Long Workmen Poems

I have always wanted something wonderful out of life
But my mother said there is always a price
It has nothing to do with land, money or property 
Someone has always been there for me and I...

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The most famous luxurious passenger liner built by man on this Earth
Upon completion South Hampton
It was berth
Built between 1909 & 1911
It was a display of grace
A picture of 	Heaven
Powered by pressurised steam from
Burning coals
In a...

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My tired eyes keep opening and closing
And my body sways to and fro
But something enigmatic kept me on the ground
And my spirit keeps moving up and down
A sudden indecisive feelings creeps inside
And all of a...

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We come to this world of surprises at a time we don't choose!

Not knowing if we'll get to a paradise or hell would break loose!

We are born to parents whom we yet have to know...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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I look down from heaven, and what do I see?
A body on the battlefield that looks a lot like me!
Body parts are missing:there's blood everywhere...
The scene is so ghastly, that I can only stare.
Now the...

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Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke

Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely...

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I look down from heaven and what do I see?                         ...

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Walked six years, that way,
And watched this new suburb’s trend.
Near Mysore Highway,
Close to Bengaluru’s end.
Three storeys tall, stood,
This awesome tree-spread, so pretty.
Blue blossoms, good wood,
Half acre’s canopy.
‘Neath with sun-warmings,
Faded blue a carpet rose.
Of fallen, dried...

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I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past...

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Day after day, week after week, when rush hour traffic’s at its peak,
I’ve had to sit and wait and wait, knowing that once more I’d be late
And have to face the boss’s frown, who lives...

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Why The Willow Weeps

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a beautiful park in a sunny valley.
In this park there were three Willow Trees. In those days the Willow was a proud...

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Sheep

I have read and published some of my old poems 
when the world was mint fresh and I believed in the lady in the lake, I saw her swim a moonlit night
know I know she...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement...

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Got up this morning
Too busy yawning
To see the pee pot
Spilled the whole lot
With a short kick
Not a recommended trick
Bathroom door was locked
Stood in my pee soaked socks
Flatulence turns to lumps
Underwear full of bumps

Toaster mysteriously jammed
Smoke...

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When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths...

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Walking home from work, one windy autumn eve
I noticed some workmen sweeping up leaves,
The more leaves they swept, the more the wind blew
So I stopped to watch for a moment or two

One man swept the...

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Summers consist of

peridot mornings,

and emerald afternoons.

The trees filter the sunlight - 

so often saving me from

those headaches, which might have

mutated, evolved into migraines.

 

By autumn, the leaves have changed colour:

a poet's palette of

amber, copper,

gold, and...

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IBM Town

Dad whisked us away,
Mom heavy with babe,
Away from relative hands,
Two year old's off to IBM lands.

It was the machine of opportunity.
A place with technical commotion.
My Dad loves to light the flame,
All aboard the modern...

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Sharing of Dreams 

He had a dream of living a life of rustic idyll, to see and feel 
seasons, so he bought a derelict cottage in pastoral Algarve.
Took his wife along, explained how the cottage...

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GOD’S WORD WILL STAY THERE

There amidst the rubble, saved from all the fire,
There amidst the chaos, saved from enemy’s ire
Was a book still open there upon a stool
Where someone had been sitting, reading of its...

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i

pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias

these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and...

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My cooker's in the living room
My fridge is in there too
There's dust on all my furniture
And I cant use my loo

There's workmen tramping in and out
I'm not allowed to lock my door
The workmen must have...

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TIME FLIES by Jeanette Jones 
based on PORTRAIT NO 9 
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham




TIME FLIES


Early still, I rise again. 
For the quails came calling. 
Dragging my feet, I stumbled 
across...

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