Career Prose Poems | Examples
These Career Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Career. These are the best examples of Prose Career poems written by international poets.
Incoming... outgoing calls
People are like call center
The hypocrites and the real
In a moment entertaining
Too formal on the onset
Someone is address by name
Someone has sent by God
To help resolve the issue
Everyone is please objectively
No subject taken by emotion
It's an error to give your views
But reason of mutual understanding
Somehow clear the smoke
Profit solution for the business
Say clearly no room for ambiguity
Never leave conversation mark in the heart
At the end, wisdom gain favor on your side.
Each person has his own teacher and mentor
By their example, they inspire us to go through life
Attain and arrive to our peaks with dignity
To achieve success in everything we do
I want to express my sincere gratitude
To mentors and teachers for our knowledge
Teacher, mentor is a vocation
A destiny from God, a calling of the soul
Only the strong at heart
Can carry out this noble mission.
Fresh out of college, the opportunities were there.
The choice was made to remain with a caring ministry.
Two years later, doors began to close, but new
ones were there to open. Which way from Chicago?
He could have remained in Chicago, but the winds of
challenge and change were blowing in directions North,
South, and East. After considerable prayer, he went South.
Four years later, California came knocking.
He will never know how different his life would have been
had he chosen differently, but he
has always gone steadily
forward, never looking back or down with regret.
He played the cards that were dealt to him and refused
to be a victim regardless of outcomes. He has rejoiced
in seeing the blossoms from seeds planted from Chicago
to Wisconsin, from Mississippi to California.
God has been good everywhere he has been and faithful
wherever he has
journeyed. God has enabled him to navigate
all the waters through which Ihe has sailed. Next to the reality
of God, great people have been the one sustaining ingredient
to flavor and fragrance his life. The 'What is' of his life has
been too great to concern himself with the 'what if?'.
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Smiling Smitty has had three wives and counting
He is still cute and engaging, now, but is getting older
He courts women who own their own house and have careers
Because he likes to spend his days on hobbies.
He has had six or ten jobs, but has never kept one more than a month.
Because going to a job every day is “boring”.
The women he marries think he is cute.
He tells clever jokes and stories; he is engaging.
That lasts for the first ten years or so.
Resentment sets in about the eleventh year
Because he does not shop, cook, vacuum, dust
or help with any chores.
He might do the lawn work, but not on a regular basis.
As soon as Smitty gleans that he might get the boot
He finds his next potential mate.
Another woman with a home and a career.
Aging and time will not serve or wait
upon us. At conception, we are in a
sense, connected with the tunnel of
time and destiny. At birth, every part
of our physical being is invited to get
on board for the journey of purpose.
When we are called upon to act out our free
will; when our curtain of life has opened
for us to play our role, we may proceed
or choose to become immobile, neutralized.
As we journey along the trails of life,
like in Frost's poem, we come upon forks
on the roads of life. However, unlike Frost's
poem, we often stall at the very 'Y' of life.
We are reluctant to move beyond the fork.
So, we turn around instead. We fear the
unfamiliar and dare not venture to face the
unknown. Entombed in our own shadow,
we never realize the essence of our being
and the difference we could have experienced.
120122PSCtest, Journey Without Movement.
Unseeking Seeker
why would she do such a thing
right in the middle of the most
important party you'd ever thrown
a party that would make or break
your career your way of life for as
far as you could possibly peer into
the future my god doesn't she
know that staging is everything
and timing has gone the way of
the blackberry so ok get a grip
she went ahead and she did it
she threw up a hairball she's a
cat for crying out loud what do
you expect when you give her
red wine with fish
I'd build creative writing, art, sculpture, music centers in 500 towns.
To benefit any students aged 7 to 18 who wanted to utilize the facilities.
I would hire art teachers who love art for art’s sake.
Our music teachers would be extremely child-friendly and patient.
These centers would be open before and after school.
Children could be dropped off in the morning to create.
They would have the freedom to write poems, songs, raps or stories.
Also utilize canvases, paints, glitter glues, and make masterpieces.
Singers and dancers would have a soundproof stage across campus.
They could access all equipment necessary to make videos and films.
They could enlist the help of the staff who would appear in their videos.
Teach them how to do what they wanted to do.
Encouraging creativity in the youth of the day could bring us peace.
It could satisfy some of their basic needs of being accepted and loved.
It could help them feel respected and give them a career goal.
People who love their lives make life easier and nicer for others.
Minogue was glamor personified; the way she walked, was electrified.
Men and women watched as she marched away in a sweet high heeled shoe.
She is not limping, she is wearing matching pumps, high that make us sigh.
She is a pink, yellow and orange queen, straight out of a sixties magazine.
Her walk is exaggerated, more Marilyn Monroe than a common street ho.
There is a hat perched on her gay head in a perky “I am gorgeous” way.
On me it would look ridiculous, but on her it looks glamorous conspicuous.
A professional has made up her gorgeous face, and her hair keeps its place.
She looks like she stepped off the cover of Vogue, our woman, Minogue.
Even her name is exotic, classic, and makes the rest of us seem rather plain.
I feel unkempt, dirty, and common around her gorgeous eyes of blue.
She tries to build me and reassure me, because that’s part of her glamor too.
Minogue, Minogue, Minogue, you could have been a model or actress.
Whatever career you choose, you will sure be a wild and wonderful success.
We feel your heart, and see your spirit, and are amazed by your attitude new.
Come over here and give me a glimpse of that wonderfulness that is you.
The child is perpetually angry
Because he is incredibly sad
He is not a delight to his teacher
Enjoys stirring things up
Often keeps his classmates on edge
His teacher can only take so much;
then he comes to me.
I am the school counselor.
I understand he is in pain
But seeing his face daily is a downer
Because he cannot release his sadness
It has been there a long time
Keeping it has been one way
To keep in touch with his birth parents
Who were probably also sad
Today I heard him laugh for the first time
Twice in a row.
I was amazed and excited
I asked him what career he wants
NFL Player
I said what about when you are fifty?
I will be a counselor, he said. You inspire me.
I was speechless.
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Motto. Business is Business.
We guidance counselors got to tour an engineering firm.
They were all set up for us, and made it lively and fun!
I had no idea until that day I had missed my calling.
The competition was on. We were given twenty minutes
And the exact same building materials – paper and tape.
Goal: Each team would try to build the strongest bridge.
At the end of the time pennies were dropped on them.
The engineers counted each penny as it was placed.
Eleven. Bam. Crushed.
Eighteen Bam. Crushed.
Twenty-three. Bam. Crushed.
They left ours until last.
I had no idea why.
We were the four oldest women there, forty years older than the others.
The reigning champion bridge had lasted through 114 pennies.
They came to our bridge, and stopped counting at 312 pennies.
We old ladies were gloating and high-fiving each other,
feeling like real engineers.
Best fun I have had in a long time!
Cold odd keys to lost cities glisten
as spikes of torment test the frigid
cold fish hands feeding ropes
into the winds biting kiss,
teeth gnashed against themselves.
Hanging on for life
Men in shirts of frozen plaid
disrobing for a touch of longing,
belonging to a certain tribe.
Whether they acknowledge it or not
they are each a star within the field.
A leaf, a blade, a patch of shade
within the black.
Each one forever fighting
to remain,
or to get back.
Cluster
I saw her surrounding them
To ease my complex, I wrote
They are from the world aliens
My job is only to praise them
My life
Already in the last part
I later came to know
Crime PLAN INTERNATIONAL
He arranged fake threats to look as real.
To get oblige from the givers
It is how
She and many got influenced by him and them.
I watch from far away
How it got set
Things are same
Internationally
Dr Baljit Singh
Thursday, 8 October 2020
Let it be known,
that once I sink inside my throne,
I made it here alone.
If my heart is now of stone,
it was molded by my own.
I am one whom never found home,
so I walked until I built it in my dome.
To one day, a day which won’t be long,
when the tables turn and you seek one lovers song,
let these words crash, for I was just so, very close
and now I am past, the one who’s name is stone.
For if you ever thought you know,
be sure I am a stranger.
If doctors emphasize managing disease but not reducing their presence and incidence (eg. cancers), then medicine is similar to managing excrement: keep it out of sight, but NOT reduce it. Remember, there is always a good Dr. Crap, too