My maintenance man's name is Scott
and boy that man can do a lot..
Always cutting the yards and raking
up leaves, a constant need with Sycamore trees..
In snow and ice out there he'll be,
clearing sidewalks and streets of this community.
Scott's always there when neighbor's call, to
paint their buildings or a hot water heater install.
For thirty years he's lent his hands, our wonderful
versatile maintenance man..
This neighborhood depends on him a lot.
He's earned the title, "The Great Scott".
Categories:
maintenance man, appreciation, people,
Form: Rhyme
A woman left for work. Her child went to school.
A latchkey kid, her daughter that day got
straight home from school, aware of every rule
to not let strangers in no matter what.
A neighbor said a visitor she’d seen
go to their apartment. He wore a smile
and the common workman’s outfit that was green.
All seemed okay; he went in for a while.
No one saw the maintenance man leaving.
It’s been surmised he left by the back door.
The woman with a missing child is grieving.
Her lovely daughter has been seen no more.
Adults themselves by strangers have been tricked.
So too was she whom the visitor picked.
April 7, 2023 for Julia Ward's A Visitor Poetry Contest
Categories:
maintenance man, daughter,
Form: Sonnet
At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start
Categories:
maintenance man, art, career, education, mentor,
Form: Rhyme
It was three o'clock in the morning and my body craved more sleep
I'd been out all night with friends and just fallen into slumber deep
when the defective smoke detector started going off - BEEP! BEEP!
I couldn't get the batteries out, and fell off the ladder into a heap
Called the maintenance man, didn't answer his phone...the creep!
A tranquil Saturday morning to spend with my husband and pup
Smelled the delicious aroma of coffee, my love brought me a cup
"There's waffles and bacon with hot maple syrup coming right up.
He came back moments later, on the tray was a single buttercup.
"Happy Anniversary, Honey. Tonight I'm taking you out for sup."
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3-1-16 Mornings Contest for Sara
Categories:
maintenance man, morning,
Form: Monorhyme
Thirty-five years in a fifty year old building where I repair all.
Having that many years of changes within, each one I have saw.
I answer calls each day to fix everything, either big or very small.
Reality is and this is not vainness, they expect me never to fall.
Truth is I listen to every word that is said, though it might be tall.
Years of paying attention watching closely to every bouncing ball.
Facilities maintenance is one title that my job holds so dear.
I just call myself a maintenance man, and no job do I fear.
Victory is mine if I can repair and keep it running so clear.
Eventually though all things must be replaced some year.
Years spent in one place can take a toll on anyone’s heart and mind.
Every soul needs a change once in awhile, so peace they can find.
Another twelve years is what spirit will endure, before I unwind.
Retirement is not what I seek, for I have always worked in a grind.
Service to others is more than a job to me, my life, existence refined.
Categories:
maintenance man, adventure, business, life, on
Form: Acrostic