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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: corruption, dark, death, funeral, jobs, lust, obituary,

Secret of the Mortician

The Secret of the Mortician

Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it decays

After The process of embalming
His hands run all over
I'm still dead
He's satisfied

The next day 
Writes an outstanding obituary 
I sit on display


Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Poem Details | by William Masonis |
Categories: death,

Death Haiku for Steve Jobs

Mystery unfolds.
Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!"
Greatness is amazed.

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: death, jobs, school,

Helping The Old, Die - G and G

Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
Hated it,
so much.
to go back to school,
and that I would be a nurse.
It took a lot of guts to leave a good job.

I got a student grant and worked nights part-time.
Studied very hard each day,
hard to pay bills,
but made it,
at last.
Now I work in a job that is heartbreaking,
I help the dying old die,
die with dignity.
It is not,
I gained a job that takes guts to face each day.

July 6, 2015

Suzette Prime

For the contest, Guts and Gain, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: cancer, car, death, jobs, thanksgiving,

Gratitude 2015


2   Two family members died this past year.
0   Zero was the amount of my last raise.
1   One car needs new tires, the other new brakes. 
5   Five trips to my oncologist since June.

G   Gratitude understands that God is near.
R   Remembering the still, peaceful waters,
A   anyone could acknowledge His blessings. 
T   Turbulent spheres call for more patient faith - -
I    insight into an overgrown forest.
T   To give thanks when the terrain is hilly
U   underlines our belief that God knows best. 
D   Deep faith disregards difficulties
E   expressing praise for 2015.

posted 6 Jan 2016

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: change, grief, jobs, sorrow, work,


Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada

Oh; it's spring in Sudbury
and the city wakes up.
There's a start of engines
and the day looks up.

You head out on the highway.
You're moving along.
Then a clunk by the wheel well
means your day's going wrong.

It's Spring here in Sudbury.
Construction going on.
It will last the whole year
and the road remains gone.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: death, jobs,


the gravediggers crest two crossed scraping shovels lifelong employment they dig a large hole occupant won’t see their work yet pays final bill Contest sponsor John Lawler A Scraping of Shovels Poetry Contest 3/12/19

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: anger, grief, jobs, loss,

Corporate Takeover

On Thursday you're a valued employee
  on Friday you're shown the door

Last week you worked for a company
  that today exists no more

It's a corporate takeover
  a brutal, hostile makeover

Your heart tosses, turns and aches over
  the coals your efforts get raked over

A voice deep within gnaws at your skin
  The pit of your stomach a knot of chagrin 

  ~ Why is it always like this, for God's sake,
                       quake over 
             earth-shattering quake-over?

Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: 11th grade, grief, jobs, loss, love,

Love's Winds at Their Crest

Love's winds were at their crest
when you lost your job.
We did our part; God did the rest;
then our home was robbed.
The winds blew raw; love passed the test.

When the autumn wind is kind
it blows you to my lips;
Winter's wind can bite and grind,
yet our kiss is not eclipsed.
All year long, love's on our mind.

Springtime winds can bless or curse
as true love's flag we hoist.
Through good times and through worse,
in summer's hurricane, rejoice,
day by day, in love immersed.

September 5, 2019

contest:  Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted to Write Poetry Contest
hostess:  Caren Krutsinger

Poem Details | by Thomas Wells |
Categories: allegory, eulogy, jobs, work,

Garbage Men

Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.

The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.

Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled in skins
of wet plastics.

They emerge from a deep 
hidden hour
riding the back jaws
of neglected mammoths.

A storm hammers
in the scrape of their tongues.

The dogs lunge
for their voices.

They remove what lingers too long
from our past.

Published Black Buzzard Press 1982