Short Workers Poems
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Haiku
anthills in the fields
super colonies built by
thousands of workers;
Ramakrishna Chowdary Jasti
03Aug2014
Why do postal workers have a hard time changing jobs??
They are always thinking "In the box... In the box... In the box!!"
Men walk and women stroll.
Bosses putt and workers bowl.
Do we jump into our pigeonhole
or are we pushed into playing a role?
the boss should listen
acknowledge and respect everyone
show integrity and fairness
not show favoritism
so he can retain workers
workers sans respite
diligent leaf cutters ants ~
stripping bare a tree
Date written: 03/07/2022
Hank was a maker of stilts
and sold stunning quilts.
Trade was a success
but caused folks duress
when workers on stilts wore kilts.
Obedience
Nonchalant workers
unfazed by nature’s vista
contently labour
accepting their condition;
ageless Mount Fuji silent.
peter thiel almost un-real, wants to link
His workers, to the buzzing field.'
The pc-screen; mind.' This
Matter is so cruelly
Obscene.!
Obsessive workers in their seat
An.al about documents neat
Choose never to rush
Or the toilet to flush
Unless the paperwork's complete
Daylight savings time was for farmers
But its demise is now on the brink
Whether to keep it or let it go
I wonder what Big Ben workers think?
Believe you me, are business workers
dealing in raw flesh and bones
but they are often broke
because consumers exist not
in this world of flesh
Built with rusted steel
Steel mined by the workers’ hands
Faceless above crowds
An angel not from the blue
But built with man’s blood and hope
Hats off to heroes
Health care workers of the world
Heads bowed, we thank you
Who put yourselves in harm's way
Angels in scrubs, gloves, and masks
I saw the workers come out today
They’re from New England
Four seasons in the year
They came clipping flowers
Some saved for the next year no doubt
Flying souls, adrift
in a sea of silver clouds.
Their wings brushing God,
carrying prayers to Heaven;
messengers for the faithful.
A clerk nags her workers all day
Until her face got stuck in some clay
Knew pottery was produce
She called for a truce
Then gave them a joyful playday
To hoard large pots in the biz game
They’ll say immigrants’ only aim
To grab workers’ cash!
This augments the stash
The fattest cats normally claim
Lo, coffee breaks can be broken.
Mission impossible, to wit
Negaholics manage the show,
Often bad-mouthing managers.
Plans to relax workers is foiled.
The nerd invented a special chip
His co-workers called him a clueless dip
But the chip took-off
Which gave them a cough
Now they're staying clued to his hip
When mummifying the Egyptians saved
Organs a plenty, the workers raved.
Threw out the brain
Kept heart with the grain
Organs were preserved with body engraved.
theyer no mean
we work as a team
no matter it may seen
theyer alert
and not jerks
they no there stuff
never get decuss
but they are sreacher
MY
COED WORKER
Form:
*Image of Dali's Time Clock by Pixabay.
spent time
most workers are clock watchers who die by the hours ~ then clock out and live
2021 December 19
clocks decided to slow Friday down
did it in every office all over town
office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour
the clocks felt respected, loved their power
BEES
social
arthropods
each with its own task
most of them are workers
drones mate the queen to lay eggs
"a union discord can't discard"
Happy birthday, Sister Lorie,
Heavy traffic is a problem;
The workers are in a hurry,
The vehicles are in column.
Topic: Birthday of Lorie V. Pasicolan (April 02)