Occupations Poems - Poems about Occupations

... In a random survey, working class Americans were asked: What occupations they thought the worst. These three were singled out: the first embalmers, the second dentists the third, the most ob......

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... It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea, Created a baby that left its mommy, Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room, So, lets ask, who’s the bigger a--? A spark, a......

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...“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls); All other occupations?—to hell dispersed! “Amen! ......

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...My husband and I watch a show Which was aired quite a long time ago – In 1955; (Were you even alive?) Think of all that those folks didn’t know! For a panel of four had to guess Occupations,......

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...There's a huge difference In skill and age One person has multiple jobs Faster than young people The curved body is caused By the profession Feeling so much concerned As you age, the physical ......

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...The humble cook Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes one needed not to be a genius, but the person k......

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... It has just come to me, As I lay here thinking, How sorry it seems to be And what a crying shame That I am left behind, A fish washed up on shore, A lonely cub separated And abandoned by ......

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...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming......

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...In the face of love,  If don't think there is a drink called "hate " Which was made from some world companies  And given to some people by force. I  always feel good to love some people Who......

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...I lived ... once … I loved and laughed and ached from my marrow … I spoke my soul, and spun my mind to my innervation and impulse - swam up spirits to the source of their p......

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...Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind. Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind. Mind of cacophony is what a singer has. Orator hails, evading a faux pas. Chef cooks with an aproned mi......

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...In defence of Donald Trump How does one write about the indefensible? A person, so vulgar brass and egocentric lusting for power; Yes, I think of Donald Trump, the impossible. Why is it after b......

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...Surmising they are right and never wrong. Confidence in what they do makes them strong. Opportunistic with whatever comes along. Rectifying anything that may go wrong. Perspicacious judgment in a......

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...The hood is foregone. Into the past, of fired crucifixes upon front lawns. The day has begun, a new dawn. Bare faced, in the sun's illumination. Guised within the roles that make a nation. ......

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...I visited mum today as I do almost every day She greeted me with open arms And then says ‘I didn’t think you’d come ... I thought you had fallen out with me’ Yet Yesterd......

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