Life Work Poems

When one hits pay-dirt
How far can this go

The thrill in success is habit forming
Success becoming currency of the day’s blo'

Materialism playing a heavy hand as...

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a freshly mown lawn
     the clippings become new mulch
          the grass will...

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We are spring plants
Stretching towards the sunlight,
There is no excuse for "I can't"s
If we strive and don't lose sight
We will bloom and produce fruit
As long...

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They bore the winds of time
as they rose from arid lands.
They sun poked past one peak
while my work crew waited
to move to another place on...

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Oh, hail the champions of the couch potato throne,  
Whose true inspiration is laziness alone!  
From the depths of sloth, great inventions arise,...

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   poets !

poétesses !!

be vigilant

about word    a
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Mr. Smith sat tiredly, long hours at his desk,
by an old vacation photo, picturesque,
and a stack of papers; another twelve-hour day,
slowly, draining his lonely life...

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We think that by keeping busy
and having a million and one things to do,
the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us.

By keeping our...

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A writer's challenge
Is like any artist's…

A many sided coin flipped.

Feel, see, hear, dream
Sweats tasted, presenting pasts 

Saw, felt, heard, and dreamt
Bringing future in to bear.

Not...

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The sun my awakening
a strip of asphalt shimmers
off somewhere in Nebraska
hundreds of miles from home.

Sandhills seen for the first time
I look at them with eyes...

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Birth is a common denominator,
Where the journey begins anew,  
In the cradle of dreams and laughter,  
Life's canvas awaits you.  

Age humbles...

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The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day

Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the...

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When love is working,
hate is busy challenging;
faith, busy winning:-

Where love is working,
melting away all despair,
hate is as ice in the sun:-

In labors of love,
injustice is...

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Every work we have
Is measured in gold in heaven.
Everything we do here,
Is tried by fire to know what material we are made of
Is your material...

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What is sin?
Sin is doing your own will
It is called the serpent seed
Which is within you from the very beginning.
The serpent seed is the seed...

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