Long Worklife Poems
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I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long.
My memory disappears whenever things go wrong,
My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I.
And who were all the people that I did espy,
When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again.
Thank goodness my brother came along on his bike just then.
My mother came outside, and looked familiar so I followed her within.
I actually thought that I was normal, when I was very small.
They took my hand when I went out, so it mattered not at all.
Ingrained habits kept me in the yard, with my friends, and at their knee.
I was such a quiet thoughtful child, they were happy to let me be.
Who am I and where am I, became my quiet refrain.
But I didn’t worry because they always there to call my name.
My parents never caught on, no not once, never at all…
I actually acted like everyone else when I was very small.
I looked normal to others so alone I had to carry on.
Then I went to ballet class, I studied so very hard… for oh so long.
The day of the recital I lost it all in front all where I wanted to belong.
My mother thought it stage fright, and finally took me from the throng.
What good was it doing, she thought, if I did not want to learn the dance?
And then I realized to live my life I’d have to work hard for every chance.
And if I had an argument with a friend, it was over oh so fast.
For the stress made me forget and my life became recast.
So if they didn’t come around for a while I didn’t really care.
Because I would soon forget they had ever even been there.
Eventually they would come back and my memory would come back.
Then off we’d go to play again as I studied how to avoid another attack.
When asked what I wanted to play, I’d smile at them you see…
And they’d be happy as I said, “whatever you want is ok with me.”
But do not think to pity me for my stubbornness is truly limitless.
After 12 and ½ years in college… I became for 30 years, a true Chemist.
I raised a son and held my own in a world that couldn’t understand me.
But with all those bouts of confusion the world still became my cup of tea.
Quiet, stubborn, hiding my pain, and with lots of daily notes…
Lots of time spent studying ways around my problems, I would devote…
My family had no pity, just the charge to get out there with mankind.
And here I am successful at 58, now with poetry on my mind.
A little piece on reflections, and the quality of life...
A direct response to a nice popular article online...
Extolling prudence in the frantic pursuit of wealth..
Advocating timely respite to savour life's delights...
A timely reminder to all those hardworking parents..
Questioning the wisdom in letting our best years be barren...
Amassing huge wealth and assets for our loved ones ...
Most of us are caught in this endless pursuit of wealth..
We should question this blinkered vision of leaving so much...
Just for our children when soon depart from this world we must...
Working to the bone endlessly for all things better and bigger...
Just so we keep up and even do better than our rich neighbours..
To borrow a phrase, when will we actually wise up finally instead....
Do we let up only in sickness, from cancer or enlarged prostates...
All be aware, all be wise, life's delights are to be savoured..
Even as we prosper given the diligence with our working vigour...
Take time to smell the roses by the roadside and take in nature's wonders..
Doing so enrich our lives and our memories of a rich life lingers...
For in truth, all that material wealth is but fleeting in time...
We all need to be wise enough to balance our worklife in time...
So, take frequent breathers, draw anew fresh new air..
Work you must, provide all you can but learn to take care...
Your time on this earth is just but a brief passage in time..
Hope this little reminder helps you out in calling time...
Less the frantic chase for assets and wealth that's material...
Take time off, nuture good health to savor the fruits of your labor...
JUST TOO LATE
Five past five
Sign across the glass door states “Closed”.
At the adjacent store I had just left,
There were no more spools of whipcord
For the grass trimmer
Which I had bought too late in the season.
The grass was vigorous and green but seeded only
Three weeks earlier, in mid September.
Couldn’t seed it earlier
As the ground had to be re-soiled
After the construction of the freshly-roofed house.
Roof and walls of the house were
Only put in place in February, after a difficult winter.
Even though the house was started last year,
There had been delays with paperwork
For gas, electricity and water:
We should have started the paperwork two years earlier,
But were distracted by illness
And the need to buy an apartment in the city
As a fall-back investment
To cope with any unforeseen expenses with the house.
We bought the apartment following the starting
At a new job in this city,
After me quitting the previous job and moving house,
In order to be together at long last -
After our two legal separations were settled
Allowing us to marry.
That followed both our retirements
From long careers as professionals
And started us in this part-time worklife of teaching,
So completely different from the past:
Twenty five years in one office
Or fifteen years in some other production process.
Ten past five now, and I decide to come back
To the adjacent store tomorrow
And check to see if he has any more whipcord.
Got to get the grass cut - late, but
Before another difficult winter.
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I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.
A
single,
little bird,
is flying high
above a rainbow.
Even though it is small,
it believes that everything
can forever be accomplished.
No matter how hard the struggle,
it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it.
Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
Tainted Oilman Hayward, geologist-in-chief
Oddly opined amidst deep misery and grief
He said the oil spill would have a modest impact
Did not want the “small people” to over-react
Yachtsman saw a “tiny” leak in the “big ocean”
Wanted to stop the oil spill, without commotion
Did not grasp the urgency of the Gulf Coast plight
Until the president said you will “make it right”
Then, he agreed the spill caused “massive disruption”
Touched his own life, with a massive interruption
Frustrated Hayward said he wanted his life back
While oil spill victims tried to keep their lives on track
His self-serving words invoked disbelief and wrath
Spread swiftly and portended his demotion path
After facing lawmakers on Capitol Hill
Hayward flew to London for a yacht racing thrill
Gulf Coast residents became extremely upset
They could not relax while the oil was still a threat!
Rebuked and scorned in each befuddled Gulf Coast town
The embattled yachtsman was ordered to stand down
Hayward got his life back, in a timely fashion--
More free days to pursue his yacht racing passion
PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT MY POEM...I WANTED TO POST IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT'S
IMPORTANT. ANYONE WORKING IN INDUSTRY SHOULD SAVOUR IT'S CONTENS AND
SHARE SHARE SHARE IT!!!
I Chose to Look the Other Way.
I could have saved a life that day,
But I chose to look the other way.
It wasn't that I didn't care,
I had the time, and I was there.
But I didn't want to seem a fool,
Or argue over a safety rule.
I knew he'd done the job before,
If I spoke up, he might get sore.
The chances didn't seem that bad,
I'd done the same, he knew I had.
So I shook my head and walked by,
He knew the risks as well as I.
He took the chance, I closed an eye,
And with that act, I let him die.
I could have saved a life that day,
But I chose to look the other way.
Now every time I see his wife,
I'll know I should have saved his life.
That guilt is something I must bear,
But it isn't something you need share.
If you see a risk that others take,
That puts their health or life at stake,
The question asked, or thing you say,
Could help them live another day.
Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
This preposterous plague of sadness
Prohibiting my pleasures
Dictating the dose strength of my badness
In its self-contradictory unbalanced measures
Do we have to live this way?...
We suppose to have an equal balance of choices…
In life
Not a spunkless ride on an emotionally, impetuous,
Inconsolable, nagging wife
Or numbed in a repetitive dull pointless job
In the pursuit of happiness being over worked under paid
While the credit crunch rides cataclysmic waves and we say “No Prob”
Can’t even come home and release the stress, oversexed under laid
The morbid thought of attaining lottery success
Just so we can shaft the misses and work place
I suppose those that have is bliss I must confess
To pull down your pants, bend over and say “in your face”
Hmmmm
The Hebetudinous life slipping away,
With the tick tock of the clock
Killing me every disgruntling second,
Of every bloody hour of every day
My poetry is mainly inspired
by full music sounds and lyrics,
lifting my soul when I'm tired,
easing mental twisted mind tricks.
The sound comes with the ear kicks,
and constant on going in flow
my spirit begins to feel mix
lifting me up when I be low.
Imagination spins in slow
gears shift tracks flip life rearranges,
till its unimportant to know,
all the moves and all the changes.
Pain subsides and then estranges
both page and note sprint rushing through,
harmony melody ranges,
song marks the paper into,
the moment of creation due,
due to creation's press to leave,
God like structures birth to anew
my rhymes enter life to receive,
to become life itself! BELIEVE,
Everything has been created
not to lie or else to deceive,
but to unlock those still jaded,
sick not knowing hating hated,
that its there gift now to create,
not for A's or contests rated,
life's circle calling us to bait,
more people in creation wait,
not finding more inspiration.
not inspired by creative's trait
not knowing natural elevation.
Day after day same monotonous routines
Work and more work is that all it means
From this moment onwards until I'm old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold
Depressed and lifeless beyond belief
I'll be frail and old before I find relief
Tired and bleary and eyes like lead
Thinking, can it be any worse if I was dead
Where there are no more worries or heartache
But I have to struggle with life, for my family's sake
So similar are the days, they all seem hazy
Another 50 odd years left, I can see myself going crazy
I want to sleep for an eternity. And wake up refreshed
Ready to take on the years that are left
But that dream I'll have to wait for, for when I'm in my grave
Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll crave
But where there is a will ... I'll find a way
I will battle up life's hill. Day after day
Like many who have come and gone before me,
I will survive and succeed, just wait... you'll see
Being average is not enough for a reward,
resolve to do better and be a champion...
someone moving forward, not going backward;
keep your focus on resolution, don't lose direction.
If I had done that, I would have a fewer regrets,
been more confident and enjoyed life more as the true achievers;
are the deligent ones ever influenced by dissidence?
No, they're strong-minded and take great risks without dilemmas!
I would have been much happier, stronger and healthier,
if I had diverged and taken another path...
by not listening to those voices of dissuasion that
increased my distraught, throwing me into disorder.
I have learned as others have and defeating my plans,
I conquered nobody or nothing and nearly ceased to exist...
I couldn't give or feel joy as my outlook on life was the worst;
today, I'm resolving to do better by not forfeiting my chances.