Posts tagged ‘work’

August 16, 2019

Twenty Hours

by Jem Croucher

I’m on a train to Yorkshire
in bright sunshine for the day
Left when dawn was breaking
as it’s many miles away
Just shy of twenty hours
this working day for me
From the South Coast and then back again
by midnight hopefully

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February 24, 2019

The passing of days

by Jem Croucher

To the week that was
That has now passed
It’s had its ups and downs
Some high times
And some lower ones
Some smiles and yes, some frowns

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November 19, 2018


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm



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May 27, 2018

Commuter grind

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Does anyone write of the commuter grind?

Of the early risings and the dark returns
The unseen children and missed bedtimes

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April 27, 2018


by Nick Anthony

Grey file cabinets line beige-green walls,
Stretching from the speckled grey ceiling
To the off-white (grey), tiled floor.

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November 21, 2017


by dokurtybitz

Prickly marble
Cold to the touch,
Darting in and out of
Searing streams
Acclimation comes quickly
As the dust grit
From the work day
Sluices off,
A bubbly, slick sheath,
Flowing off and down the drain.

September 1, 2017


by Renwick Berchild

The towers, though goliath and glinting
all look the same, with four sides, four thousand windows,
four hundred workers all at their desks, clattering, and stretching

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August 20, 2017


by dokurtybitz

Sitting out in the sun
Waiting on the minutes

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August 12, 2017

The Poet

by Linda Lee Lyberg


The Poet

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The house is quiet so I write
While my Viking soundly sleeps
My rambling mind soars, takes flight
As my humble pencil weeps.

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June 2, 2017

All in a Day’s Work

by Angela Umphers Rueger


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February 4, 2017


by The Cardinal

The lights are buzzing, they’re really far too brightmoor2

The phones don’t stop ringing…this just isn’t right


I’m sipping cool tea from a plastic vending cup

There’s too much to do and I want to give up

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December 9, 2016

Time II

by Jem Croucher


Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

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November 21, 2016


by Renwick Berchild

The sunlight smacks off skyscrapers, the chests
of engines heave and gasp; chemical sweat
drips from every brow, as we wilt and bend
beneath the smothering heat of Monday.

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September 30, 2016

Never Enough

by Nick Anthony

Wake up exhausted.
Fend off fatigue all day long.
Go to bed. Repeat.

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September 13, 2016

Work to live (loop poetry challenge)

by Rhyme In Time

Alas, it’s time to work,
Work to pay the bills.
Bills I pay to live,
Live within a home.
Home where I relax,
Relax until it’s time,
Time to work again.

May 29, 2015


by dokurtybitz

Oblivion calls
A sweet siren song,
But I can’t listen
Or follow her down
Responsibilities beckon,
Steel fist on my heart
Directing me outwards,
Gawd how I hate
The daily grind

February 28, 2015

Sunshine in St James’

by Jem Croucher


Centre drum westwards,
Heading home
Once Victoria, chiselled stood
Horse and carriage, silk top hats
For gentlemen to roam

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February 24, 2015


by dokurtybitz

While away the hours,
Trying to avoid
The future fast approaching,
I slump and nod

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February 15, 2015


by Jem Croucher


I quite like travelling
But sometimes it’s a chore
Especially when your working day
Is eighteen hours or more

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January 4, 2015

~ Cinderella Syndrome ~

by ladyliterati


Lone pillow, long nights
Time slipped by in subtle sighs
Work was all she knew


November 23, 2014


by dokurtybitz

Cold sweats
Spasming cramps,
Repeated trips,
A walk of shame,
To the little box,

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September 29, 2014

The Way to Work

by Emily Page

Up the steps, from the Tube
Fresh air hits my lungs
The noise of busy London traffic roars.

I walk past memories,
Of happy times gone by.

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July 12, 2014

Only the Lucky Few

by S. K. Reiter

The repetition begins at an early age,
with competition to make the grades.
It’s early to rise, to knot the ties,
sip your coffee and monetize.

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July 8, 2014


by dokurtybitz

So bright
I feel the burn
Under my skin,
Familiar kitchen/furnace
Inside my lungs,
I stumble along

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July 3, 2014


by dokurtybitz

They call us team
And say we’re working
To build a better whole,
Deeds however
Show who’s the favored one

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June 29, 2014


by dokurtybitz

I want,
To rend the soul
Out of the still
Screaming husks,
Pile the corpses
Scattered twigs
Left in my wake

May 4, 2014


by Karen
courtesy ms clipart

courtesy ms clipart

Widdle waddle
Quack quack

Left right
Quack quack

Listen well
Quack quack

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April 29, 2014


by dokurtybitz

Lazy git,
Strutting about
Self important peacock
Leaving shit all about,
Your lack of action

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