Short Work Day Poems
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but it's a work day!
although my file for work is
named play, just in case.........
* 16th angel card
come to my loft
when you get off
had a long work day
now come lets lay
for awhile stay
take a lover pill
ok
BABY COME CHILL
Red sun wake up from night's bed
Wash and lit up his bright head
When will he gets an off day?
Day in, day out he works dead.
it was a prices
i can't think twice
can't always be nices
i had to fight
work day and night
thanks you mam
TO GET
WHERE I AM
It’s a work day
And it’s my Birthday
All the fours
Male menopause
A Grade - A
Gray Day
Life’s not designed
To be kind
Never mind – eh!
we work all year thur
we need something new too
time to take a boat
and mabe go vote
before we go
its fun you know
to go and play
we work day by day
now it time
TIME FOR A GET AWAY
Form:
we work all year thur
we need something new too
time to take a boat
and mabe go vote
before we go
its fun you know
to go and play
we work day by day
now it time
TIME FOR A GET AWAY
Form:
Took my five-year-old daughter to the office
On “Take Your Child To Work Day” being cautious
“But daddy, you said
There'd be clowns here”
Poor daddy turned red and became short of oxygen
I can still taste your lips
with a cigarette after bite
and smell the work day
on your shirt
of diesel and grime
I miss the touch of your hand
against mine
worn by the years
this distance is killing me
till you return
Digger from Oyster Bay
There once was a digger from old Oyster Bay
Who did the right thing on a very wrong day
While taking a hike down a long winding trail
Saw his daughter and mailman delivering mail
Surprisingly on take your daughter to work day
Work day
Time slays
Learn how
Feel now
Words come
Poise sums
Sense here
New cheer
Bear strain
Flip pain
Dream thrills
Warm fill
Go then
Move trend
Heed call
Live all
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2015
Singapore
Tick Tock goes my clock.
I'm getting closer to another work day.
Another long day awaits me full of heavy labor activity.
Why must I make a living this way?
I'd much rather be home letting my mind roam
as my creative pen flows with more poetry.
Tick Tock goes my clock.
Time to go. My job awaits me.
The sweetest, most special thing I've ever heard--
(though as a kid, Mother Teresa thought it absurd)
Was her mother's primping before her father returned
Every work day evening, after their bread was earned
She always wanted to welcome him home with love
& their shared mission was to lead their kids Above
Dogs
Are
One of
The most cute
And loyal pets that
Exist between the domestic
And tamed animals that you can find in your sweet home
Wagging the tail and barking to give a warm welcome when arriving from a work day
For I Love My Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Third Place
1-25-2016
Future times stare even in dark times
The real deal happens on every deal
The poor live unsatisfied
The rich live unhappy
We walk day and night
We work day and Night
Our success is our legend
Our legend is our success
The eyes shine even in the unshine
We see and don't see
But he sees
Seems God is the Earth till the sea
Clocks
Remind us
How fast
Our lives pass
Clocks
Throw numbers
In our faces
Seconds and minutes
Clocks
We glance at them
In the beginning of the day
And often at the end of our work day
Clocks
Always keeping track
Re-arranging our day
Without fail
Clocks
Always watching
Keeping time
Reminding us
Our constant
I live the day to dream the night
As I dream the night to live the day
I work the day to rest the night
As I rest the night to work the day
I pay the day to gain the night
As I gain the night to pay the day
I give the day to earn the night
As I earn the night to give the day
Life is all about time
As time is all about day and night...
(c) 2011
evening in the hot tub beneath a full moon
the MP3 on speaker playing our tune
the stress of the work day now over and done
the pleasures of this night have just begun
jets tickle and tease the kinks from my body
you pour white wine from the uncorked bottle
the stars wink at all the things they can see
as slowly you show your love for me
Every day is bring you daughter to work day
When you don't have daycare
and its the graveyard shift at BigToys
I go to see his cubicle where he made models
of playgrounds I might get to play on one day
He rescued me and put me in a warehouse
Atop a pile of rubber covered chains he said
I was important, take these chains
and try to see if they will bend
I found every day,
Three retirees on the bay,
While going on duty of day,
good bye to me They say,
They smile with half teeth,
Peeping out from their mouth,
As they are laughing at my mirth,
Of doing work day and night,
They waive their hands to show me,
My destination, to recall me,
My real place after last knee,
There I loose my life's plea
Last light here
Closure steers
Sad moods touch
Nothing much
Close the door
Empty core
Work day fades
Ending trade
Hard times call
Bolster gall
Touch brings hurts
Messy dirt
Such sad waste
Bitter taste
No one comes
Broken sums
In the end
Dying trends
Work brief pain
Start again
Why not ask
Beyond bask
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2019
Singapore
You seem to live in black and white
Never smile
Never laugh
You work day and night
Can't you see the world around you?
Or are you blind to the brilliant color
The yellow of the sunshine
The vibrant green of life
Happiness is bright
And sadness solemn blues
But you show no emotion
A boring life you choose
Why don't you see what I see
Why can't you genuinely smile?
I do not understand your mind
Are you color blind?
My day of rest has turned into a work day
I don't like missing out on my church routine
and interacting with friends who build me up,
not tear me down, but I am making it work
I do like sharing Sundays with those I work with
making a small part of their world better with kindness
and care, but I feel like my own world is disrupted
But sometimes compromise is needed
and right now, my choice has been taken away
I arose early with
the sound of Public radio(which I left on all night)
in my ears
got dressed
tried to
started to shave
but none of my razors were any good
Called car service
to get to work
I told him
to take me over to barber school
so I could
take a shave
$7 - a young Spanish woman gave me
a trim and a razor shave
with the towels!!
I was ready to go over and teach ESL!
who ever said sunday isn't a work day
didn't have a park nearby for sundays soap-boxers
academia, politics, sociology, philosophy, religion, you name it
they brought lecturns, stepladders, boxes and chairs to stand on
while passers-by slowed to the gather-round for lecture and debate
it was wonderful...take a book...watch the different ball games...now
it's a desk piled with books and cd's...and a keyboard to say as i please