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For Them We Worked

Forgive this battery; tilt up your chin. 
You're ready now. 
Still, absent. "Help! Help!"
Life running in. Futile.

Puckered breath on silent chest.
Crushing pain and animal calls.
"Please! Please!" A familiar voice.
We work. Not for you.

You are lost, forever and complete.
Distinguished face, absent now.
Silver hair matted red and brown.
For them. We work.

Body rushed to mind's demented end.
Forgive us

the spell had worked

she grabbed her cat and began to dance
the spell had worked!
Not only was she a monarch witch
but her colors were pastel

The two things she had been dreaming about
She kissed her spell book
the cat hissed a bit at first
but she gave him a warning clench

if he wanted to stay her familiar
he had better keep up with

I Have Finally Worked Me out

I Have Finally Worked Me out.

I’m impulsive
I never stay when I want to leave
I’m annoying
They feel it, but are too polite to say.
I’m opinionated
So much so, I show my own stupidity
I’m explosive
My temper sometimes lets loose
I’m a recluse
I love being alone, in my own company
I’m scared
Mostly by things which will never happen
I’m suspicious
I trust very

I Worked In Her Shoes

I am not sure what size shoes I now wear,
it is hard to be small with skin so fair.
Wishing I was reading in a big chair
instead I wipe my eye from a big tear.
My heart smiles when others can takeover,
this wheat is heavy not light like clover.
Back breaking work not fit for any child
this hard

As If That's Ever Worked

to you who seems to think time is infinite
to you who seems so sure
the clock will stand hushed and still 
until you’re ready to press that button
i’m not sure what to say

i don’t share your delusion
yet strangely I must admit i relish
in the illusion that time might somehow hover
suspended and surreal if we so choose
to

It Worked

She threw his ashes away.
An impulsive act.
Unfortunately, I had suggested it.
As a joke.

She says it worked!
He is not haunting the house anymore.
He was her husband.
She professed to hate him.

I have one awful thought.
If she has regrets
or he finds out it was my suggestion, 
Will I be the next one that gets haunted?

My Husband Worked Graveyard Shift

I will never work the graveyard shift
Because elementary students are not awake all night.
My charges whom I persuade and uplift.
They bring me all kinds of happiness and light.

My husband worked the graveyard shift
For about a year, once upon a time, many years ago.
We had two small babies, so the real challenge was mine.
Trying to keep

Smartest Artist Who Had Worked Her Hardest

Smartest Artist Who Had Worked Her Hardest

seemed to be smartest (5)
such a fantastic artist   (7)
had tried her hardest   (5)

Five vowels than seven vowels
followed by five vowels

verified each vowel
he had been a wise old owl
much art work compile

It Worked In the Past

hello Barr
this is Woodward
would you like to talk to me 
about a new book
called Justice?
it will be fun.

Winter's Witch Worked Wicked Ways

Rejoice the end of deathly days
when winter's witch worked wicked ways.
Free from dark times we sing our praise.

Now sap flows after its long fast.
Snowdrops flare white in bright contrast.
Buds nourished, now they swell and burst.

From blackest loam to spectrum glow.
Bold blue, rich purple, bright yellow
and subtle shades of pastel show.

Aloft, we hear the 'caw-caw' cry
as

Had Worked Our Shirt

Had Worked Our Shirt

Off of our back we had worked our shirt,
And even though we did never had hurt;
Was catch;
Did stretch;
We grew out after having a growth spurt.

Jim Horn

Romantic Charm In Four Lines - This One Worked

Hey baby there's a roast in the oven
And all the dishes are done
I washed your socks and underwear
Now let's have some fun







*not for contest

We Worked Long Enough

I laugh out loud
every time I hear a politician say,
that the best way to enrich a black person's life,
is to give them a job
Give them some work to do
Labor is the way out of poverty ---
are you kidding me!
They got the nerve,
telling a black person in America
they need to work
Put the shoulder to the grinding

Two Guys I Worked With - Gone Now

Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows" - he must have been manic-depressive or bipolar or something. He'd blow up, but remained a good friend. Charlie was big, had to be 350 lbs. or 160 kg. A

Nothing Has Worked I Need Jesus

Nothing In My Life Has Worked!  I Need Jesus Now!

Many times, I feel trouble and trials at every side.
I can feel the pressure of “an evil tide.”

I’ve often lost battles and have been defeated.
I feel so empty!  Like my life hasn’t been completed.

There’s been many things in life, that I’ve tried.
But nothing has

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