Short Labouring Poems
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The NHS has plans to save money
And many are opposed to the suggestion
The Obstetricians feel that the government
Are labouring under a misconception
Form:
The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.
It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.
Damn the unhappy day you start it.
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A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons
Instant the command
As decisions
In labouring the fields
A civil war of family's avoiding
Yet the enactments mimic
As bond as surety
In financing burdens
One wishes not to carry
Carriage as stable
Nightingales lost fables
Ferry in twist
Smirking gentle and smits
To the good Friday of Ireland
hot crusted bread speaking truths
labouring backs bent over ovens
cows chewing cherrywood cuds cosy
what could be more knowing
as Nature spreads tranquility tacit ?
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GOLD PLACEMENT WINNER POEM
Contest : Brevity Poem : Allpoetry August 26
5 words x 5 lines
Prompt: Dispersion
A an and an a
both besotted beguiled
care careened carelessly
devilish d doted dangerously
envy exploded evil evolved
for fate faked future fates featuring fatalities
gradually giggles gone
Happiness halted hope honestly harmed
I ill imagine images imaginary
just judge jest jump justify
Kick knee kill keep
labouring lets laugh less lastly
Poetic Process Of An Earthwoman
laying back sun warmed
pulling the seasons in
through my pores
stretch cat like,
surround the earth
taking it into me
feeling its kick.
thoughts drift, form, part
wanting to feed the world
as it feeds me
sights, scents, sounds,
tastes, touches
my mind swells
labouring pen on paper,
I give birth.
Man to Man
Standing tall
Forging a divide
With their backs
Fencing up a wall
While each man struggling
To erect a solid side
Thus hurling their words
Over and above the sides
Man to man
With Each man
labouring to deliver their world
Through the conceived word
To as many a man
With a fertile heart
Sending each word
as a weapon
to arm the man
Form:
COLD BLOODED
Summer grows old
cold-blooded
tree’s scant
leafless twigs
bend and break
creek and whither
Anaemic the suns
pathetic rise
and fall so soon
the rainplunge of
icedew sickens
to greysludge gloom
Winter takes hold
cold-blooded
labouring storms
iceflesh to bone
sallow and shrunken
we faceforce doom
© Kim van Breda—29 September 2015
I can feel it,
smell it fragrant on the breeze
watch it in the leaves of broadleaf trees that bend to give me shade
taste it sweet upon my waiting lips
a kiss that comes to me
through every flower and bird and labouring bee,
not in gentle honeyed sips but fresh as new picked mint
every morning clear as day, bright as resting dew at dawn
I hear it whispered through the grass
summer is reborn
Lavish lilac layers link lofty laurel lunar lanterns
laissez-faire luxurious largesse lifts labouring lumberjack
loop-de-loop lilting Limerick levity lessens life’s load
laughter laden-lampoon, a little lacerating labyrinthine lip
limelight lustrous leonine lithe lady launches lavender lace
lucid lissome leisurely land loper locket livid loom
Lopsided lounge lizard’s love-lies-bleeding loose leaf
He had aged for every one of his days
As he worked his life away
They say the knees are the first to go
Then his back ache began to show
The lines on his face from the sun
Were earned each day for work not fun
Until the years added up for him
And old age early did begin
For labouring your life away
Meant your life would be a shorter stay
For honest labour has no choice
And older people have no voice.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The other day
I lay for an echo of my heart
The technician scanned my chest and sides
I could hear my heart pant aloud
Oh boy! Was that a chugging train,
a distant wail, water gurgling,
or a rhythmic rub inside an empty tub?
The guy sure was at frantic speed
wailing all the while
Thank the Lord
He has made sure
we never hear
the perturbations
of this friend of ours
labouring inside each of us
all twenty-four hours
"I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive."Acts 20:35 of the King James Bible
Yes, I desire to help
Yielded as care giver
Yon meaningfulness of
Youthful achievements midst
Yawns in struggling to stay
Yoked for reaching-out with
Yahweh’s strength through the years.
April 18, 2024
The right frame of mind is essential,
If you want to achieve to your potential,
A matter one should not treat as trivial.
For me it was baking,
That started me thinking,
About drinking.
I stopped thinking about drinking,
The moment I started expecting,
And gave up shrinking.
Now I am enjoying,
Instead of labouring,
Loving instead of dreading.
The mistakes are no longer coming,
Which leaves others wondering,
Why my baking is now so tempting.
Silence!
A labouring sleep,
Got into trance
Of a great leap!
Away from residence.
The crush to say
As adultage,
Meant to be paid.
Has gained teenage,
Having hands of clay!
Those responsibility
A man gains
Bearing sensibility.
Inside the rain,
Has got his ability!
Soft gentle hands,
Got them to pawn.
Changing the books,
Also about the pen,
Beneathing piercing hook!
Congrats ERA!
Dreams broke,
Desires too!
After the father,
Of great gratitude!