They’re calm, they’re cool
They never play the fool
Their confidence unshaken
Gotta keep their reputation
These goats of the mountain
Drink from the youth fountain
‘Cause they never seem to age
Their eternal beauty takes the stage
They have so much resilience
With money they’re just so brilliant
Their jobs are quite cathartic
‘Cause these folks are workaholics
Professionally they’re royalty
They look down on disloyalty
They’re CEOs, there’s quite a few
When they’re dressed up, it’s quite the view
Full of worldly ambition
They’re always on a mission
Disciplined and poised
They got boom in their voice
The children of Saturn
You’ll see a certain pattern
They take awhile to open their hearts
They’re slow to open up from the start
Although they might be stoic
They’re actually quite heroic
Capricorns will leave their mark
So don’t ever kill their spark
Categories:
workaholics, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
sleep something away
thing trades day ~ that's slept away
e'er slept day away
to burn the candle
at both ends ~ workaholics
early grave earners
sleepover at friends
or your place ~ white Lab/doghouse
spare room o'er garage.
to let sleeping dogs
lie ~ let go say no more ~ OR
stir the fire and burn
to go to bed with
the chickens mean early to
bed early to rise
to sleep with fishes
gangster talk ~ murder dump in
body of water
Categories:
workaholics, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.
In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors. “I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.
I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (‘political science’), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.
I envy those defectors, I pity those defectors, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.
Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.
Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
Categories:
workaholics, humor, school, student, work,
Form: Free verse
The Song Of A Poet
(Dedicated To Amirah Akilu)
The song of the rain
Preaching us to farm
And be workaholics!
The song from the stream
Administer us to refresh our life
For being good and aesthetic!
The song voices by the birds
Is the most beautiful and sexy
How that it could be?
'Tis twirling lights tonight
And even when the sun born the rays
O! They sing to crown-molding!
I'm gleeful for being with you
As the preacher of our thatches area —just
To make our togetherness in the future
What is life when feud friended?
Life wouldn't be continued murmuring
But it will be in a regular retrogression.
Have mercy to each other
And not forget about the Almighty God
In any colour you blink thy eyes
Stand very chubby for His shaping
Because one day it will be no more
And it will slip away in your life.
© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
Categories:
workaholics, hyperbole,
Form: Didactic
living without love is a full-time job
a difficult task to accomplish
yet as workaholics we manage
through daily practice
we achieve mastery
fools we are
Categories:
workaholics, love, pain,
Form: Free verse
It’s not hard work that kills a man,
But overwork shortens lifespan.
Indolence also does the same,
No work sure makes a person lame.
Many, in order to gain clout,
Work so hard, they wear themselves out.
Taking regular time to rest,
helps us to perform at our best.
Better to wear out than rust out,
Is what the workaholics shout.
Rest is for the lazy they say,
Until their body makes them pay.
Slow down and you would farther go,
To the overwork urge, say no.
Make time for God, family, friends,
While there’s still time to make amends.
If you’re caught up in the rat race
It's time to slow down your pace.
Material wealth is not worth the chase,
Take time to enjoy God’s daily grace.
Categories:
workaholics, family, health, life, race,
Form: Rhyme
Annoying Annalise does whatever she can to bother her class.
Smoke and mirror she uses are loud, annoying, and a little crass.
Her teacher is beyond knowing exactly what to do.
Annalise has been bothering people since the age of two.
She wants attention, but her parents are workaholics who are busy.
They are in enough sports and 10K runs to make you an athlete dizzy.
Annalise gets so little attention at home, she goes nuts at school.
Poking, prodding, slapping, sticking, following no golden rule.
Teachers have encouraged Annalise’ parents to get her into softball.
There are too many games already, and more scheduled for fall.
Games for her mom and her dad, in the family one and two.
Annalise wants attention from someone, so annoying is what she’ll do.
Categories:
workaholics, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Battery hens
Caged in and made to try and fit in
Give us a break
Freedom is scarce
The world aghast
Nothing but routine, disordered order and disappointment
Imagine rain clouds moving past
Pretty for outsiders
But inside is dark, full of woe
Normal is not normal
Life, unimaginable by workaholics and city goers
Carry on with your day
Amidst the pain
Find joy
Amongst the sorrow and disorientation
Stay in tact
Let go, but moving on is unnecessary
Categories:
workaholics, anger, angst, depression,
Form: Free verse
Breaking news
the new generation
has cured that
dreadful disease
which afflicted most
baby boomers
Indeed
workaholics
are a thing of the past
mind you…
they’ve been replaced
by game-aholics
but let’s focus
on the positive…
workaholism is cured
and a thing of the past
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on May 9, 2019
Categories:
workaholics, addiction, age, health, time,
Form: Free verse
You are as stupid as me, I can see that crystal clear now. That is why I liked you in the first place, I get that. But knock if off now, please. Why wouldn't you be the wiser one? I am not into doing all the hard work on my own indefinitely.
Categories:
workaholics, change, longing, summer, work,
Form: Prose Poetry
Poem for Workaholics
How boring will be work ?
If you don't at all shirk!
Have no time for friends?
You go out of trends!
Work is worship!
A karmic ship!
Earns you living
With great zing,
Talents explore
To fame galore,
Head and heart
Start to smart,
Morning till evening
Is it your only being ?
Running so fast
ahead of the love ?
Aren't you a surgeon
In want of glove ?
Can only work be life?
Can it be your wife?
Can it be your kids?
Can it be best friends?
Work is to please,
Not to appease,
Work is to acquire
Till you retire,
Don't make it your life
Else you strife,
Under work overload
You sure will explode,
Hold your head up,
Take a pause,
A loud laugh,
Find her link
One sweet wink,
Use some wit
Stress will split,
Take a break,
Have some fun,
A small picnic,
A secret meet,
Love will greet !
Life is beyond,
Not a frog's pond !
Work is a jerk,
Love is a perk !
You are not for work,
Work is for you !
Written on 31/7/14
Entered in contest ' A poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11 '
On August 28th, 2014 sponsored by PD A
Categories:
workaholics, addiction,
Form: Free verse
What of loving oneself?
Ponder three allusions
and think through self-love...
Thou shall not kill ever,
don't take what is not yours,
neither should you deceive.
So say I to you -
you, workaholics -
Don't put your own life
in the grave working
eighty-hour work weeks.
Don't rob yourself
of the pleasure
of true success -
a job well done.
Hear me out!
never lie
to yourself
seeking
fickle
praise.
Categories:
workaholics, jobs, love, self,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Daddy’s a workaholic...
But what about the hospital stay... the loss of blood,
his ashen dignity
Slight prate about moving into a veteran’s home
Only in his young eighty’s
Workaholics don’t quit
Laboring healthward
So the tiller cranks for cultivating
and the garden is sown,
yet during it's interval of growth
he’s... vigorously active
delivering the ‘elderly’ to appointments
While taking pride in saplings
he's gathering and transporting the yield
And I, plop down on my patio swing
imbibing a cappuccino
Thinking “What a ‘workaholic’ my daddy is”!
Categories:
workaholics, father, health, on work
Form: Free verse