Colleague Work Poems | Examples
These Colleague Work poems are examples of Work poems about Colleague. These are the best examples of Work Colleague poems written by international poets.
are you pho real?
there is an overwhelming consensus
i had to ask
two people had told me they hate all soups
'it's just water and soggy food.'
'slop in a bowl.'
'looks like dish water.'
what kind of reaction is this?
the varieties found online are incredible
i am stewing -
on hearing this, a colleague said to me,
'it's like your gf leaving u for another bloke
only for her to hang around your house for
a few more days.'
i said to him,
'it's not like that at all.'
I want suggestions she tells me
She is a colleague at my work.
I finally make some reluctantly.
they won’t work, she says. they won’t work!
Presenting a problem as a ‘challenge’ instead,
Keeping dashboards all green when they should be all red,
Hear a piece of bad feedback that a colleague may give,
Flip it round in a second, calling him ‘negative’.
Turn a deaf ear or blind eye to an issue or two,
Just so long as the issues can’t trace back to you,
Set the team stupid deadlines till they’re all pretty pissed,
But then make that a positive, cause you’re an optimist.
I often moan about my job,
a certain colleague, and my boss -
I wish I didn't have to go
to work (I wouldn't mourn its loss).
Without a job I'd be quite skint;
it puts the money in the bank -
I think of that and carry on
(unsure of what or whom to thank).
written 9th November for Julia's Unrest of Spirit contest
Genteel and articulate,
An inspiration you have been.
Loyalty and Passion
In you, we have seen.
Rising through ranks,
Sweat blood all this while.
Making your way,
Through every test and trial.
It's about time,
To graciously pass the baton.
Leaving a legacy,
That we'll now build upon.
Your cabin walls,
Will confine you no more.
You're set free,
To venture and to explore.
Nostalgia lingers,
As we bid adieu.
Happy 2nd innings Sir,
A new life awaits you!
WORK
Wonder what they learned in preschool
Obviously it wasn’t playing nice
Rarely can you trust a colleague
Kindness always has a price
How To Look Busy at Work
By Elton Camp
When quitting time is still an hour away
If you don’t want to work any more that day
There’s a neat little trick I learned long ago
That lets you goof off but nobody will know
Just walk around, occasionally stop and stand
Be certain you have a clipboard in your hand
Then rove your eyes through the office all around
Stop to write while you shake your head & frown
Nobody will question an activity that’s so grim
Out of fear that you may be writing about them
What you’re doing, even your super won’t ask
He suspects his boss is gonna take him to task
Remember occasionally to put a new page on top
Attempts to look over your shoulder that’ll stop
They all suspect that, for the CEO, you’re a rat
So are afraid to make you mad because of that
When a colleague isn’t called in, that’s a relief
And that you were working increases his belief
Each will think that you did an excellent job
As you didn’t report him, but some other slob
your voice now silent
never to see you smile again
you left us heartbroken
unprepared
shocked to silence
we remember
your laughter and your
“I can go on attitude”
never complaining
just being you
even when fighting
this battle
we'll never know why
you had to leave us so soon
we'll always wonder
we'll always have questions
God knew your journey was complete
when He selected the perfect rose for His garden today---
IN LOVING MEMORY OF A FRIEND AND COLLEAGUE,
MICHELLE SCHULTZ 26092011
We, at BABS miss you already
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Early this morning, as I walking down to my lesson
I passed my Irish colleague returning from a Shakespearean session
Perhaps still thinking about the Bard, the King and the fool
As he gingerly traversed the minefield that is Simba School.
Oh! Mines and missiles inundate this scholastic terrain
And on one’s agility do place much physical strain
For teachers must side-step discarded bags and litter
Or the ballistic speed of some gossip-crazed critter.
Such is the volatility and unpredictability on this battleground
That careless missilery does ruthlessly abound
Ready for another, untimed, dubious, un-aimed at launch
That might sock our Economist upon his paunch.
Of course, primitive methods, such as those David used
Might upon our historian or accountant be abused
As a bag-load of books might catapult through the air
And catch you on the forehead, full and square.
It’s a battleground, this, the halls of Simba School
Where “badly-uniformed” guerillas vociferously rule!