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corruption, dark, death, funeral, jobs, lust, obituary,
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
The next day
Writes an outstanding obituary
I sit on display
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
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.’
Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!"
Greatness is amazed.
Constance La France
death, jobs, school,
Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
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,
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
For the contest, Guts and Gain, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Reason A. Poteet
cancer, car, death, jobs, thanksgiving,
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
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.
the gravediggers crest
two crossed scraping shovels
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
anger, grief, jobs, loss,
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,
Reason A. Poteet
11th grade, grief, jobs, loss, love,
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
allegory, eulogy, jobs, work,
Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
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
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