Short Workday Poems

shorter workday -
I catch a brief shower
of silver rain...

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seven thirty eight
chirping in the prying light
library lowing

10/10/2018...

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a glass
of water
was
like
a 
workday
I
would
die
of thirst


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kira-marie-mccullough.com...

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On this day her touch
Simply will not suffice
So Glenlivet tall 
Poured over ice

Pure tan healing 
After a day too long
Comfort revealing
From 86 strong...

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 p o o p e d

laptops   workbooks  schoolagers

out.      weekend is here

Saturday workday from home

a tenuous reader stoops 


3/20/2020
stoops - yields, submits...

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Will you serenade me
  with your sweetest smile
Help me breeze through
  every workday turnstile

Will you dance with me too
  past all the startled looks
Of curmudgeons and drones
  with their heads in their books...

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Work
so hard
morning, noon
night before sleep
reward is so unsatisfactory.
Wake up in the morning ready for work
have my breakfast
plan my day
to do
list.
Now
ready 
start workday 
review my list
prioritize my work for the day; smart....

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No more getting up too early
   Brain half-fuzzy, bedroom whirly
Mood-a-combo: grumpy-surly
   Boarding workday's hurly-burly

Thanks to virus, I sleep late
   Linger long in bed and wait
'Til the clock strikes half-past-eight
   My new workday sure is great...

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Evening bells chime in the steeple
  Merry villagers doff their workday masks
Like schoolchildren, not yet grown-up people
  Untethered from their joyless tasks  


One's a druggist; another a clerk
  All count the minutes 'til five 
Matters not where they work
  The hour of freedom's arrived...

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lay clothes fall, hit the bedroom floor,
as do those indentured servants bound to my chest.
yawning tears puddle, blur optical lenses,
amble senselessly toward the cookies and chips.
denial as blinds open and close near tv set.
chills before wine sets in and cozy socks settle the argument.

2/19/2019...

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Struggling to get out of bed,
The thought  of work fills me with dread.
If only I didn't have to go,
But if I don't no more cash flow.

I walk in the door and head to the clock,
Slide my card and start the tick-tock.
Another workday has begun,
I'm hoping it's a good one.

2016
I wrote this shortly before retiring....

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i wake in the night to find its only
2:30 am
Four hours left to sleep thank god
I hear your sleepbreathing next to me
I ease out of bed for a walk around
and then back in
to your warmth
the scent of you
Four hours left to be here in the night with you
the exhausted agony 
of the workday eased
by the prize at the end 
bed with you...

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~ Day's sealed ~

The sun's made its turn
   Farmer's chores almost done
It's afternoon's downside
   Kick back, stretch and yawn  

Afternoon heat shimmers
   over cornstalks and hay
Nearing the end 
   of another workday

Gather up some stray eggs
   Feed the cows one last meal
The shadows now long
   Come sunset ~ day's sealed...

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Leaving home for work one day
  serenaded by a tuneful jay

Walking down a garden lane
  once more came his sweet refrain

Glancing over my right shoulder
  my friend was following, ever bolder

His song emblazoned on my mind
  the blue jay crooned with voice so kind

That as I opened my workday door
  I regretted that he sang no more...

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5 AM – bright neon buzz breaks my silent deep,
push the blue button and coffee appears
to chase ruddy Mars and red tails that hypnotize,
butter my slick way through the city
as greasy grey pillows choke the nose
until I arrive, reach the flashing violet eyes
that signals batteries charged, device ready
my workday begins and another purple sleep...

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I work in a factory 10 hours a day 7 days a week the money I make is not enough to pay 
debts. But somehow someway it gets me through I live day by day sometimes I don’t see 
how. So I put faith in Jesus he always makes a way when we don’t see one. I love him and 
thank him always for being there and never letting me down. Thanks Jesus for everything....

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Dreamy dish
Lavish list
Gainful gist
Workday wish


Query quest
Ask apt aid
Pleasure paid
Boom buzz best


Blossom bright
Write words well
Treasure tell
Reap rich right


Move mind map
Feelings frame
Beyond blame
Troubles tap


Sanguine style
Thinking takes
Mindful makes
Sensuous smiles




Leon Enriquez
24 September 2017
Singapore...

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I watch the gardeners at work 
And as they rake and mow
I wonder, when their workday ends,
About where they all go.

I doubt if they have homes with lawns
As lush as those they tend 
Or flower beds like ones to which
Their talents they do lend.

It's possible the only place
Their spirits may be buoyed
By what they do is at the sites
To which they've been employed....

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While adults are bound by the obligation of work 
The children get caught in the routine of school 
All are engaged through the days of the work week 
To earn a living or prepare for the work life ahead

After the weekend of rest, fun, and labour 
The body is forced back into that same routine 
Obeying the sequence of those who created the order 
Made to ensure unchallenged control of humans...

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Prize merry moods
Savvy and good


Cafes and bars
Welcome on par


Style mellows flair
In cocktail air


Sip on your drink
Here on the brink


A liquid fare
With buffet wares


Happy hours here
Sip booze that cheers


In fond free flow
Watch liquor show


Chew on tit-bits
Alcohol wit


Workday is done
Now for some fun




Leon Enriquez
04 January 2018
Singapore...

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Another workday
at the community college
    I taste the 
day as it unrolls
          Students, professors walking 
around
   Equations on a board
    Dull day 
Bu suddenly - a flash of poetry on the internet enlightens!
   Words are so powerful 
If carefully wrought
  Life can kick on down 
But poetry can lift one 
    into new realms of thinking 
     New dawns, new loves
Poetry - peace - energy - joy!...

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Crickets chirping in a still night
cool breeze on a summers day
not a sarcastic word not a fight
spending a day in a loving way

Watching the birds play
singing their song
kill the memory of a workday
no need to be strong

A long night of good talks
secrets shared without worries
ending in midnight walks
all while telling stories

No worries 
No pressures to detect
no sorry
that would be perfect...

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Come to me
    in silence
share with me
    your self
and I’ll give you
    my self.

Be with me
    during starry nights
when Mars and the Moon
    ride their chariots
    across the Heavens
while we ride each other
    from dusk to dawn.

Think of me
    when we’re separated
by this 9 to 5 workday world
    knowing that
I think of you
    constantly and consistently
    each day, each hour, each minute....

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We Go Inside The Fence For Every Shift,
We Pray It’s Safe, Peaceful And Swift.

We Put Up With Inmates, Convicts, 
Administration & The Rest.
We Pray Each Day To Do Our  Best.

We Have A Thin Line That We Must Walk,
With Courage From God, We Shall Not Balk.

Each Day We Put Ourselves In Harm’s Way,
So Our Family & All Have A Safer Day.

This We Do, To Better The World You See,
For We’re The Officers Of The D. O. C....

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After Angella Voras-Hills


fallen green apples here and there
at a dead end, the yard is
where in the story lies an
ending, the life I lead an illusion
a collage along the road of
broken houses bathed in light
a quiet moment, a lament when
the day bleeds into colors
and all my realities and dreams connect 


There is an illusion of light when the colors connect.
from an Angela Voras-Hills poem.

(Golden Shovel Form)
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