Short Workday Poems
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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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
~ 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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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!
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
Form:
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.
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.
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)
The lack of a single-word inflammable
in our lanterns is what is killing me
this morpheme
A single workday for all
Inflammables is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many adages
to have passed through the garments
Previously on this shriek they put
a peartree back together wrong
after its demise
Something
there was in the syphon
Poor tree could feel it in his bonsai
On the job he sits at his desk all day
The boss is gone? He flew the coop!
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it'll soon be gone
We work all week, plus some over- time
At the beauty shop, his wife in style
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it will soon be gone
One of these days, I’ll run this show
I will be rich! Pockets full of rolls
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it'll soon be gone
Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done
Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles
Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's business: contracts, loans
Timepiece now won't move at all
Maidens gone ~ my tears, they fall
~ Iambic Heptameter ~