Since the day I first saw light
I was so tough and hard up for the fight
I learnt the hard way as my rule
The school of hard knocks made me no-ones fool
But whats a poor boy to do
Up in the morning before the sun
My workin for the man a life with no fun
The sweat on my back and dirt on my brow
Living each day behind the plough
But whats a poor boy to do
I was always my father’s son
Working each day ‘til the work is done
There was never a time just for me
All I wanted was life as free as can be
But what’s a poor boy to do
I vowed to myself I would not be
A dirt poor farmer working the land not free
I ran away from home at my first chance
Away from the struggle and the daily farmer’s dance
But whats a poor boy to do
I ran with a crowd that was just like me
Robbin and killin on a lawless spree
Until one day in a border town the sheriff won
And our bank robbin and murder was done
But whats a poor boy to do
The judge had a reputation so proud
Hanging was my sentence the judge unbowed
So here I am standing with a noose around my neck
My last day has come so what the heck
But what’s a poor boy to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
workin, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
It’s Only Paranoia Until Its Too Late!, By Davieo, David Rothchild
It’s only paranoia
Until it’s too late
I love my paranoia
It keeps me so straight
It’s only paranoia
Until it becomes real
It’s not only paranoia
Its the vibes you can feel
It’s only paranoia
Until it’s too late
Keep your paranoia
Safe if its workin for ya
Its not just paranoia
Its your gut feel
Hold tight to your paranoia
Testing for whats truly real
Hold tight to your paranoia
Your own private sky, foyer
Where saftey hides beside
You forever, your own private ride
Davieo, David Rothchild
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo Sum! - Inspired by Rene Decartes
Categories:
workin, 8th grade, anxiety, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Shadows Are My Past
When I was three or three and a half,
It was a long way down the hall.
Life was food and soapy baths,
Towelled off and feeling tall.
Then turning six and I could see,
The world of my tomorrow.
There was no thought of yesterday,
But a future for me to follow.
It's off to school where I must learn,
The things we need to know.
Do our sums and spell some words,
Till the teacher lets us go.
Then at fifteen years I'd had enough.
The system has done it's job,
It spat me out on the footpath,
Told me. “Join the workin mob”.
My Sun was high at twenty years,
And my shadow was quite small.
This proud heart had little fear,
Such as it is before a fall.
At thirty five the years flow by
Hard work will pay the bills.
Now I see how quick time flies
Life's questions, remain still.
My shadows will become longer
As my sun sinks in the west.
Regret nothing from the past,
Just remember all the best.
These shadows will amuse me,
In my endless, ageing days.
In these shadows I'll see visions,
Of myself at work and play.
Categories:
workin, childhood, life, school,
Form: Rhyme
Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck !
I just got mi-sen a job.
A mista wants his coal in,
An offed me a bob.
He told me if a hurry up,
A can chop some stiks an all.
But if tha wants another tanna,
A gorra mek um small.
He watched me gerrin coal in,
He anded me a shillin.
If tha wants that extra tanna lad,
Them bags o stiks want fillin.
A BOB and a shilling were the same value
Equivalent to 5 new pence(12 old penny's)
A tanner was 2 1/2 new pence(6 old penny's)
25/6/2022
Categories:
workin, fun, funny, work, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Twenty chains, 1320 ft.
660 ft..03125 or 1?640
30 rows of 80 plants
lavender the scent of Lovers
sweet senual labor
Oh she chorest me!
yes she chorest me!
$3000.00 per acre
Hectars 30.
Peak yeild about
$30,000 per acre!
Pretend to act
or pretend to react
wwhat ya'll talking about
The neatfoot oil!
oil my saddle that my
pants won't look aseat.
Pretend actions
the goal to encourage
what ya'll, like the smell
of success or sumthang?
Sweet thang I do!
yeah thats right I do!
Get the Sparwl workers
thinking.
get the old Bouis sangin'
What ya'll wanna mix ya'll oil wiff mine?
sweet profits and and co-mixasation?
in the mix!
Double you em Eye Loved?
Don't ya'll love me?
I look bass and say?
Look right bassoon you?
ya'll groovin?
right, right, ya'll alright!
sumthang like a groove!
get that thang ah workin!
dance yo' whey back to me!
I be Bach !
I bassoon you do!
I groove too !
ya'll love me?
Care I love you!
whiskey scented deoderant and lavender soap makes yo smell
like a drink!
twenty one and over baby!
Categories:
workin, encouraging, romantic,
Form: Ballade
Imagine a topsy turvy upset
Where humans were pets
President Jack Russell in talks
With terriers from york
Debating about pest control
Keeping humans in control
Women kept for breading and tame
Men kept for hunting and games
Imagine the chaos if dogs ruled
Who'd stop them being cruel
Locking humans in the garden
Barking and beating hard men
Would they prepare the food?
And clean up the poop?
Would dogs walk on two legs?
And humans use all four instead?
Defining humans into pedigrees
A caged human? Set it free
Lassie would be a heart throb
Wellards the highest payed dog
Workin for the BBC company
Barking beyond companionity
Bathrooms wouldn't be invented
Forests for public conveniences
Politics would still be as bad
Even Jack Russells barking mad
Arguing about the price of meat
From butcher dogs superleads
The largest franchise dog bone
Lots of treats to take home
Second place home barkings
Where they get pets bargains
German shepherds policing the street
As the other breeds are too weak
If the topsy turvy world was true
Not differ much from our rule
I think it would be less confusing
As the dogs life is more amusing
Categories:
workin, dog, fun, humanity, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Got something Workin
Ain't got let you
Mess up my groove
Sit down and
Shut your mouth
Watch that
Attitude
Be with you when
I'm finished
Shut up
Sit your ass
Down
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Ain't no interruptions
I'm doing my thing
Don't know what is
Wrong
Til I can figure it out
Can't read your mind
tell me what you talking
About
Something's bothering
You and I can't
Firgure it out
Sit down and
Shut up
Let me figure it out
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Don't need no
Interruptions
Cause I'm doing
My thing
Don't say I"m
Insentitive
Or don't say I'm
Mean
Get your words
Together
So I'll know
What you mean
You can't substitute
The real thing
I can't understand
If I don't know
What it means
Right now
I'm doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing what I
Gotta do
I can't be ain't
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Categories:
workin, baby, beautiful, business, little
Form: Etheree
Carol's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Song
Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song
It was just so strange and odd
But she could never forget the song
Sung to her Mike tried
But all he could do is just cry.. so sad
That morning, Carol encountered a song so wrong
She found herself feeling rather mod
Carol couldn't stop thinking about Mike’s song
Later, she realized that the song was lifelong
She tried to focus on Tod
Whom had a rather grand bod
A eight pack and a half…
Mike tried to distract her with a love poem
She said no man this too ain’t workin
Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song
Carol nosedived like a blind throng
Her mind turned into a fraud
Carol couldn't stop thinking about the song
She finally told Mike so long
9/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
workin, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, conflict,
Form: Villanelle
I heard that there was rain
over your way...
a downpour.
Cats and dogs tumbling
from the sky,
dropping into pools of blood
onto the pavement
just beneath your window---
the likes of which,
never been seen round your parts!
Grandma says that
when it rains like that,
"Gawd's workin".
And we must sit still
and quiet, til
He's done.
We gotta know that the
Thunder's His voice---Lightenin's
His will. The Rain...it's His Equalizer.
For, wet cats and dogs smell the same.
So, I called cause I heard of your worry.
And because I know that you could never stand the sight of blood.
But, truly, I don't understand all of the concern.
It rains like that all the time
here in Harlem.
Categories:
workin, social,
Form: Free verse
Here are the lyrics:
Got a dream that seems so far
With just himself and an old guitar
Taking a ride to a roadside bar
Plugging in to be a big big star.
Chorus
Just a young man and a 40 year plan
And workin that plan day and night
Cause a wife and child wont let him be wild
Got his whole damn life on the line
But dont cry for this man
He's making his stand
Cause the 40 year plan is goddammed lie
Ain't looking to rob no one
But been working two jobs son
Ain't enough week left at the end of the money
Man he's laughing but it ain't funny
When you're working a 40 year plan
Bossman calling at 5am
Gotta find them keys man
Little one's sleeping all upside down
Old lady passed out from a night on the town
She's working the 40 year plan
Got home just a little late
Trooper pulled over on the interstate
Talking bout smelling some beer or some moonshine,
Step out biy and walk the line
Cause I'm working my own 40 year plan
But tonight's a big shot
Give it all that he's got
Put a tear in aone young girl's eye
Break out of the plan this time
Categories:
workin, integrity, people,
Form: Ballad
You are my magnum opus I see you & lose focus, my past present & future rest in your eyes, every day without you a piece of me dies, you did a me on me better than I, I thought you would just take it but you joined Cobra Kai, this not a fairytale & my crane kick not workin, I doubt you would forgive me even if I bought you a Birkin, my friends ask me what I did to radicalize you, probably cheat on you & dare you to leave l would chastise you, honestly if I knew the last time was the last time for real that time, I wouldn't be sitting here writing these words that rhyme, but I guess this is what it feels like to get dumped, the land of the lonely a self inflicted slump
Categories:
workin, black love, boyfriend, break
Form: Ballad
Ooooh, Ohhhh, Ooooh,
ba da da -- ba da da
Sittin' here listenin'
Is that the Blues?
Sittin' here hummin'
Yeah, that's the Blues
Sittin' here stitchin'
Stitchin' the Blues
I'm a-workin' on my Life Quilt
And I'm sittin' here
Stitchin' the Blues
Doo doooo ba da ba da da da
Stitchin' the Blues
It's so sad if you understand
It's worse if you don't
Stitchin' the Blues
boo-wah oooh boo day
Categories:
workin, blue, music, song,
Form: Free verse
Sitting on the corner, freezing in the rain-
Getitn all emotional; it's hard to bear the pain
Used to have a home, just like you upscale folk
Now my world is shattered; my life's become a joke.
I used to have some money, a little compact car,
Spent the weekdays workin-weekends at the bar.
Food was on the table, rent was paid on time;
But once the weekend's over, I never had a dime.
Weekends at the bar became weeknights too
In record time I lost my job-heck what's a guy to do?
Got a paycheque comin; I'm okay for a bit-
Just one more wicked party-then I'll sort my s*
Lost my house; hit the streets: party's over now.
I'm beggin for a little change-you walk right by and frown.
Help me! Someone please! Don't just give me dough.
I'd blow it all on booze and drugs, as I'm sure you know.
Reach down, take my hand, help me to my feet;
Help me get cleaned up; find some food to eat.
I can't do it on my own-I need a helping hand-
If you help me to get up, I sure will try to stand.
I think I'd have a chance if someone shows they care
As you pass me on the street do you think you dare?
D H Loewen
2018
Categories:
workin, abuse, adventure, youth,
Form: ABC
( form Blues stanza )
Ma baby core, be da one I adore
her walk, talk, da way she look I adore
rumble in ma gut, when she at da door,
she say she a loves me, oh so sweet
I tell her she like honey sweet as sweet
her beauty, swept ma off ma dancin feet,
da way she dress paid from her workin
every day da no shirkin, just a workin
do ma headin likin her how she tweakin,
I thinkin to losin her ma heart would bruise
lovin her right down to her amazin tattoos
we’re so together man listnin to the blues.
3/23/2018
Categories:
workin, black african american, blue,
Form: Rhyme
Ever been broke that the frigerator only had milk and eggs one meals dinner,
When you been Workin trying to figure why the odds against you,
When you dreaming to reach that toast,
For the holy ghost recon the most for I'm going in tomorrow,
A born sinner that most won't know,
You wanna play these games when I'm float,
Tell the bank be banking these numbers,
For no more one meals we having a feast,
Dinner with the wife's family Thanksgiving,
Give it to my mama that I break bread for we eat,
Be the beast for I'm hungry to reach this gold you taste,
Thanks for the advice when you step into my life,
Thanks I appreciate we gonna be alright,
Mama didn't raise a fool, ain't trying to be cool when i been putting my lifeline in the sentences,
Ain't living that Instagram life for I'm ghost getting that pizza you know,
Always at float for my spiritual self rocking,
Taste the forbidden fruit,
Been broke trying to figure out success ladders,
When I'm getting suits, now I'm losing it for I'm ghost,
Been quiet for year's now I'm venting to be loud.
Categories:
workin, how i feel, life,
Form: Free verse
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