nose to the grindstone
smudge of grease on his knuckles ~
blue-collar worker
Love, ha love!
You know this love,
Ha this love is for those
who work at the devil’s workshop
Who have a heart to spare
A heart to hurt
A heart to pine
and who are ready to die for love.
As for me,
with my nose to the grindstone,
No, thank you!
Love is not for me
I will not love
I am not the loving kind
I don’t like pining
I don’t like hurting
I don’t like to feel lonely
I don’t like my heart to be broken
and forsaken…
No way José,
if I see love coming
I’ll pass it by…
Hasta la vista, Love,
Go smitten someone else!
Contest: 1441 Love
Sponsor: Brian Strand.
Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end I forgot to bend
at the knees and not the waist
Orindary?
Hah! Not ordinary; no sir, not ordinary at all ...
Green, growing, grateful, gracious, grand -
the mortar of empires; stone condensed from sand.
Power, foundation, strength; no hesitation!
Plugged into the outlet
and drowning in perspiration.
It's ordinary time.
Time to put the nose to the grindstone,
grow the morals,
build the habits,
chase the virtues,
curb the vices,
and emerge from the cocoon
ever-better than before.
Ordinary time -
The proving grounds of the soul.
The battlefield of destiny.
The crucible of the heart.
16 June 2023
Urination reigns rains flowing
Covering the firmaments grasses
Backing splashing on the oak tree
Nose to the grindstone Kentucky bluegrass
Sniffs out allergens striving to mark a path
Marking at territorial arenas grasp
A leg up Or just a squat
Relinquishing rains
Watch the green grasses
Now yellow patches
From yellow rain
Puring down tween a dog's leg
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Education starts at home
Work kids' fingers to the bone
Pile up the chores after school
Then on to homework
-- That's the rule
No TV shows or quick little breaks
Nose to the grindstone 'til it aches
If you want them to taste freedom
Prepare kids to counter Red China's Kingdom
1/13/21
Living among animals, some of which albino
Other lifeforms gigundo or micro
Folks in the same or different time zones
Had to keep my nose to the grindstone
And put down the Iphone
Spent time outdoors on my own
The beauty of it all, left my mind blown
Out among so many pinecones
I can feel it in my bones
Business conducted in person or by phone
Working toward another milestone
I know
Never underestimate thy foe
The stem on the plant was a rhizome
And this other plant had all these trichomes
Growing and dying in and out of similar or different biomes
Nearby clear waters or on the surface is a white foam
People living homeless, and others in a nice home
Sometimes for a cat or dog, the doctors prescribed Visbiome
The area was currently a no fly zone
Due to a cyclone
Was not even close or in the strike zone
Close to and far from Limestone
It was made of fine stones
Or possibly made with rhinestone
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 be enthralled.
You know, we both need exercise,
our time together, should be maximized.
Really, does that TV show you affection?
Just have a look, in my direction.
I’m here for you whenever you need;
and all I ask is some love and feed.
You know I keep you young-at-heart,
with the canine wisdom, I impart.
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 you care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
“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 dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Using acronyms without much passion!
We now seem to have lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, or some such device
Or some other glitzy presentation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
And all the world seemed friendlier
Now feels like something's missing!
A re-post!
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 would
upon me light like
pollen in the breeze.
Write it down, when it comes.
I'll bet that's what Dr. Seuss did.
Kathryn Collins
May 8, 20016
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 rewrite myself.
And change my whole outlook.
Why write one new chapter.
When I can write a brand new book.
Changing my perspective.
Of all the things I see.
Taking care of business.
My paper, pen and me.
I'll write a new horizon.
A rainbow in the sky.
I'll write a new beginning.
A new reason just to try.
And before my book is finished.
We will be flying free.
Hells fire far behind us.
My paper, pen and me.
Proclaiming from the mountain tops.
Life could not break my will.
The proof is in my writings.
I am standing still.
No longer in the shadows.
What will be will be.
Heaven lights the way for.
My paper, pen and me.
Edwin C Hofert
“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 of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Use acronyms without any passion!
We seem to have totally lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, talking on Facebook
A computer age generation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
All the world seemed friendlier then
Now feels like something's missing!
© Jack Ellison 2012
I surrendered my heart and I pledged my alliance;
Put my nose to the grindstone and contained my defiance.
Kept my hands to myself never touched no one else;
Kept my taste for the hunt stored on a shelf.
I never forgot to emphasize friend;
And always remembered don’t always win.
Not always perfect but vested for sure;
And I strengthened my heart so I could endure.
I balanced the check book;
And I carried the weight;
And offered up more;
Than ever I took
It took many years but I finally grew up;
I was finally the big dog no longer the pup.
I treated my woman much like a queen;
But then she did something like I’d never seen.
I won’t include details I’m holding my tongue;
Even though I forgave her what we once had was done.
I searched for the reasons as I lay on the ground;
And these are the answers I’m surprised that I found.
I lived as a gun man sufficiently styled;
Proficient as trickster kept her beguiled;
But the life of the player could toss you to flames;
And being the provider that’s the true game
“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 dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Using acronyms without much passion!
We now seem to have lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, or some such device
Or some other glitzy presentation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
And all the world seemed friendlier
Now feels like something's missing!
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