Workforce Poems | Examples

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Premium Member retirement

no foreseen outlook
workforce today slim pickings
as places close doors

Operation Dinosaur

Operation Dinosaur 
Will had helped our Processor 
Workforce says this is too old!
And this isn't our fault!

This website is very rigid
Old and new 
Transforming, bridge it 

But will you be building 
New website 
With old technology
When the content and the data 
Modern human apology

Updatedness of data 
The quality of content
Be how, excuse me, gotta
And what is in this sense event 

Feel sorry for your attention
Feel dodgy at weird domes 
Shall easy be comprehension
And shall be the garden gnomes

I am the Force

The Master is resource 
Not me 
I do my service for a fee
I am neither client 
Nor workforce
I ain't the source
I am the Force
I'm Source

This faulty government of yours
Attempts my Navy to coerce

I'll use the force

I swear 
I will use the Force

And I won't have any remorse
For this
As such the function is Defense
We bear not fall to offense 

Contingent plan ruins prediction
I rather do prefer the fission
I want to change subject of the indiction
I wanna drop specific firms the box

Says Ox

Addressing the vocabulary
Of the Journalism

So what's your algorithm 

VS complexity of Army
Your cyber isn't really way
To farming 

I believe

Shall you be giving all to them
And feel yourself  as modest servant

If church implant within your SERVICE
Determined as the diversant


Premium Member Walking On Eggshells

Walking On Eggshells 
I’m not putting up with this s###
Always offended 
Always the one in the workforce 
Always playing the victim 
Troublemaker 
Just downright stubborn 
Treading on water 
Walking on eggshells 
Anything to set them off 
Push them over the edge 
Your fired 
Looking for the negative attention 
Feed their insecurities 
Probably in their 40’s and 50’s 
They need to retire 
Put on a happy face retard 
I don’t have time for this 
Childish behaviors 
Put your big boy pants on 
Stop whining and complaining 
Grow up 
And get to work 
I can’t wipe your ass forever 
Do the work your-self

Workforce


So they have decided, 
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction, 
My benefits should stop, 
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough, 
You've had a long spell of time to recharge, 
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit, 
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit, 
You have no excuses, 
We will give you a call, 
Your stories no different, 
It happens to us all, 


I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew, 
Losing your dignity, 
Morals and you,
Losing body functions, 
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start, 
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.

Premium Member Breaking News: Fragments of Today

A Found Poem from the Bing Homepage

Earns record-breaking medal,
a boxer apologizes, is sad,
wins US Senate primary.

Campaign raises $138.7M,
to lay off 15% of workforce,
US launches antitrust probe.

Child sex abuse sentence,
Utah abortion ban halted,
net neutrality rules blocked.

Rain showers,
a Christian petition rebuking,
conservative attacks receive thousands.

50 icons famous after they died,
Charlamagne tha God on racial attacks,
'I don’t give a damn.'

The 1-ingredient upgrade for eggs,
complete fantasy,
a Western movie brutally assessed.

Egyptian women’s beach volleyball team,
slams French hijab ban after Olympic match,
Kamala Harris's lucky break.


Premium Member Biography of Marina - a birthday poem for my mum

Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.

Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****).
Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns,
Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done!

Went off to college at Melbourne Uni,
Made friends, stole a goat and earned a degree.
Entered the workforce for airliner doomed,
Later a teaching position assumed.

Married a beardy fresh in from Hungry
(also a Russian circuitously)...
Moved to the suburbs - East of the border,
Had a few children (not in that order).

Two in-laws out back, who helped with offspring,
Replaced by her mum, who started writing.
Son and two daughters, she raised to adult,
Some better than others - not all her fault.

Each offspring took flight, with their other half.
All but the youngest, who forged her own path.
Some grandkids were born, they grew up a bit,
Throw in some church stuff and that's about it.

Pill Caddy Days

No longer in the workforce
big changes to my ways,
not something I am use to
my life, a brand new phase.

Lots of time, but no money,
a tricky lifestyle maze
the months, they change, seem swiftly
in my sedentary haze.

Must look for a solution
perhaps some games to play
as hours pass, they're fleeting,
my pill caddy tracks the days!

Premium Member Dancing Till Dawn




Ah, I remember those smashing
days when I was dancing till dawn!
Refusing to be a workforce pawn.

It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face!
I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life.
Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace.

Being wild,did agree with me.
Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous,
Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea.

Confetti-like, touching , steamy romances.
Meeting eccentric people from all nations
Learning, international, amazing dances.

Most people's lives follow a boring straight line.
Mine was and still is an escalating spiral path 
Of colored, metallic, ribbons rising to the sky.

Nothing about it was ever dull norever orthodox.
I cherished each hour never did I once.
Run my life by societal rules or the face of a clock!

Full of international sounds andjoyous souls.
What a great life God has given gave me!
Now these joyous times with pen,I can transpose!

A free soul,I am till the day that Iexpire.
But perhaps~God might send me a spare tire?

A few more Bossa Nova years to
be with you.
In harmony and rhythm, just more
Samba and going to Rio!



March 6, 2024

Premium Member Vacation

Release from stressful workforce

Premium Member You Name It

The classic names of nursing homes
    make me want to puke and groan

  How about 'Celestial Gardens?'
    great place to dump your 'burden'

  Then there's 'Sunset Terrace'
    at sundown, for embalming they prepare us

  Good old 'Live the Moment,' of course
    where they put octogenarians in the workforce

  Not to forget sparkling 'Milky Way'
    careful what they put in your 'tay'

  Yet there is a certain appeal to a fancy-name place
    ~ if you delight in the extinction of the human race

Premium Member Hispanic Panic

When I go outside and see the homeless, I see one thing,
There are no homeless Hispanics and yet, 
There is a Hispanic Panic amongst those who are paranoid

From the abuelitas selling taquitos to artists hawking cartoon portraits, street vendors were hustling long before the pandemic. But they are being forced to adjust even more due to the downturn caused by COVID-19.

Mexican merchants are struggling to keep their
Food Truck small businesses, LA Street Vendor’s, are not pan-handlers
For goodness’ sake, buy KEEP-SAKES!

In an era where more of our workforce is in the informal economy with zero protections and safety nets for emergencies 
LA Street Vendor Campaign demonstrates how local solutions 
can scale up and reach thousands of precarious workers 
across Los Angeles and beyond.

Boring Poem 2023 a Reflection of Thoughts

Eminem dissed Will Smith, no slap there, 
Chris Rock did it, Will went spare 

The Golden Globes returns to air, 
just like each year we don’t care. 

Harry’s crying, ginger spare, 
William the third, got no hair

Idaho murders, psycho glare 
climate change, heated air 

Striking workforce everywhere 
underpaid now that’s unfair 

The Queen the Pope and Pele’s prayers
in Heaven is there underwear? 

In my boredom here’s my flair 
a boring poem you can share

Devils Gauntlet

Darkness was descending in a crawled  dread,
entering evening’s  creepy  gloom by that fence
vile and sharp as evil silhouettes  of greed’s luv..
In the narrow guarded gates, a  Halloween alibi
living  open, is a walking workforce all powerful
sporting eyes, bloodied, from searing naked souls…

Gamblers risk the chains always snapping
Ankles bound clank with links as Metallica
undoes panic screams, of nonexistent you,
now a mere silent statistic mute and shorn,
tied down in a sterile stainless-steely night
left to the mercies of a tamed cold, so feral…

Edenites guard walled riches from the ogre
that hails from a south, full of satanic heat!

(11/27/2022 - For Emile Pinet’s Halloween contest)

Premium Member Definition of a Woman

from birth as an infant female
to a school yard girl
years pass she becomes a 
young adult female
just another female in the workforce
she's just another female in general 
noted as someone's wife, daughter, sister,
mother, aunt or significant other,
but to her
she is a woman
someone smart and strong
she defines herself
by her accomplishments in life
not by her struggles
she doesn't depend on others 
to accomplish her dreams,
but works hard to include
her family in her hopes and dreams
so a true definition of a woman
is someone who empowers in the themselves
the ability to conquer life and 
not let life conquer them


April 7, 2022
July 21, 2022 for favorite poem of 2022 contest

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