Nose To The Grindstone Poems

In all honesty I must say,
you really do need more play.
Playtime’s a treasure and a delight;
that, nose-to-the-grindstone is a fright.

Play is really time well spent,
it will hone your sentience.
I know you’re dying to play some ball;
just one good game; we’ll...Read More

Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income

courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to

acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled...Read More

Be resilient is the mainstay
For trouble and strife can be a moment away
Don’t overthink or wonder too long
For strength in adversity is needed along
With you nose to the grindstone and not on the air 
Don’t be weighed down but show...Read More

Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses

unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but definitely wanting
with more pungent acidity...Read More

“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they could go back again!

Since the...Read More

I forgot.

When was it
the word withered
the phrases fled?

When did vigilance for the lines
crumble laxly into the air.

Was it when I, unfaithful
to my craft, forgot to work;

in nonchalance to practice;
lost nose to the grindstone.

I thought, poetic as I was,
the majestic write...Read More

My paper, pen and me


Stepping from the shadows.
Not sure where we belong.
Wondering where we slipped off track.
And where life went so wrong.

My nose to the grindstone.
The whole world yet to see.
We face the world together.
My paper, pen and me.

Attempting to...Read More

Going to get a “haircut” today
Actually getting all of them cut
Cutting just one would hardly be noticed
Now I'm being a silly nut

There's many other sayings similar to this
English is overloaded I find
Wanna hear some others I've discovered
Well stay tuned it'll...Read More

“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they'd come back again!

Since the dawn...Read More

                           
I surrendered my heart and I pledged my alliance;
Put my nose to the...Read More

“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they could go back again!

Since the...Read More

the hours & the company you keep

just how do you spend your hours &
the company you keep?
do you spend your days alone,
nose to the grindstone,
nose to the grindstone?
a good little american does what 
the rich wealthy white forefathers 
wanted,
they keep...Read More

On the peak of Mount Gobbledygook a man of wisdom sat,
Wondering if this would be the day that someone might stop to chat.

For in his long life he had acquired a mountain of useful knowledge,
Earning several degrees while he was...Read More

Give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.
At least that's what I hear.
Teach a man to fish and he'll sit in a rowboat
fishing and drinking beer! 

When advised to "fight fire with fire"
please think about it twice.
Remember, firemen...Read More

Starts with love, at least for most
The best of times, if only we could remember

Then rules and tasks from those who know best
Learning, playing, character building pain 

Uniformed sessions, odd days in the park
A memory ratio for adults to mock

Ambitions...Read More

Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime;...Read More