Short Laboring Poems

Moral pregnancy
Laboring with injustice
Fatal abortion...

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Laboring gardeners,
sowing seeds of love daily,
cultivate its peace:-...

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Focused, brows furrowed
Working, toiling, laboring
Then, my child awakes....

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justice sweats under its weight- an asthmatic laboring for its  breath...

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perfect pace of performance portends potage and potables


5/11/2022
WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU
Sponsor: Beata Agustin...

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A right heart
Will not be found,
laboring on seeming indiscretions of others;
But rather,
on the improprieties
Found lurking closer at hand....

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The OB doctor had feverishly yelled orders in vain
only the nurses trying to save the last triplet remain
Laboring mom in agony trying to cope
Her heart bleeding love without hope...

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Fleeing, she's off balance by losing her slipper
Abundant vegetation of changing color
Laboring, the Royal King’s Sun adventures south  
Life covers the land, embosomed by summer’s mouth...

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Worrying and Waivering

Republicans are worrying and wavering;
At same time breathing hard and laboring;
Times do change;
Are often strange,
And each second Democrats are savoring.

Jim Horn...

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Do not be disappointed, my friend, 
For
Some among us may sow but are not destined to reap,
Since
They are laboring for future generations!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
      13 August 2022...

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A Right Heart,
By:Tom Wright
2000

A right heart
will not be found,
laboring on seeming indiscretions of others;
But rather, 
on those improprieties
found lurking closer at hand.
...

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Laboring in obscurity,
years behind the mask

Wandering through the shadows,
questions poorly asked

Looking for one reason,
to leave the past behind

Echo’s howling endlessly
—prophecy reminds

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)...

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Laboring in obscurity
my dog forgets my name
The hours pass, the moments fade
with every day the same

My faith a light that dwindles
belief the final straw
In darkness splayed, my hope betrays
—no luck beyond the draw

(The New Room: June, 2022)...

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Laboring in obscurity…
  my pen a vagabond

Hitchhiking through my consciousness,
  my thumbprint worn and gone

Wishing past the hoping,
  spitting into the wind

All roads end in the desert 
  —darkness my best friend

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)...

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September sunshine , rainy laboring day

Gardenias heat loving fragrance lead the way

Hibiscus sprays diligence  trumpet   their way

A breath, a prayer,  a happy birthday  

Don’t run away,  but stay for the gaiety

 

Happy Birthday 


9/5/2016...

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caterpillars live
time in the dark...
laboring till a dawn of flight
and a past life to remember...
and, caterpillars don't understand
those choices that butterflies have...
the cognitions that are not as unwell but
wisdoms in children voices remembered......

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DAY
Dr. James E. Martin
During these hours there is much to do,
    Dreams will have to wait.
Anchored securely to this laboring duty,
    Angry that I must work until eight.
Yesterday's chores were not completed on time,
    Yet it should not be treated as a crime!...

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O' what a busy
 gathering  ants frolicking
pushing and rushing
~
laboring packing
storing crumbs and food harvests
saving for winter
~
busy, busy ants
storing away for winter
summers ant so work

9/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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OUR BACKYARD 

we have habitat
nor wire nor fence enclosing
open habitat

animals roam free
god ordained environment
clear blue sky to see

such the normal clime
since the snake spoke from the tree
since primeval time

man laboring hard
so slowly changed all that    but
not in our backyard...

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Memory Made By Hands

Dad’s
hands
were skilled
and could build
almost anything
his masterful mind could conceive.
With meticulous care he crafted his creation,
laboring to construct a little playhouse in the yard on my birthday, just for me.

10/24/17

Dust Off A Memory
Sponsored by: Broken Wings ...

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Today, I planted a seed.
Laboring to follow cycles decreed.
The fertile soil I tilled,
and the water I spilled;
Both blanket my treasure -
an anchor sprouting, I closely measure.
Taking root, it bears stem,
blooming to peak: a potent gem.
Now, the leaves broach to unfurl,
elevating dawn with a blossoming pearl....

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You soothingly say
you must still strive
to make love thrive.
Stop laboring! I'll drive
away now. Life's too short . . .


January 13, 2021
entered in the 20-Word Max Do It with Feeling Poetry Contest   Placed 1st
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

January 18, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's Completely Your Choice (45) Contest...

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It shall be well
It shall be well
Is my favorite song
For i have been waiting
Far too long
But what else can i say
Than to be strong

Working tirelessly
Without a penny
Laboring in pain
And all the effort
Gone down the drain
The city is washed away
By the heavy rain
Our struggle in vain

But what else can i say
Than to be strong
It shall be well 
Is my favorite song...

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The large, enameled sink
eats her red knuckles.
Mum bent to
her silent threadbare work.

I have new long pants,
I worship their long-ness,
how they stretch my young body
into an imaginary manhood.

Mum threatens to wash them soon,
I back away as her laboring ribs
speak.

My lips
make the shocked shape of 'why'!

Her hands keep thrashing suds.


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Rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat
the sounds pierce the cold laboring day air.

Around corners and up stairs  they come.
Rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat
bullets pierce splintering wood,
and shattering glass, turning the snow red,
as bodies fall.
Off with their heads with a wood ax; 
accurate with every shot, a sniper's success.

5/13/2022...

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