the market for a crime is,
the pension for a crime
mind your own crime is,
mind your own business
a owned business is a owned crime
a owned business is a owned market
a owned market is a owned crime
a market is a owned market
work is working a crime
work is working a business
work is working a market
a market is to work a market
own is owning,work is working
own is owning,business is business
business is business,pension is pension
a working business is a working pension
a crime is a working pension
a crime is a working crime
own is working a crime
own is working a business
own is working a pension
People wear masks for many different reasons
like trying to be frightening on Halloween-
They used to wear masks during train robberies
we were ordered to wear them during covid-19.
Some wear one for protection while working a job
welders and firemen and your antifa mobs
they used to where masks while burning crosses.
A black mask is required for the grim reaper
and the status quo for funeral pyre grievers-
Knights wore them while protecting the honor of queens
others wear masks to cloak their chronic unhappy-
Jim carry wore a green mask and made us all laugh
a young man donned one during a suicide attack.
I'm trying,
and I would not be lying:
my life as an Irish Bard's
hard.
It's absurd,
much like working a crossword,
tracking the column and row
though.
So tiring!
Like hooking up the wiring;
after three, I think I'd best
rest.
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Syllables: 3/7/7/1
Rhyme: aabb, with a rhymes in 2 syllables, b rhymes in 1
No idea how to pronounce the form name
The best moment
When you heard appreciation
With your boss and see their happiness
But it's a saddest moment
Deep inside thinking of your children
And hoping you can cook for them too
Hoping that you make them happy
As you did for them
Of course there's always be a reason
That you’re doing it for them
Working a thousand miles away
Will not affect your relationship
And closeness with your boss while you're working.
A tombstone is my thought,
I made my tomb out of thoughts
I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas
And out of sadness I finished my coffin.
I buried myself in the sunrise
When no one was outside
Just me, a small and insignificant creature
I was cooling my feet in death.
I wandering with the shadow of the spirit, the moon
I then stopped at each star
I wanted to forget the earth
For no one wept at my death.
I absolutely twinned with the Universe
To invent a new star together
In which we do not put thoughts,
And I will lie forever in it.
*
I involuntarily remembered the past
When I saw your face in stardust
And on the day when I was working a corner of a star
I decided to visit your land.
But moments had turned into hours
And the days turned into years,
And I had traveled thousands of years
When I got to see the earth again.
From above, from the sky full of stars
I sought to see your face again,
But because I didn't find you anymore
Out of grief, I threw myself into the sea.
There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.
There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.
There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.
Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.
A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.
Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.
Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.
Act 1
A woman is walking down the street
After working a long day’s shift, she is exhausted
She reaches her house door and pulls out her keys
But they fall out of her hands
Frustrated, she bends down to pick them up
When she hears ‘ Nice view, lets recreate that someday mama’
She’s not fazed
That man told her she looks nice
She smiles it off and enters her home
END SCENE
Not really sure what it’s all about
Try as I may, nothing comes out
It will return; I haven’t a doubt
In the meantime, I’ll give out a shout
Working a lot on the humble abode
Fixing up potholes out on the road
Once gushing words, to a trickle I’ve slowed
One day again, the muse will explode
Seems when I’m tired, needing the bed
Nothing much rattles inside my head
And when it does, it’s better not said
So I’ve spent my time rowing instead
Sorry to be such a stranger these days
Just don’t seem able to find the right phrase
Likely I’m just going through a dry phase
All in good time, lift hands in praise
Just when it seems everything’s breezin’
In comes a front; fruit trees are freezin’
The Good Book says, there’s always a reason
Peaches and poems, each have their season
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
Twelfth of Never
Songwriters: Jerry Livingston / Paul Webster
A love song that blooms with perfume and rhyme,
Even when bluebells, clover and poets run out of time.
Words, may we never forbear their cleverness.
Let us birth verses until the twelfth of neverness.
It’s been, and it shall be, a long, long time of runic
and a Poe-, Shakespeare- and Plath- worn tunic.
Ever-creating from Adam to now, and past these days.
Love is at our fingertips, working a well-begotten phrase.
10/28/2022
I knew it that you'll keep going
That you wouldn't give up on our dreams
Hi, I'm you, and you are me
The only difference between us right now
Is that I am the dreamer
And you are the fulfiller
We've gone so far
Look at what I put on your thoughts
When you were younger
Now you've reached them all
And our parents are prouder
I am so proud I was the past you
I've heard you've been working a lot
Have a little time for yourself, grown ass woman!
You deserve that treat after all
Remember me when you were 22!
You made millions of mistakes
That parents wouldn't be proud of
Make those mistakes again!!
It's not too bad to be young again
I'm the bad guy, expect me to say that
I'm proud to be you
And I know you will always remember me
Now you're 30
It's just been 8 years!!!!!
Last thing I'll tell you
Keep the feet on the ground, no matter where you are now
Give back to parents
Make them smile
Make them happy
Love your siblings!
They're grown up just like I was!
I love you, future self.
Read this when you're 30 okay?
Promise me not to shed a tear one day!
Kidding aside,
I'll wipe your tears.
You still got me.
Paterson- sunshine in suburbia
by americus
Paterson, a poet, he's charming and he knows it
Paterson, a man, he's got a life with a plan
Sunshine in suburbia, searching for euphoria
Paterson drives a bus, and swears a censored cuss
Write me into a poem, sing me a hymn
Make my life want to begin
Now while Paterson's life may be mundane, he lives a life without pain
Rip my feminism away from me, being ignorant is being free
Children will scream, and break your aquarium
Living life like it's vivarium
Sunshine in suburbia can you believe it?!
All the crimes you didn't commit
Smashing the glass ceiling along with my skull
Is life more simple when it's dull?
Working a job, nine to five
Is this really why we are alive.
He came in and stood strong legged, slightly bowed,
With baggy old pants, held up with a belt he’d found on the road.
Red faced, teeth missing, he smiled his rogue smile,
Enhancing the sweat oozing out from his pores
He said, “I’m home now, at last, and Nancy, I’m all yours!”
“It’s been a long time”, I said, looking down
His smile kind of faded with the twitch of a frown.
“Now you know you’re my lass and I’ve had things to do.”
His voice pretending to be in full charge,
“It’s a time consuming task, working a barge”
I said, “Well now Jackie, I understand well,
I too have a very good tale to tell”
I lifted my bosom to give him the news,
“There’s been changes here, since off you went.
Look there in the cot, there’s the heaven-sent”
His eyes followed mine to the side of the fire
Then they widened so wide, they couldn’t go higher
And for a second I thought, “He’s gonna fall”
He peeked in, astonished, fell back on all fours,
I said, “ Welcome home Jackie, and now she’s all yours!”
When I heard of a deadly plague, I read Exodus 12:27, “Mark the doorposts and lintels.” Anointing doors, I prayed this plague would pass our house. My granddaughter, working a high-risk job, has been safe. Praise God for his covering!
faith without action
a big red shiny balloon
with a tiny hole
In the tests and trials of life, there's a precious glow,
a luminous sliver of eternal, resurrecting hope
and renascence that begins in rebirth.
To this Light which transcends all darkness will I go,
and find a peace and a rest in His scope,
that infinite power which brings bliss and mirth.
There's a time for everything: a time for living;
a time for dying; a time for working; a time for resting;
a time for receiving; and a time for giving.
All we have, and all we are, are what we know;
we find meaning in one another, and learn to cope
with the trials here together on this planet Earth.
Without grace, we can do no better or no worse:
with God, the tests and trials of this life are for us
a blessing in disguise, and not a curse.
Unmotivated Able Bodied Men
By:Tom Wright
7/23/2019
Many young men are poor because of poor choices,
They’re Government puppets with muffled voices.
Most lack motivation and therefore see little hope,
While grasping the knot tied at the end of their rope.
But people by nature are just drawn to free stuff,
Willing to go through life, having just enough.
Because no work effort was never displayed,
For anything to be free, someone else has paid.
Some like sleeping late taking things with ease,
Like mice constantly seeking a bite of my cheese.
They canvass my neighborhood with a lame excuse,
Hoping to find someone who’s a mental recluse.
They don’t seek full time work just another handout,
And ring my door bell seeking a weekly bailout.
For most seem allergic to working a five day week,
And appear almost weekly trying a new technique.
They always shake my hand before saying good-by,
And think there’s one day a week, if you sweat you’ll die.
So not knowing which day, why take that chance,
And all they got was to practice, a new song and dance.
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