will end,
a simple rescue might just help them mend,
how could it be beyond us adults now,
to make this solemn pledge an instant vow,
let us adults craft a detailed search,
the very young will thank us very much
For a century and more
the socialist drumbeat and march
Workers of the world unite
no more capitalist oligarchs
Bloody Soviet-style communism under Vladimir Lenin
gave way to mass murderer, Iosif Stalin
The Weimar Republic fell before ‘enlightened socialism’
swiftly changing to jack-booted Nazi fascism
Cuba’s revolution, North Korea’s, the Viet Cong’s
O, Civilization, where has the world gone wrong
Today we see misery in Venezuela, Pakistan and Iran
Repeating the tragedy of China’s Mao Zedong
For a century and more, the socialist drumbeat and march
food deserts abounding, humanity’s throats dry and parched
he was there just like before
my mind wandered
as he gazed
out the window
as traffic approached
he opened his jacket
retrieving a pack of cigarettes
Winston's his favorite brand
he would tap the butt
on the table top
suddenly he took out a match book
revealing the red stick
igniting the tobacco flashes before me
as screams evolved my space
a man a match a blaze
my eyes wide shut
as he controlled the town with his
hands sirens sounded amidst
mayhem chaos and confusion
he had killed again
forcing me to witness
his wrath once more
one man one match one blaze
he had captured me now
there was no turning back
this I knew full well
he would end my life
why if I ever tell
why that would be revealing hell
suddenly his eyes turn to coal black
the darkness covered the diner
as men played pool gathering sticks
and cubes my mind wandered
my eyes watching the match
meanwhile the gravity began to pull me
from a standing position leaning
against a bathroom stall
i had heard the plot the plans
the wretchid toiling of souls
thee arsonist drooled over pages
blue prints and eviction notices
that read code enforcement
his finger tips were thick full of fungus
i arose from a stand still when he announced
the demolision of a rotten hotel
claiming his insurance taxes
surely the tenants would pay dearly
on this autumn day he collected dynamite
copper wires and lot's of mud and puddy
destruction would occur from a single match
souls began to reach for me one by one
the counting of 8 lives to perrish on this date
fearless he approached the workers you you and him
i remember thinking oh how grim
one man sitting with two eyes of dark coals
one man one match 8 souls
The illusion
In a small park ringed by gloomy trees near where the factories used to be, was the bust of a man on a splint
made of bronze, a mesen, she liked to use words like
that in a desperate world of poverty, tinned sardines
in olive oil and mackerel in tomato sauce
The Mesen who owned the factories had created this
park for his workers, where they could sit and relax on Saturday afternoons.
The whole day on Sundays, otherwise the park shuts
during weekdays; that made sense, one could not have workers there on days of work
A boy climbed the fence and drowned in a dam of algae
The park, among damp factory walls, was eradicated.
The foul-smelling factories disappeared as well; the time
had changed, people could buy cheaper tinned stuff from Portugal
When pockets of oil deep under the North Sea
A country was suddenly rich, and people built modern housing where the factories stood.
No one in a town like ours talks about the good old days.
First comes orientation, so long and annoying!
From HIPPA to OSHA oh, how boring.
My first night, I made a mistake!
Oh, how I wish I would win a sweepstake!
The second night went by..
I hope no mistakes were found; sigh..
Tonight is my third, so far; so good.
I think I have done, all that I should.
My new co-workers just stare at me..
I'm not sure whether I should stay or flee!
I will try to be amicable, come what may.
No one says much, probably gambling if I'll go or stay.
My paranoia would suggest, to my mind..
That they are gossiping from behind!
Several days go on, I don't know if I can cope.
I made another mistake, in a corner I want to mope.
Oh well, I will do the best that I am..
I guess if I do not, I will be canned!
RESPECT :
If we take examples of respect from our every day life like Teachers,
Only those teachers get proper respect from their students
Who have strong communication skills,and having grip on their learning and teaching skills.
If we take Example of Students,
Only those students who get great scores ,take keen interest in their studies ,ambitious,Courageous and capability to achieve their tasks are well respected and loved by teachers.
If we take the example of office workers,
Only those staff member who have great working skills,who obey orders of management,And do every work on time are respected by management.
If we take example of office management,
Only those officers who have strong management skills,task making or giving capabilities,complete projects on time,strong professional skills,strong decision making power are well respected by office staff.
Respects people’s Feelings .Even if it doesnot mean anything to you it could mean every thing to them.
I have no tolerance for boys who disrespect women
There will be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected,
Always Pick Being Respected ,that love without respect was always Fleeting.
But that respect could grow into Real Ever Lasting Love .
It’s a Islamic value or Moral Value:
All person get respect in that case ,when they give respect to their elders properly and show kindness and love to their youngers.
If a person wana get respect from others,he should respect the rights of other person first.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
it's the economy that has taken a major hit
where that paycheck you now receive ain't worth spit
between the bills, the kids, the Metro cards and trying to pay that high rent
your money is gone before you have a chance to see one red cent
it's the economy and what the politicians now are trying to do
is to strip the unions of their rights which will effect me and you
without collective bargaining the workers will lose their power and edge
and those in high positions of power are trying to push us off the ledge
it's the economy that has caused the loss of so many jobs
yet the big banks towards the little people they continue to rob
the government bailed them out when they would have closed their doors
yet they never dispersed any of the money that they had pleaded for
creative accounting, dirivatives, hedge funds and ponzi schemes
it's no wonder that the economy has fallen apart at the seams
President Obama is trying to do the best that he can
but those darn Republicans continue to tie up his hands
it's the economy and hopefully one day it will improve
but if it don't from this country i might have to move
" New World
Corvid heard, Health officials
Social distancing guidance issues
Corvid dismissal
Schools what
No longer taught
Everyone doesn't have internet
Work places still reject
Keep away 6 feet and yet
Restaurants and bars no smoking here
Can't sit next to me I don't drink beer
Childcare workers day cares can house under 10 children Parents train your child just to stop sneezing and breathing Wash them hands coughing in arm inside your elbow
Mass transit no thank you I'm going to walk
No more fist bumps no friends for lunch
6 feet distance 6 ft apart health of officials help us not
Just what is monies figurative materialistic allowances
For providing services and material things there's pains
And pangs in sufferings deaths throughout the lands
Sinners, Saints, Politicians, Medical, Religious leaders
of provided hope no long-suffering stepping aside Corvid New World Order"