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Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: boyfriend, funny love, humorous, jobs,

MEN YOU DEFINITELY WOULDN'T WANT TO DATE - PART 1

I once dated a pilot … We both had our head in the clouds Our relationship lead to a lot of turbulence - I guess it never really got off the ground! I once dated a glazier… He thought I would be putty in his hands But I could see right through him… He was constantly smashed I once dated an undertaker… He knew he had stiff competition I couldn’t cope - he was always ‘coffin’ when he picked me up in his hearse He had no sense of humour in fact he was dead boring I once dated an angler The thought he was a real catch… But the scales soon fell from my eyes As he was obsessed with his flies I once dated a footballer He thought he could score with me Told me he had great tackle… But it was just a load of balls I once dated a fishmonger… He thought he was cod’s gift to women He invited me back to his plaice… Where I found out he was really a cold fish Submitted to 101 poems in a row Sponsored by PD Linda:-) 15th April 2016


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, business, care, career, caregiving, christian, courage, cry, culture, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, friend, fun, god, happiness, happy, health, heaven, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, jobs, journey, joy, life, love, money, pain, passion, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: boyfriend, humorous, jobs, love,

MEN YOU DEFINITELY WOULDN'T WANT TO DATE - PART 2

I once dated a chef … I was worried about getting a bun in the oven But when I saw him mincing across the kitchen I knew I wouldn’t be getting my fingers burned! I once dated a fireman… Oh he was HOT HOT HOT But when he got out his tiny hose It soon put out the flames of my desire I once dated an electrician. Hoping that he would light up my life But he was short tempered and would quickly blow a fuse Sadly in the end there was no spark between us I once dated a plumber… I was flushed with pride when we were out together Sadly he had problems with his waterworks I ditched him… he was always taking a leak I once dated a bricklayer Couldn’t resist pointing out my faults He wouldn’t listen, it was like talking to a brick wall In the end he drove me up the wall and our relationship crumbled 15th April 2016


Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: appreciation, devotion, good morning, home, husband, i love you, jobs,

Mornings With You

Lying here and listening to you breath
once again rings the clock alarm
You'll have to go if I awake you but
I know the day is only 8 hours long.

To the kitchen I go and put the coffee on
as so many mornings before and off to work 
I know you'll go and deep in my heart with
you is where I know I'll always belong.

As I hear the water in the shower start to run
I know a new day for both of us has begun 
I will reflect onto the day all the things I want
to do, just to show you how much I appreciate
and love you when the long day is through.

I will greet you at the door and your face is always 
so dirty and you will say hello honey, mmm 
something smells good and my aren't you pretty.

A smile as always will come across my face and
now it is our time to put our evening into place.


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: jobs, love, self,

Loving Oneself

What of loving oneself?
Ponder three allusions
and think through self-love...
Thou shall not kill ever,
don't take what is not yours, 
neither should you deceive.

So say I to you -
you, workaholics -
Don't put your own life
in the grave working
eighty-hour work weeks.

Don't rob yourself
of the pleasure
of true success -
a job well done.

Hear me out!
never lie
to yourself

seeking
fickle

praise.



Poem Details | by Runping Chen |
Categories: dream, home, hope, jobs, journey, love,

Leaving for a Distant Place

Author: Runping Chen

In his mother’s eyes,
The child is dragging her coat brim;
On father’s broad shoulders,
I am still weak and young.
Today, the swallows are trying a fly
While I am also about to leave home.

At the entrance to the village, the bus is moving ahead.
Mother’s tears shedding like threads fastened the child’ heels.
Exhorting me a hundred thousand times  
How could she exert a full heart of worries on and on,
However far and near, just as beyond the horizon.

The wrinkles on father’s forehead
Were crowded with drastic heartbeats
And he saw the child stepping forward
The weak and puny footprints.
Perhaps walking on and on alone,
The child might understand the hardships that life trecked on.

Birds will fly high and deer will run fast.
This long journey is on my life course the first.
To rouse the young wings
So as to be firm and proud
And to say farewell to many years of shield
While I’m trying to fly, to a distant sky.

Mother, wipe off thy tears, please.
And tell father to wait for the swallows’ return;
Don’t walk back and forth at the entrance of the village
Where the cypress tree is in the direction of my homing passage.
I will stretch my wings that have gradually become browny
And perch on your life eventually.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness, god, happiness, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, jobs, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, love, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, success, trust, uplifting,

Our Security Is In God Alone


Our security is only in God alone!
Not in the things we have,
 or what we call “home!”

True joy can be found in God himself!
Not from the things we have ourselves!

True contentment can be found at the cross!
Jesus’ death paid whatever it cost!

Eternal love comes from doing God’s will!
Any emptiness, his love shall fill!

The love of God is truly worth finding!
His eternal life is forever binding!

Won’t you take a moment and invite HIM in?
And have total forgiveness of every sin?

God rewards those who diligently seek him.
Won’t you reach out to him now? 
And receive him?

By Jim Pemberton     


Poem Details | by stephen pennell |
Categories: heart, jobs, love,

So who is the 5 o'clock hero

The clock on the wall says 7.30 sharp
And the bell on the alarm clock  rings loud
A tear fills your eye as you realise why the sound as woken you from dreamland 
It's the 9.00 rush here to use up your life all for the sake of the wife and the kids 
You leave the mortgaged up house and drive in the car which your paying back for the next 5 years
Wearing the suit that you bought for your good  father's funeral 
who passed before time because of his job and the dust and the grime 

You sit at your desk wishing your work hours away 
But you only live once and them hours and days are lost off your life clock for good 
your shift ends  at 5.00 and rush home to see the girl of yours dreams and your child 
You open the door and find on the floor a note to say au voir  dear
with the furniture gone, and at the same time  your hopes and your dreams
So  you open the note to read  why and it  seems your never about and didn't give her the time she deserved, and now she has left you for good
so please remember this tale and  spend as much  time as you can with the ones that  you love  
 


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: analogy, feelings, friendship, heart, how i feel, humor, jobs, life, love,

SIMPLY ORDINARY

I am neither an architect nor an engineer
but sure, i can bridge gaps..

I'm neither a doctor nor a surgeon
but sure, i can relieve pain and save a soul..

I'm neither an artist nor a musician..
but sure i can make you soar with my voice..

I'm neither a lawyer nor  judge,
but I can be your avid listener of woos and truths...

I'm neither an angel or a devil,
but I'm sure I'm all just lain human...

who is willing to accept the whole you..


Poem Details | by Kendra Kautz |
Categories: change, courage, faith, jobs, life, lost love,

Blameless

Everything that happens
Is not my fault
I cant control all things    
Sometimes things 
Just have to change     
Sometimes its 
Noones fault
And there's no
Assigning blame
Sometimes people
Grow appart 
But life will
Carry on                  
Just because im afraid
Is no reason to close my heart


Poem Details | by Lei Strauss |
Categories: jobs,

LOVE MY MESS

Eyes were all closed,
I was at my best…
You looked at my flaws,
Like I failed in a test.

Immeasurable efforts!
Time I consumed.
But it ended unwell
I was your accused.

Were you at your best?
Did outshine everyone?
As far as I remember
You’re a hopeless no one.

I made it till end
It was a huge success
Be better than me
If you don’t love my mess.


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, death, dedication, devotion, faith, family, hope, philosophy, death, light, death, light, love,

THE DEATH OF STEVE JOBS

     THE DEATH OF STEVE JOBS
Your time has come, as taken is your breath,
your friend, your love, your only hope is death.
Breathe deep, the dark is coming on,
breathe deep, you know your life is gone,
now feel the love that's only felt in death.

You stare into its eyes, and think it odd,
the only words to come, are, "Oh my God..."
as facing truth of what's to be,
the gift of sight we never see,
as death echoe's the phrase of "Oh my God..."

There's nothing more, until you see the light,
there's nothing more, until the end of night,
and blinded in the light you see,
the more to come, is more to be,
as love and death bring on the end of night.

You stare into its eyes; is death not odd,
and just a breath away from "Oh, my God?"
the light consumes all you have been,
you'll only miss it, now and then,
as  you embrace sweet death, and "Oh, my God."


Poem Details | by Jeremiah Morgan |
Categories: divorce, jobs, loss, love hurts, song, sorrow,

Truce

She watched with absent eyes from the dark
As the tundra of our smiles performed their dances
The snowy winds  long ago snuffed out this spark
We speak our pleasantries like dolls in trances
Our summer years passion now a winking coal Winter's embrace

Gone are the "I love you" days
Gone are angry words turned to Oreos
Now we go our separate ways
Our hearts weren't meant to play in stereo

Let the notes of my misery play through these sighs
I left quickly before I was lost in mournful goodbyes
Alone in darkness, unable to cry
Wishing some kind hand would help me die


Poem Details | by Brenda Rose |
Categories: appreciation, inspirational love, integrity, jobs, thank you, women, work,

Not Just Some Worker

She’s exceptional at what she does
And that’s how she is because
Non stop working is her cause
Or not taking time to pause
Maybe stated in a clause
A situation that’s resolved
With her want to be involved.

Oh so deserving of applause
Still just, “Some Worker”, she is called.

So it is written right above
All she is and only was
Revealing what she’s made of
With the revelation of her love.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: appreciation, black african american, jobs, miss you, paradise, true love, trust,

B8-POEM 22 MY FRIEND ANNIE

POEM 22 MY FRIEND ANNIE 


MY FRIEND ANNIE IS SOMEONE 

WHO WILL BE THREE TIL MY DYING 

DAYS WHO CHERISHES ALL OF THE 

MEMORIES MADE ALONG LIFE WAY.



SO WITH EACH DAY AS WE CONTINUALLY 

GROW TOGETHER WE COME TO VALUE ALL 

THE THINGS WE LEARED THAT WE DIDN'T 

AMONG THESE THINGS IA NEVER ENDING 

EMOTION CALL LOVE.



THAT I KNOW WAS SENT FROM THE ONE & 

ONLY FROME ABOVE 




MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 




Poem Details | by Bhavini Chohan |
Categories: art, boy, care, cute love, deep, desire, devotion, fate, horse, innocence, integrity, jobs, june, london, loneliness, lost, magic, memory, miracle, nature, poetry, power, prayer, presidents day, pride,

Nubile Love

Nubile love seeking
mature adventures.
Pulling into its irresistible appeal,
without control,
beyond fathom.
Quiescent desires regains consciousness,
compelling to live again


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: anxiety, appreciation, flower, games, inspirational love, jobs, onomatopoeia,

B28-P9-TOSS AND TURN AT NIGHT

POEM 9 TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT 



TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY SLEEP

TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY THOUGHTS OF YOU IN MY MIND SLOWLY CREEPING

TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT YOUR IN DIFFERENCE GET TO ME

TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT I CAN NOT SEEM TO LET GO OF YOUR WARMTH HOLD ON ME






MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 



Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: allegory, cute love, humorous, jobs, romantic, song, wife,

There's Just One Catch with video link

There’s Just One Catch


Help wanted  See the details below.
Help wanted  See the details below.

I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor, 
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner, 
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps if you’re a sink un-plugger, and a flower arranger, 
And a calendar planner, and a good back scratcher, 
And an organic gardener that can make things grow.

Help wanted  See the details below.
Help wanted  See the details below.
Later I might need a daycare provider, and a taxi driver, 
And a paramedic, and a pre-school teacher 
You’ll be the go-to person that everyone knows
It helps if you’re a gourmet cook, and a chic hair stylist, 
And a party hostess, and a homework tutor 
Your duties will expand as the company grows.

(Chorus)
There’s a retirement package no one else can match   
But I gotta warn you that there’s just one catch.
So if you think you could handle all of the above,         
This is a twenty-year contract for a full-time love.
So if you want the position, click the link above!      
Might be a thirty-year contract for a full-time love 
Maybe a forty-year contract for a full-time love.

Help wanted  See the details below.
Help wanted  See the details below.
I really need a secretary, and a home decorator,
A shiatsu masseuse, and a fashion coordinator 
There are no limits to how much you can grow.
I can offer you some health insurance, maybe college tuition,
Free company housing, and used transportation
So what do you say, why don't we make a go?

(repeat chorus)

Help wanted Click the link above.
Help wanted Click the link above.

Help wanted Find somebody to love.


Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: jobs,

My Love For Christmas Parties At Work

She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away.
Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor,
And singing better than I had for yearsSongs were coming
Out of me the way leaves come off a tree in the fall, only louder.

I was terrific at “Old Dan Tucker,” 
Fantastic at “My Country Tis of Thee”,
And my “Over the Rainbow” was a contender
For the Judy Garland prize of the century.

I was amazing! I was amusing! My whit was hilarious,
I was more fabulous than I had ever been in my life,
For two seconds, but then I dropped, and fell asleep on the floor.
There was a hush for a second as people stared.

My husband carried me home.
I dreamed of my glory for hours.
My singing prowess! My keen sense of humor.
I had shown them!

Having no idea that eight people I work with
Had spiked my drink “thinking it would be funny”.
And amusing? Luckily, two sips put me down before
I died of alcohol poisoning.

I was out for eleven hours, because I do not usually drink.
So thanks co-workers, for helping me miss the entire
Stupid Christmas party.
Back next year? What would be the point?


Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: history, jobs, love, relationship, work,

Reject

Reject.


Love is a job.
Dating is the interview.
Rejection stops me applying to be with you.


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