Short Labor Of Love Poems
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~a labor of love they say,
is love the labor?
to prove truth?
Quinzaine for Dr Ram’s contest
I was his princess
Our castle was so special
A labor of love
We two together
Forever memories shared
The sand, Sea, and we
world weary of iambics and prose ~ work with inkwells write from your soul
WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
how many syllables (17)
05/05/22
Two rings for vow
Meet in altar
Once in lifetime.
At last past years
Had passed made fruit
Labor of love.
Patience lays egg
If you believe
Yield good result.
True love awaits
If your hope last
End of rainbow.
There are many ways to say it,
but shat is so vital for the thriving
of all life.
The dung beetle is the hard-working poet
of the world.
Every day it writes its labor of love
upon the hot sands,
Yet no one notices,
and nobody gives a shat anyway.
An alm-timed good deed
got evilly rewarded
The saintly gesture, labor of love
was given a
perfidious payment
Death by dissimulation
uttered a bullet cry
Good Samaritan intentions
was given a
hot metal, cold evil eye
A warm welcoming, kind-hearted try
was given a
glowing halo goodbye
Rear Admiral “Amazing Grace” Hopper
To her colleagues quite the show stopper
She turned computers to household items
And now humans know how to control them
A counter-clockwise clock hung on her wall
To prove man’s mind is not so small
Always looking beyond and above
Her vision and efforts a labor of love
I could find nothing amusing or redeeming about washing dishes.
I watched my mother, loving it, and wondered about her sanity.
What is it about dish washing that you like? I finally asked.
It is a labor of love, it shows I care about my family, she said.
This was an idea that had not occurred to me ……..ever.
Now when I see her enjoying it, I am not as perplexed.
After a tired
labor of love day
got on the Trane
and after a few Miles
I reached Monk
later laying
back travelling
towards Sarah
and Nina
and after
getting Dizzy
headed West
boarded Bird
flying onto Art
leaving me
to ink
this poetic flow
I’m sharing with you
before my melatonin
MJQ disembark
to peacefully Cannonball
deeply into
poetic gigging…
Stand and deliver! this new bundle for your life
Never you knave, I’m a muse not some midwife
Bring me warm water, and lots of clean towels
Did you not hear, I use consonants and vowels
Too late it’s coming, goodness feels like a tome
Not really, congratulations! it’s a bite size poem
Bitesize Poem no.53 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
10/08/22
Hank built the loveliest quirkiest cottage for his wife, Finn.
She had specific ideas, and incorporated each one in.
Everyone who saw it wanted one for themselves and asked.
But Finn said “no, this was a labor of love that Hank amassed.
No one else is getting a quirky cottage like mine, it’s one of a kind.”
We all loved this cottage and Hank; she had married a gold mind.
He wakes very morning
to trudge through his day
a labor of love
or just bills to pay?
it seems that forever
he's been burdened with debt
and retirement a time to reflect
or regret?
She awakes every morning
to labor all day
kids are in day care
there's really no choice
no other way
the bank accounts empty
and pay day seems so far away
I think that this government
has lost the plot
think of the people
who ain't got a lot.
Michelangelo was seventy-one years young
when he began designing St Peter’s Basilica, Vatican’s Dome
Lying on scaffolds for hours a day, it was a labor of love
His final hurrah, a worthwhile sacrifice,
Millions of visitors have marveled at his works.
Each streak of paint was an experienced stroke of a master painter.
Michelangelo, the quintessential designer, working for hours
Bravo! He has left us the ultimate artistic masterpiece.
these things that you write, vague and deep
fitting no one and yet all that read
inspiration, interpretation
as you write about life and needs
you told me once not to obsess
much inspires but it's never direct
I still read, but with a broader aspect
it is about you, when I reflect
these beautiful words written on a page
drawn from your heart and God above
experiences learned and thoughtfully penned
written emotion, a labor of love
Labor of love, infinite Grace.
Eternal bliss, devine joy.
Power to save, devine works of faith.
Eternal salvation, Omnipotent One!
Fullness complete, encompassing light.
Sweet surrender, pathway of life.
Evolving love, wonder of wonders.
Hope desires, faithful One!
Gentle hands, leadership given.
Passionate father, forgiving forever.
Dwelling Grace, A grand embrace.
Labor of love, infinite Grace.
(c) June 18, 2006
I take you down and look you over,
you've seen better days.
Not so young as you used to be,
and you smell musty. I lay you open
and begin my examination.
I take off your jacket.
In all honesty much of your language
is extraneous, in need of editing.
Simple is as simple does.
You're green and moldy,
and rough around the edges;
you'll need a good rubbing with linseed oil.
I close your pages,
and put you back on the shelf,
a labor of love for another day.
It's a labor of love
Creating a wedding bouquet.
It has to be perfect
For her wedding day.
I've done this before
For my daughters, so dear,
But this is a new one
For the spring of the year.
She's been my best friend
Since we were both teens,
So this one is special,
I know what it means.
For her special day,
This I can do.
The bouquet will be lovely
In soft cream and blue.
It's a labor of love
Creating a wedding bouquet.
It has to be perfect
For her wedding day.
A young boy toddles with shovel and pail.
His mother watches him fall to the sand.
Laughter erupts on the wind like a sail
blowing his toyboat to a distant land
as water cascades over busy hands.
His pint-sized sandcastle towers above
the boy's imaginative stories of
a king sitting on a fairy tale throne.
The shoreline displays his labor of love
where the sand and ocean are brightly sewn.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Sandcastles by the Seashore contest (Gail Doyle)