Any degree of unemployment worries me.
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Unemployment I Hate You
I was at varsity in my comfort zone.
I never knew the reality.
My dreams were unlimited.
Sky was the limit.
I never knew that today I would be
Sitting here unemployed, so hopeless
and ashamed of my self.
All my dreams are fading.
Unemployment you are the cause of poverty.
Unemployment you are the cause of depression.
Unemployment you are a poison.
Unemployment you are a disaster.
Unemployment I hate you.
To be employed it's not about how you know
But, about who you know.
Corruption, nepositism and cronyism
Are the recipes for poverty and unemployment.
Unemployment I hate you.
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Really, the potential for, first of all, any college graduate today is enormously good. These are good times for anyone with a college degree today, particularly African Americans. With a college degree today, you really breach the unemployment rate.
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This Is Cause For Celebration
Aren't you happy to hear,
The unemployment rate...
Has gone down.
'Let's see...
People losing unemployment benefits.
Plus those who have given up seeking work.
And those companies who have taken their employees,
Overseas to pay no taxes here at all.
Who 'had' been unemployed and documented as such.
It's great to know that!
Less jobs are being found.
And the unemployment rate,
Is going down!
It is a miracle.
This is cause for celebration.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They keep extending these unemployment benefits to the point where people are afraid to go out and get a job, because the job doesn't pay as much as the unemployment benefit does.
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A Purple Hat Box
I had worries, worries had me,
so I packed ‘em up and stowed 'em away.
I kept the worries at bay, you might say.
The trouble was they bugged me,
they screamed and itched and tugged me!
So I put them in a box.
It was a deep, purple hat box.
Some days I'd forget about them,
but then I'd remember and peep inside.
The worries glared at me with their big pop eyes!
They laughed at me, taunted me,
they were wild.
They talked in my head all day and all night.
They were stalking me!
Something had to be done
I opened the box again, threw them in,
nailed the lid down, real tight,
sat on the box and sighed.
The worries cried for mercy one more time
and then, guess what…………?
They died.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Well, our economy is very strong and growing. We have created 5.4 million new jobs in the last 3 years. Our unemployment rate is better than the average unemployment rate of the 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s.
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Has It Been Depleted?
You are upset with me,
Because I have created my own success...
With sacrifice and patience.
In a place you told me I invited my own defeat.
And you have a Master's Degree in Business Finance.
With nothing to show for it,
But foreclosed and repossessed possessions.
Sometimes you don't eat?
Geeessshhh.
And your degree is packed away in storage.
While today you find yourself standing,
In an unemployment line.
Why are you upset with me?
Aren't you following your dreams?
What in your mind are you trying to define?
I can only say I have been blessed.
And kept my faith devoted.
Allowing God to do the rest!
And did not try to impress.
God often addressed this.
Perhaps that is the reason,
I still remain focused.
Why would you be upset with me?
I fell, crawled...
Stood up to clean and pave my path.
And had to endure the laughing of others,
As I passed.
With very few dimes...
To send my clothes to the cleaners.
And I remembered you told me,
You had an expense account for that!
Has it been depleted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified to Make Productive Contributions
Do you have a degree?
'A degree in what? '
You know?
Something that validates your intelligence!
'Oh...
Something that documents my discipline,
And education?
Something that verifies my verity,
To conform to the wholesomeness of humanity.
And I am now qualified to make productive contributions?
My life lived,
Has already provided the requirements.'
Uh...yeah...I guess.
Whatever that was you said.
'And...
I imagine you have at least 'one' degree? '
Of course!
I got me two.
And I'm gon' get me a job that pays.
'Hopefully not to teach English!
And...
Suppose I did not have that 'degree'.
Would that make my efforts less credible?
Would that make a fame or notoriety less worthy?
IF...
I should pursue that route.
I know this is difficult for you to believe...
But a degree doesn't measure my success felt.
And I feel pretty damn successful! '
So...
You 'do' have a degree?
'You've missed my point entirely.
And you...
Have been depicted as a scholar?
God...
Thank you for opening my mind,
And doors! '
OH!
So you've studied to be a minister?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Degree In Life
There are some people
both old and young.
They’ve done something once
and the next minute they know all about it.
They say they have degrees in this and that.
In the biggest degree of them all
they have all fallen flat.
With the degree of life,
you first have to live it,
before you can get awarded that.
You have to suffer all
the indignations and pains
that there are there,
all the joys and the happiness,
triumphs can share.
You have to look into
the darkest soul
and know what goes on in there.
As for those who say they know it all,
those are the ones who have just stopped wetting the bed.
You’ll never have that degree
until you start living
and stop saying the world loves me.
Some say I’ve taken drugs.
What the hell has that got to do with it.
It only goes to show one thing,
how weak minded you are.
It isn’t a mark on the degree of life.
A degree of life measures
how strong you are in mind
and not how many
hallucinations you’ve had in your head.
14 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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Somber Twilight
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has to work.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he has no job.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can only pay his bills.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he can't pay anyone.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because everyone seems to love him.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Becasue he has no one to love him.
One man lies down
And worries at night
Because he might oversleep.
Another man lies down
And worries at night
Because he cannot sleep.
One man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved sadness and joy.
Another man lies down
In somber twilight
With reserved joy but sadness.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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I did go through a period where I was on unemployment. That was my low point: Martha Quinn on line at unemployment, hoping nobody will recognize her.
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In That Corner Is The Soup
I have a degree from Harvard.
'I have a degree from Yale.'
~I have a degree from Columbia.
With a Master's packed in my sack.
To prove that I prevailed.~
**That's great.
All of you should feel extremely proud.
Now...
Here is the scoop,
Your bowls are over there.
And in that corner is the soup! **
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worries..Get Lost To My Mind's Corners!
Straining my every nerve
I search every nook and corner
and pick up and bundle up
all my worries in a huge sack.-
loading it onto my back
with extreme effort
and panting breath
reach your temple!
O..what is it?
a sack or a mountain?
who carries it on his back?
who totters in temple corridors?
Yes-
it is you.my God!
is it the worries of all peoples of this world.
which breakes your back?
O my poor God., rich with our worries!
I pity you!
My huge load of worries!
get lost to the corners of my mind!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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All Things To All People
all people have worries
worries that wake them
worries about things yet to come
worries about worries are what worry some
i look out my eye
and behold I see people
big bold beautiful people
i see brown people
gold people
yellow people
red people
orange people
purple people
pink people
white people
yet I don’t see colored people
i see a people as one
a people capable
a people that should be grateful
grateful for the blessings that we can all share as people
to love
to grow
to build
to sow
people in my neighborhood
people it’s all good
undivided by vanity
an unbroken sea of humane humanity
people must rely on a shoulder to cry one
we all are people
we are people
old and young
rich or poor
used or new
let us be valued as people
let us value each other as people
persons
beings
individuals
not things
people
and all things to all people
to all nations
at all stations
in every situation
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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Your Unemployment Has Been Denied
'Sir sorry, but your unemployment is denied.'
Why?
'Well to put it simply your white, and should be able to get a job no problem.'
Okay what does my skin color have to exactly do with collecting my unemployment?
Isn't that discrimination?
'Well no, because your white.'
'We have done studies on this and their is no such thing as discriminating against a white person.'
'This is why we can deny you and not the Hispanic.'
'Because we don't want the headache of legal lawsuits.'
So your are saying I can't sue you?
'Yes, they're are no free handouts here.'
'Oh and good luck with the job hunting.'
Wait just one minute, how dare you I payed into it and have every right to get it back.
I am no different then anybody else.
'I sorry sir but you are and this is goodbye, 'click''
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Back In The Sunshine Again
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
And no more pain
Were leaving behind
All our troubles and strife
And thats the way its gonna be
For the rest of my life
Here we are, here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain, no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Take a ride, take a ride
Out to the land of the free
Dont hurry take your time, take your time
Come and spend it with me
Back in the sunshine
Back in the sunshine
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Lifes too short, to spend it lonely
You only throw it away
Listen to your voice of reason, call it a day
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries, no more worries
And no more pain
Here we are
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries or pain
And no more pain
Back in the sunshine again
No more worries
Back in the sunshine again
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Worries 2
At times, we feel that
we have the worries of the world
resting on our shoulders
that seem to increase in size
as everyday passes.
We look around for someone to talk to;
invariably there is no one there.
The worries magnify themselves ten fold
and you begin to wonder how you will ever cope with them.
You keep looking over your shoulder
believing someone is watching
every move you make,
but know it is your imagination
just playing tricks on you.
The worries keep increasing at an alarming rate.
You begin to wonder
if there is any way out
with the burden that you carry.
You look for options that might help you through,
or is there just one way,
just to end it all.
Give up and submit,
end everything.
These are the words that ring out in your head.
They add more confusion
to the worries you already have.
You go to bed hoping, always hoping
tomorrow things will be better,
but in your heart, you know they won’t.
It will only be another repetitive circle
of what you have had today.
21 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Color Is Justice?
what color is justice?
(does it have a face) ?
what language does it speak?
what does it smell like?
what kind of house does it live in?
how many cars does it own?
is it Republican, or Democrat?
does it pray in tongues?
or sit cross-legged and chant?
is it male or female?
straight or gay?
does it have a degree?
or does it work in a factory?
does it work in a mine?
does it drill for oil?
does it draw unemployment?
does it stay at the mission?
tell me! show me!
cant find a link,
cant find a trace...
what color is justice?
(does it have a face) ?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Managing can be more discouraging than playing, especially when you're losing because when you're a player, there are at least individual goals you can shoot for. When you're a manager all the worries of the team become your worries.
The World Keep On Turning
Written by peter green.
Dont look for no worries, worries and troubles come around
Yes, I dont look for no worries, people, worries and troubles come around
The world keep on turning, I got to keep my feet on the ground
Nobody saw me cryin - nobody knows the way I feel
Nobody saw me cryin - nobody knows the way I feel
Yeah, the way I love the woman, its bound to get me killed
I loved the little girl so good, she made my low down butter come
Loved the little girl so good, she made my low down butter come
I need the woman so bad, I need her like the sky needs the sun
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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