My alarm clock wails
I bury under covers
Then work buries me
After Angella Voras-Hills
fallen green apples here and there
at a dead end, the yard is
where in the story lies an
ending, the life I lead an illusion
a collage along the road of
broken houses bathed in light
a quiet moment, a lament when
the day bleeds into colors
and all my realities and dreams connect
There is an illusion of light when the colors connect.
from an Angela Voras-Hills poem.
(Golden Shovel Form)
While adults are bound by the obligation of work
The children get caught in the routine of school
All are engaged through the days of the work week
To earn a living or prepare for the work life ahead
After the weekend of rest, fun, and labour
The body is forced back into that same routine
Obeying the sequence of those who created the order
Made to ensure unchallenged control of humans
Organ grinder
Meat grinder
Bump-and-grind
The workday grind
Get up, get out of bed
Drag a comb across my head
Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming --
Go to work
Pour the coffee
Water the plants
Sharpen some pencils
Head for the water cooler
Trade some stories...gossip a bit
Stall...stall...stall...and stall some more...
Get to the meeting on time
Look engaged
Back to my cubby
And then:
What's this? A poem?
A what? A poem!
A poem appears
comes flying from my fingers
onto the keyboard
up on the screen
read... saved... printed …
posted on social media... 'liked'
All over the internet
Gone viral
I'm a thing
a downright event!
Yeah, sure I got canned
Of course...
Know anyone looking for a new poet?
December 03, 2019
Predictable Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Arose before dawn
Smelled the coffee
Fed my dog
Worked in a workout
Showered and dressed
Drove ahead of the pack
First in the building
Dove headfirst into work
Developed and crunched concepts
Made calls and commitments
Met people shook hands
Exchanged and grew trusts
Followed through and advanced
Checked up on progress
Oiled wherever needed
Jumped inevitable hoops
Made sure all were pleased
Refused all distractions
Did the best that I could
Stayed focused and faithful
Performance objectives achieved
Was a well oiled machine
Turned off the lights
Drove home in the dark
Quantified the day
Satisfied with exception
Smiles were mostly obligatory
Heart remained disengaged
Were you my reward
At the end everyday
The brass ring I reach for
Would transform into gold
Cut excess work-time
Embark in joyful productivity
Blessed forevermore creating with you
Fed my dog
Fed me
Said my prayers
Went to bed
lay clothes fall, hit the bedroom floor,
as do those indentured servants bound to my chest.
yawning tears puddle, blur optical lenses,
amble senselessly toward the cookies and chips.
denial as blinds open and close near tv set.
chills before wine sets in and cozy socks settle the argument.
2/19/2019
seven thirty eight
chirping in the prying light
library lowing
10/10/2018
A writer, a poet or even journalist would understand and know,
You can not wait for the muse to take over and words to just flow,
But life keeps you busy with work and all sorts of things to do,
You have limited time for leisurely things that belong to you.
We fall into habits to strive for that time for our postings to take flight,
Next thing you know you are staying up at all costs through the night,
Tonight, I bid my audience and comrads an early night and an adieu,
I need to rest my head and eyes that I am most surely overdue.
**but I had a glorious day outside..most of the day outside..
and an interview!
should not complain I did that national wildlife week one today
and the animal pictures took forever to find and do
Work Is Hard to Find
When you have to spend
All your time
Studying as a poor college student
Day in and Day out
Never knowing where
You will be going
Or the path that lies ahead for you
You are grateful
That you have three meals a day
Even if you get them
By government loans
When you do not own a car
Or have any say in the way
That your life is because
The government decides for you
How much they think
You do or do not need in loans
All based on your parent’s income
They do not know about their bills
Or the pressure they have
It kills them late at night when they are sleeping
It haunts you too when you are weeping
However, there is hope if you make it
Taking the long route in college for there are grants to be given
You wake up one morning and there is
Enough money to cover all your costs in the fall
Although I can not count on it and the fear
Is here approaching
That Obama will disappoint us all
Another day breaks
Bursting upon the sky
Changing colors which enter the eye
Dangers disappear as light it grows
Erasing the fears
Fear of the crows
Gentle breezes too begin to blow
Happy noises begin to grow
Into this world I now must step
Just in time for meetings kept
I but worry keeping my mind on time
Hurring now through the day
Giving away my life and time
Fearing now those who before
Envisioned thoughts in the mind
Dreaming and fearing coming dark
Changing colors which enter the eye
Broken now with a deep sigh
Another day has passed me by
Beauty desoliving about me now
Crows wings spreading covering the ground
Destroying the freedom that was found
Everyone runs quick to hide
From this terror now residing outside
Given to fears that were once before
Hidden within the sun
Into a house they all will run
Happy tunes no more to be sung
Gratitude sold for a beer
Fleeting moments gone with the sun
Expound the increase
Daylight hours again shall be found
Caring again shall abound
Beauty shall open unto me
Another day dawns revealing the ground
the first hint of a shiver
running down my spine
I look to see what caused it
but the meaning of it still hides
the following day
it hits again
with a force
that could not be reckoned
by morning I am a mess
with a pounding head i stress
should I spend the day in bed
or face the day ahead
the thought of bed
stays in my head
but oh what will my boss say
if I stay at home instead?
clambering out of bed I say
"a long day it will be today!"
within the hour I knew that i was right
constant sympathy "oh gosh, are you alright?"
my bed all day, it calls me
beckoning me home
reluctantly I turn back round.
to do the work that I now hold
When five o clocks comes around
Well, I've never moved so fast
Settling back into bed, what a relief
With a bit of luck please let this bug pass
As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door
I'm trying to get up that ladder, but i got both feet tied
I'm trying to make people happier, so Ive become accustomed to lies
of course i, would love to use my foresight and make a means to the end
but I'm forced by, my short sight, to make the same mistakes again
now i toss and turn
lying in my bed feeling confined
dreaming for what i yearn,
hoping i can start again one day at a time
On the job he sits at his desk all day
The boss is gone? He flew the coop!
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it'll soon be gone
We work all week, plus some over- time
At the beauty shop, his wife in style
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it will soon be gone
One of these days, I’ll run this show
I will be rich! Pockets full of rolls
Tapping fingers ‘til the day is done
He'd better watch out, it'll soon be gone
On this day her touch
Simply will not suffice
So Glenlivet tall
Poured over ice
Pure tan healing
After a day too long
Comfort revealing
From 86 strong
We Go Inside The Fence For Every Shift,
We Pray It’s Safe, Peaceful And Swift.
We Put Up With Inmates, Convicts,
Administration & The Rest.
We Pray Each Day To Do Our Best.
We Have A Thin Line That We Must Walk,
With Courage From God, We Shall Not Balk.
Each Day We Put Ourselves In Harm’s Way,
So Our Family & All Have A Safer Day.
This We Do, To Better The World You See,
For We’re The Officers Of The D. O. C.
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