Poem by: Piet Mashele
2sides
Titled : getting the get
This is the same mindset that has to be on! for a couple of days,
If you in your head its a hustle and it hurts you to wake up with a smile then Sir pony boy the bank will settle your print outs with exactly! what you give out!
Sigh of relief is to get fired up and down
So that when they clear their throats! they know ,you were only getting the get across.
~
I once met a leaf of a brilliant green
waving at me as I walked to the gate
I wanted to stop and chat for a while
but didn’t have time, it was getting late
Springtime had passed, summer was blazing
there was that leaf looking wilted and tired
I wanted to stop and chat for a while
heading to work, didn’t want to get fired
Autumn had come, the weather much cooler
that little green leaf was beginning to change
I wanted to stop and chat for a while
but a meeting was coming I had to arrange
Winter was here with a blustery welcome
I noticed the leaf on the ground in a pile
I said, “Sorry, but it was so nice to meet you”
maybe next spring we can chat for a while
~
Forever delayed
I feel like I am a thousand years old.
I am running on empty, overload.
Back aches, legs ache,
Arms ache, head-aches.
My brain is tired,
I am going to get fired,
Or find a way,
For death to be,
Forever delayed.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Never Forgotten
She's someones sister, she's someones daughter
though she thought they'd all forgot her
waking up next to guys she didn't know
head hurting from too many lines of blow
partying till the brink of dawn
wondering why her cars parked on the lawn
feeling like her life had been so unjust
the bottle was all she learned to trust
she could feel everyones icy glare
telling herself she didn't really care
knowing her boss was going to go beserk
it was the fifth time in two weeks she was late for work
scared she was going to get fired
she called in sick to get wired
this time she'd been in too long a roll
the drugs had finally taken their toll
at the funeral no one had forgotten her
she was someones sister , she was someones daughter
Making the Most of Old Age
By Elton Camp
Get old enough and you needn’t work anymore
For what you want, there’s more time than before
Should I now sit on my porch in a chair and rock
Maybe occasionally take a stroll around the block
Spend the day at the senior center to eat and yack
Any spark of creativity or unpopular opinion lack
Now that I am financially more secure and retired
And needn’t worry I’ll do something to get fired
What I say, write or do is now entirely up to me
It’s too tough if people don’t like what they see
As if a kindly old man, don’t me try to disallow
But say, “I sure wonder just what he’s up to now.”
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.