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Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put out on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.
And other’s children won’t have a Christmas
They won’t have any presents by a tree
They won’t even have a tree at all
They’ll feel lucky if they get to eat.
This is American reality today
People are living on the streets
People who could never have imagined
That this is where that they would be.
They look at themselves in the mirror
And wonder where did they go wrong
They live in this great country
How long can this go on?
These are highly educated people
With their Masters and Phds
Why is there no work for them?
There is no place for them to work
How is it that this can be?
And then there are the other ones
Who just want to work for an honest wage
And there is no work for them as well
No chance of employment at any place.
The weeks and months have been turned into years by now
They’ve long since lost track of how many days.
There has to be a solution
For our country to get back to where it’s been
Something is going to have to give
For all Americans to live as men.
We didn’t ask to live like a bunch of animals
To be begging for food on the streets
We deserve to have some dignity
We should be able to work for what we need.
So damn all those who have caused this financial mess
Those who have injured all those of us with pride
Let them live with the devil until eternity ends
It’ll be a fitting punishment for what they’ve done to others in this life.
God bless all of those who are fighting every day just to survive
Who now don’t even have enough to eat
God bless their defenseless children
Who continue to struggle and live in need.
One has to continue to believe in goodness
That those who do the right thing will somehow win
And that American Prosperity and Industry
Will return to our country once again.
Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.
(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you, an’ it
was for you to decide to do it, what to do with it, or to fight. The motto was, “You either work
or fight, there ain’t no quittin’ on this-here ranch.”
Pancho cultivated a reputation as a living legend in his fifty-some years in the Devil’s
River country of the Texas frontier. He loved his life, family, work and felt plumb lucky to be
livin’ it. He believed there was art in every undertakin’ an’ practiced the highest standards in
dealin’ with any an’ all comers. He savvied horses, cattle an’ the land; and death was just the
gate that opened into higher pastures.
Ride 'em Pancho!
The cowboy wakes before each dawn
With blurry eyes n'a mournful yawn;
Gets breakfast down, just bacon'n eggs,
An' biscuits dunked in coffee dregs.
He feeds the stock some oats an' hay
In growin' light of break o' day.
Then Pancho comes an' rigs a hoss,
An' chews his butt, 'cause he's the boss.
“The sun is up, you little bride!
We're loosin' light! We gotta ride!”
So they ride out to make their rounds
In echoed clops of hoof-beat sounds.
The sun is high 'bout half-passed noon,
An' dinnertime is none too soon.
He eats his beans an' taters fast,
Then rolls a smoke an' rests at last.
He dreams of how he'll spend his pay
When he's in town on Saturday,
An' where he'll go to have some fun
With gals who'll laugh and call him, "Hun..."
He gets his hat an' pulls it down,
Forgets the dream of gals in town,
Cause if he ain't just damn near dead,
The work comes first on Pancho's spread.
The working Class Hero
From town to town, all across this great land,
You can see the work of a laboring hand.
Not many know their name,
But in my eyes they are heroes just the same.
From driving a nail to driving a stake.
They have pride in what they make.
From construction to demolition.
They are part of the working mans coalition.
You can’t buy a membership to get in.
These are hard working women and men.
They’ve paid their dues, by the sweat of their brows.
From the factory work to pulling up dirt with plows.
These folk get paid cash , by the hour.
Around here its done with man power.
They have calloused hands and tired feet.
They work on through the rain, sun, slow and sleet.
They know there’s no shame in a job well done.
None of these folks have ever worked for fun.
Covered in grease and their knuckles are scarred.
Ain’t a one of them scared to work hard.
They are the kind who work through the pain.
These folks have never rode the gravy train.
They know the job isn’t done until it’s done.
They are the ones who are up and gone before the sun.
These people won’t do it unless they can put their name to it.
They know it is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
They pour concrete and haul hay.
They know what it means to put in a honest day.
They are the ones who are the backbone,
They are Americas cornerstone.
I am proud to be one of the few,
We could use more like me and you.
A few more hours and I’ll have put my day in,
But don’t you worry I’ll be back tomorrow to do it again.
Even though my paycheck won’t ever have more than a few zeros,
It’s okay because I know I’m one of the working class heroes.
Sarah Comstock
6-15-08
Form:
Today I watched a couple of construction crews;
Totally facinated by some of the tools they used.
Their work required them to be up in the air,
Yet 'twas by different means that they got there.
One crew used a telescoping arm,
And an enclosed bucket to keep the workers safe from harm.
Although the boom could handle jobs very tall,
The bucket's workspace was very small!
The second crew used a scissors-lift.
It required steady hands on the controls,--and that's a real gift!
The scissors mechanism is topped by a long, narrow, platform,
On which several workers could perform
Their given tasks, and have room to spare;
While being firmly supported way up in the air.
There are other jobs carried out in mid-air domains:
For example, consider the crews on our many airplanes.
Some men are lowered from the roof to do
The outside of office windows that executives look through.
And the highest mid-air job in this nation,
Are the astronauts who repair problems outside the space station.
My Father does His best work in the air!
He needs no lift, since He's already there.
What a beautiful sunrise He created today!
Remember the awesome clouds He gave us yesterday?
He orchestrates the seasons from His home in the sky.
Eons ago, He placed the sun, moon, and stars on high.
Someday He'll tell me my earth-work is done,
And He'll receive me to my eternal home.
I'll be transported, far beyond the highest of heavens,
Not by any type of lift, but by the Grace which He has given.
Charlie Pelota HSLP
We come again to the stall at the gate
We come to the memory of empire
Where Delphine sat, the humble queen in state
And fed her family from one desire
That they should noble live, and work and dream
And love … and the gate was her throne supreme
But roll back now the tears of dusty days
When the sweet scent of sugar like anthem rise
From the sweat of workers, and see amaze
Miss Delphina with God’s fire in her eyes
This woman at Caymanas toiling pass
The sun’s hot noon, noble and full of class
See her, a mother, a warrior queen
Whipped by circumstance without surrender
Did anyone call her timid, call her mean?
Who could not find a place then to shelter?
Who did not taste her kindness? Higglers too
Serve for love, O mother, we honor you
From the coal black of days you supplied us
And your children five want not, O, nor need
But your hard work and love so inspired us
We rise in common hope so to succeed
With dignity, but not proud, a true friend
Rarely found in the common walks of men.
Caste nor class can cast decree, nor limit
Our aptitude to rise. Belief has wings
Death cannot break, faith flies in the spirit
And through slant of rain its brimmed vision sings
Delphina, Delphina, we miss you though
The door is so silent through which you go
No more the produce truck will hear her voice
Nor weary hands dry a child’s hungry tears
O death be humble, dare you now rejoice
She sleeps till Jesus shall for his kingdom appears
And we will hear great heaven’s trumpet blow
And with you mother we will rise and go
We take care of the tenants in the buildings where we work everyday
but the owners can't seem to comprehend that we don't make enough pay
as porters, handymen, supers and those who man the front doors
we're just trying to survive in a city which we can no longer afford
We mop their floors, walk their dogs and taxis for them we procure
we fix their sinks, deal with their trash and do so much more
we're not asking for a lot but what they want to give us is a crime
we're just trying to live in the city of which we devote our time
Born and bred New Yorkers or Immigrants from every country
we work hard at our jobs and deserve decent salaries
we came with a contract proposal that was justified and fair
they then came back with some bull s*#t with figures from out of the air
Living in the city in the midst of the struggle and strife
living in the city we're just trying to build a life
doing the best we can with what little we have got
it's now time for the RAB Board to get up off the money pot
Living in the city just raising our families
living in the city with sub par salaries
to the RAB Board we don't want to hear any more of your hype
do the right thing or 32BJ will definitely call a strike
I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time,
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the
Blue Collar Blues.
written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta
Think you’ve got the workplace blues
No matter what work you do
These words will hopefully inspire you
Yes, your job may be redundant
But the paychecks are abundant
Some days you will get off track
But the next day know your plan of attack
Bring a smile and get it back
If your productivity is ever low
Learn from the experience and continue to grow
Remember, “You reap what you sow”
Keeping a positive attitude can sometimes be rough
Remembering your mission and purpose is often enough
Embrace what’s in your control and let go of the small stuff
There’s no need to be discouraged
Each day someone’s dreams you encourage
As cliché’ as it may seem
You are the gateway to many dreams
Recognize the value in what that means
No need for the Workplace Blues
Instead, work on the attitude you choose
Think of the many lives enriched by you
Lay
I've thought about giving up. I thought life was just too hard.
Would you quit a high money game, just because you were dealt bad cards?
If you fell off a horse, would you think you were done and just start walking by it's side?
Would you cry and pout or get back up? Get on that horse and ride?
You may not succeed the first try, but there's always another chance.
In life, in sports, in playing games, and even in romance.
Practice makes perfect with everything in life. Work always comes along with it.
You may get frustrated but never give up. Champions would never quit it.
Do you think Michael Jordan just grabbed a ball and dunked it on his first try?
Or did he play again and again? Now it seems like he can fly.
Some are born with greatness. Others work and work to achieve.
You can do anything you want in life. All you have to do is believe!
the Government gives developers and corporations huge tax breaks
but the workers only get poverty wages and public funds they need to take
to earn $8 dollars an hour on which to raise a family
I don't know about you but I think that's an absurdity
we need prevailing wages to be set in the work place
what those companies are trying to pay the workers is a disgrace
Albany get off your rear ends and do the job for which you've been elected
for as sure as you're in that position by the people you can be rejected
you've lost the people's trust and New Yorkers are in an uproar
stop all the filabustering and get some legislation passed into law
Justice in the Work Place that's one of the reason you were sent to Albany
Justice in the Work Place for the workers and their families