Work Narrative Poems

He used to whistle while he worked,
Feeling good about himself,
His stride always purposeful and full of pride,
As he made his way home,
The crops now gathered...

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On My Way to Work

As usual, I was on my way to work. As I was driving along,
I was already busy thinking about problems and...

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King Ptolemy the Second (cont.)

Sleek of line for speedy sailing 
It was rugged in construction 
Several layers of well cured timber
Lined the hull and bridge...

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I wake up to the dawn of each day 
As I lay there in the Twi-light zone 
I momentarily wonder, have I awoken 
Or am...

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I push and pull
like a challenged bull.
At work they call me fool
they use me like a tool.
They say hard work pays
but still my salary delays
and...

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I grapple,
tussle
and scuffle for nothing.
I squall like a storm;
on a Workers' Day.
I wake up everyday
and yet I am not a worker
but a slave.
I drink my...

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Harvey grew up in a small Maine town,
due north of Portland, and out of the way,
like most kids he’d go to the school bus
at the...

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"Yes! The Jehovah Witness Lady said.  "Maybe you should all go to the Doctor for a checkup anyway."

"Where did you say the well is,"...

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Now that I am old,  I see more clearly through my mind's eye, than I did in my youth, all those special people who...

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The wall is going to get you in the end. You might unexpectedly crash into it at any moment, but regardless of when it happens,...

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The pride that comes from ego

And the prejudice from ignorance

Sees humanity in a hole

Created by its own arrogance

It will not work in consciousness

To evolve and...

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My mind is just a ghetto now
A burned out, broken neighbourhood;
You'll see wreckage and despair
Where handsome buildings stood.

Here's a crater where a bomb
Took out integrity
Over...

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In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time....

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My dear Theo,
    It’s been a week since I committed
myself. I feel quite at home and with
no regrets that I did so....

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He awoke, dazed and confused as to where he was, trying to remember whether it was day or still night. A dull ache seeped from...

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     When are our best years? So many in this society seem to think it is their youth, or their twenties....

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How unparticular the day had particularly been,
On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,
For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,
Had lacked company, and therefore,...

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Fierce fighting raged, but surprise was gone,
the Americans rallied and pushed hard,
the Indians fell back, out of the ravine,
the patriots driving them that far.

Hand-to-hand combat...

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