In labors of love,
there is no day without work,
nor of God’s wages:-
Each day, labor in God’s work:
Graced with wages of his love:-
Categories:
wages, allegory, encouraging, god, inspirational,
Form: Tanka
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
Categories:
wages, america, freedom, irony, jobs,
Form: Italian Sonnet
A billion ants all march'd in line
Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry
For these poor creatures, world stops not
And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop.
A billion ants all beat 'n' broke
Their minds be torn, their souls revoked
Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust
To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust.
A billion ants whom time forgot
Exploited, wreck'd, and left to rot
They work'd their lives for scarce reward
Their souls unbless'd by love, nor lord.
Three million more seek death or dole
Becometh not more hopeless souls
Thou master scorns and leaves to rot
This dreadful world that they know not.
Categories:
wages, abuse, analogy, business, career,
Form: Rhyme
Some live life in a rage
Thinking the world is their personal stage
Refusing to turn to a new page
Dude hates what life has to give
Refusing to live
A slave to hate
Feels it is his fate
Wanting the world to feel
A moment in time stands still
Hate comes in many forms
Starting many storms
Hard to see
Here in the land of the free
Or anywhere
To be fair
Hate is there
Getting stronger everyday
Thinking it is here to stay
What makes a man hate so much
They lose touch
Hard to fight
When someone believes they are right
Puts a tear in my eye
Why must so many die
Peace, seems so far
Hard to recover from such a scar
The world rages
Dark, will be our future pages
Mankind pays the wages
For a world gone mad
So sad
My heart breaks in two
At the evil that man can do
I dont understand
Why do people follow hates marching band
Hate is growing
And it is showing
Something must be done now
I just don't know how
Wish I knew what to do
To turn hearts true
This must stop before it is too late
We need to join together to stop this fate.
Love must not lose
Up to us to choose
Hate is wrong
Same sad song
Love is the way
Let it start today
Categories:
wages, anger, corruption, destiny, lost,
Form: Rhyme
The wages of sin or so it seems
Will be earned by all but the hateless
The cost of the lost and broken dreams
Will only be paid by the fateless
Those who choose to be guided by wrath
Beware of the fate you're heading toward
And those who still walk the righteous path
Then each will receive their own reward
Categories:
wages, sin,
Form: Rhyme
How much profit
have you made
on your greed
The bursar
of hell
wants to know
How has your
avarice
lived unrestrained
A glutton
those starving
in tow
How many times
have you dealt
from the bottom
Betting
the players
were blind
Sleeving that ace
that sends
you to hell
In debt
to the devil
—consigned
(Villanova University: November, 2023)
Categories:
wages, sin,
Form: Rhyme
If you walk up to her right now
And before all eyes quickly bow,
She will you her night's bed allow;
Throughout the night address your slough,
Her lands release for you to plough,
Your rivals warm against a row,
Everything hand you but a dhow,
Because finding one knows not How...
If you walk up to her right now
And before all men act a cow
You're getting a sleek Hausa Cow.
Not in the next hour: "Right now".
It is no debate for sages:
Deserve worshipers their wages.
Categories:
wages, imagination, lust, western, women,
Form: Rhyme
A well-packaged joke
Able to ribs poke:
The enclosed in cloak
So thick y’d think Oak…
Bad Dad by Son locked,
Because Son was shocked
Dad never Mum rocked,
Her clean wages docked,
Prayers to Christ blocked,
Dreams of rescue mocked,
Bad guys round her flocked,
Monitoring head cocked,
Russian guns, two, cocked…
Jokes God did not like,
Their cracker Mark Mike:
Now limp hands round mic,
Sure he’d face God’s strike
“For now, avoid bike
And decline a hike.”
Categories:
wages, adventure, bullying, character, cry,
Form: Rhyme
The rise in prices
Price increase becomes
Price adjustment
But the rise is something different
Unlike the tide
It only rises
And never falls
It's seasonal
Just like the durian
Every year at least once
With the Financial Report
And Unlike the durian it seldom falls
If it doesn't rise
The piece of cake is smaller
Less tasty
If it falls
The cake is even smaller
And maybe changes flavour
Unlike the fall of durians
In the olden days
Which makes everybody happy
Especially the poor planters
And the gluttons
The rise in prices
Makes most of the people sad
Especially the under income
And everybody centres on the rise
Has forgotten the rise of wages
I hope one day the wages will rise too
And never fall
Categories:
wages, life, poverty,
Form: Free verse
She’s an old lady and she lives alone.
She loves her job, and we know she will not leave.
So, we cut her wages in half, told her on the phone.
She tries to act okay, but we think she’s peeved.
He’s a man who has fathered children all over town.
It is a wonder he has not been caught more with his pants down.
This guy has a lot of child support to pay,
So, we give him a terrific salary, so he will stay.
She is a ball buster, always griping about us being fair.
We want to fire her, but we do not dare.
Because she became the union rep, so that’s a no win.
I give her snide remarks, and a fake little grin.
He’s a guy who is a walking apology.
We pay him in video game tokens and iced tea.
He lives with his mother, so he doesn’t need much.
He works every weekend if we’re in a clutch.
Here is the union president back to bother me.
I have to admit he’s a moron, as you can see.
Wanting me to pay the same wages to all of them.
I would like to throw him in the pool for a big swim.
Categories:
wages, work,
Form: Rhyme
Wednesday
Sun set light shines
horizon in different colours
down pour
Thursday
Time, hustle and bustle
at mountain kum
a thin whip
Friday
Waves like rainbow
common to their smells
earth walks a bit
Saturday
Now, a morning sound
overwhelming a commotion
making it same
Sunday
However, other gusto winds
things are still happy
in this kind of company
Monday
Now, a time to familiarize,
list
and dress for the day
Tuesday
Call it an exercise
who know?
call it a tit-and-tot cockroachial.
Categories:
wages, love,
Form: Haiku
For what is a man that he do not live
His journey be only vain,unreal
Struggle out deepest woods his steps
Journey through time never ending
Walk wisely chosen,his steps unfold
Wages of Life,we pay its sacrifice
One must believe even in darkness
Fear isn't what's there but what isn't
To conquer is to achieve initiative
Demons of your soul, your making
Your killing,your bleeding
Wages of Life break even the strongest
Even in dark we take a breathe
Even our last breath we take stand
The struggle real, smoke laid cloud
We give it all even if we fall
The price we've paid to live
Wages of Life a wolf on its own
A devouring able to conquer
Categories:
wages, absence, change, courage, desire,
Form: Narrative
Princely, proud with nobility,
I fear you ride in vanity.
Host not the sword but spare thine heart,
for tomorrow you must depart.
But take heed, know my love's expense,
to sleep one night, lest hundred hence.
Take this token, that holds my soul,
that you might return safe and whole.
Categories:
wages, heartbreak, history, lost love,
Form: Lay
The new normal
Welcome to the new normal in Australia
This land of sweeping plain politicians
In the face of hot and cold situations
Getting hotter and colder
Not just here, but globally
And we supply coal to the world
Lying straight faced about meeting our targets
Well, not me, but the profit mongers
And their mates in the big bubble
Making decisions based on returns
For the polluters and the rest of the exploiters
And therein lies the solution to their new normal
System change to address climate change
Revolution is the only solution
To their profit and pollution
Revolt, now, in our millions
Categories:
wages, pollution, weather,
Form: Blank verse
Heavy the weight of evil's darkened blight.
In dread one breaks heart's vast moral compass.
Sombre regret lays seige upon my brow.
Bewitched my mind is rampant by false truths.
For vanity lays waste to vanity.
Mind's conflict changes like the river tide.
Time's fleeting torment yet today unspent.
Thoughts blossom, wilt, die, like a single rose.
Selfish vain souls repent for their own gain.
Fools barter coins at heaven's golden door.
Misguided belief plagues on lonely hearts.
Misery festers thick like winter's mist.
History repeats by foul men in rogue.
But hark the wager is already won.
Musture courage from mercy's precious gift.
To lay vigil and confess all my sin.
So when my life reaches its nat'ral end.
Be welcomed in whole by ill deserved praise.
Contest: 'Pick a Verse, Vol. 10 - Blank verse Contest'
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 02/11/2019
Categories:
wages, betrayal, depression, desire, sin,
Form: Blank verse
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