Sir Pacifico Berlan, the Man...... worth Emulating
the canticles of work, shadowed the voluminous
documentation of projects and titles found and
resemble in the office, made the real guy the
man; fitted to lift the moral esteem amongst the
workers of DAR, at this momentous of time
you have been there, who witness and guide
the best of what we have; the boss, that come and
allure our tiredness strength, patiently waiting
every tears and flesh sweat, to calm and settle our
mingled mind in the table await
the smile and the laugher that hold, of the
rain to come in morning mist; venture the glory of
every fly of wings in the cloudy sky, while the
oozing fatherly gesture and the whispering touches
echo in every heart for a Boss who lives and cared
a loving hand blew our fainted body of exhaustion
has come to rest
as the stream pour out the river, down to the blue
sea, the gain hurdle the target to reach, the idea of
what we wish to come, a beautiful DAR, that light
the horizon of hope to the farmer of this wonderful
country Philippines
the man whom i idolized of the given task, the
Boss, who shared his precious knowledge from his
experienced; a listening friend to our personal and
office inquiries, a fatherly man, that leads us to
harmony with other employees and a friend that
hold us to join in the pedestal of journey to reach the
passion of joy
my salute, and great respect to this humble man and
may the beginning of our search of a better tomorrow
be a successful worker of today.......
' a poem dedicated to Mr.Pacifico Berlan our Boss,
a Friend and a Loving family man of our time '
Engr. Enriquita T. Liao
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Boss Of Me
Yes, no, maybe
I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair, so I just stare at the stain on the wall where
The TV'd been, but ever since we've moved in it's been empty
Why I, why I'm in this room
There is no point explaining
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is a test, but I confess
I like this mess I've made so far
Grade on a curve and you'll observe
I'm right below the horizon
Yes, no, maybe, I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Why ….. Boss Always Bann FB FB?
WHY ….. Boss always bann FB FB?
Office time la …work u - work u
FB Friend la call me come u come u
Office work... Boss fear...
.Friends calls come here,
My Mind aare full in tenss
WHY ….. Boss always bann FB FB?
Boss call u work u work u
Frnds call u cum u cum u
B/w both my Mind la stuff u stuff u
Fb without life la.bore u bore u
Y boss can't ……realize …
WHY ….. Boss always bann FB FB?
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Boss Man
Boss man boss man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day
Boss man boss man turn it around
If you dont look away how can I sit down
Look at this load upon my back
Gotta get this wheel back on the track
I cant hold on but I cant let go
And I cant say yes I cant say no
Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes
If youre ready for me Im ready for you
The company plan takes all my pay
Got a child in july and another last may
Boss man boss man what do ya say
Gonna get you alone in the mine some day
Push your face down in the coal
cause you got no heart you got no soul
Country lifes the life for me
In ten more years Ill a pensioner be
The younger lad knows when the girls are out
But you might say hes a rural sprout
Boss man boss man what do ya say
Gonna get you alone in the mine some day
Boss man boss man clear the track
Youre gonna tear the skin right offa my back
Boss man, boss man what do ya say
If you cant lend a hand then get outta my way
Itll be murder in the first degree
If you ever lay your hands on me
Boss man boss man pay my rent
A dollar Ive earned is a dollar Ive spent
The company plan takes all my check
For breakin my back and riskin my neck
Boss man boss man what do ya say
I gotta get you alone in the mine some day
I cant hold on but I cant let go
And I cant say yes I cant say no
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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A happy Boss makes a happy works
into the unending work line comes a new beginning
of tolerance of adverse attitude, surfing the taste of
temper and luring smile
timing comes as it waits the gain that deals beyond,
human aspiration, the lasting praise gains no one.
but the soul that leads to the ground of sayonara in
the most astounding halos of goodbye
filled up the nice smile and return the forever respect
of the one who seat in the throne; the table and the
pen recite no one and see's the gratitude and the
work done even the night is gone
understand the boss, and jam what ever floats
in the air; knowing the good in the decision it gives
on your job the best goes flattered in the hand, the
whole things bless with fun
feel good, and save for a day, the fresh comes in
a wonderful awesome morning for you to stay, take
always the boss legacy, and chant the melody that
brings your pleasant moment with whom the
blessing comes in a spectacular happy day
the work is not yet over, always thank that the day
with your Boss will be a great moment to stay and
as you whisper a prayer, let this be the connecting
line of another life to spend with wisdom to live
stop, pose and confirm....... as you say Amen
poem by Antonio Liao
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Don't You Quit
boss,
don't you quit
loving
don't mind
the pain
i will take
over
this pumping
this beating
boss,
i am your heart
and stronger
than you think
when i was
first shattered
and broken
boss,
look, i have
no hands
look,
i heal myself
sooner
than you
think.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Da Bo$$ Would Like To See You
typed by: [email protected]
Dizzle fizzle! Da bizzle! (Boss!)
Tha bling! Tha bling! (Ah ah ah!) [echoes]
Yeah... Uh uh
It's 2002 [echoes]... And whatchu gon' do? (whatchu gon' do?)
I'ma boss up... Ironically speakin' (uh), or it is generally speakin'...
I'm the ambassador, better yet, the PROFESSOR, of G-OLOGY (of G-ology...)
Just bossin' up right now...
Uh uh... Tha Boss would like to see ya (yeah... yeah)
Tha Boss would like to see ya
Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
DOGGY! First Black with a casino! (Ah ah)
Tha Boss would like to see ya (who me?)
Yeah, I ain't takin' orders no more (Huh-uh!)
Boss Boss... [echoes]
Uh.. I'm tha Boss (ahh!)
It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here (yeah, I'm tha Boss)
It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here...
Tha Boss would like to see ya (who?)
Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya... (who? who?)
Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
DOGGY! Fist Black with a casino (ah ah!)
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss... [echoes til end]
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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You Told Me To Be Cautious
Boss...
They are 'still' not finished,
With the appetizers you served them.
And that was years ago.
What are you going to do with the main course?
'Oh,
They are going to eat this.
It took me too long to prepare it!
And some of them you see eating now...
Spent most of their lives,
Denying themselves the opportunity.
I'm loving this! '
Aren't you tired?
Don't you want to rest?
'Are you kidding?
They have yet to taste my dessert! '
You haven't prepared your 'special'
Have you?
'Yes I have!
I've got lots of time!
I am glad they decided,
To finally choose my recipes to eat!
I had heard a rumor,
No one 'believed' I did this!
In fact,
Others had stolen some of my creations.
They've got the real deal now.
And they have no idea what they are in for! '
Boss...
You're not going to get them addicted,
Are you?
'Go ahead!
Why don't you take off for the day.
You haven't seen your family in a few months.
I'll get someone else to cover for you.
I've been waiting for this,
For quite a long time!
You have no idea.
Addicted?
I'd like to think of it as mind altering.'
Oh no!
I feel sorry for them.
Remember when you gave me a few samples?
'Yes! '
My family and I are still nibbling on them!
Thank God I took your advice...
When you told me to be cautious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Job Interview
Boss lady: Tommy you got Id? ,
Tommyizzle: Hold on let me check,
Boss lady: Now I know you new,
Tommyizzle: What you mean new?
Boss lady: New at job hunting,
Tommyizzle: Now hold up (Never New) !
Boss lady: Tell you what,
Tommyizzle: What?
Boss lady: Will let you have a job,
Tommyizzle: How?
Boss lady: if you fill this out,
Tommyizzle: ok but that's ten dollars,
Boss lady: Ain't I paying you? ,
Tommyizzle: Yeah but you know,
Boss lady: I'm not your woman (But a Boss lady)
Tommyizzle: Ok
poem by Tommy Laster
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Oft I Remember...
as i place my feet
in another country i step upon
an internet cafe
goggling upon a poem
inspired by the changes of the
of the situation
on some dreams of reforms
i start to compose another poem
for the wind
&
this i cannot forget
a man on the other side
loose tie and
unbuttoned shirt
on my left busies himself
with business receipts
encoding
sending them to his boss
perhaps
to the main office
signifying profits
i still wonder
why a man like myself
wastes so much time
in this
unkind endeavor
there is no money here
but there is something more to it than money
that keeps me going
despite
those marked differences
i am no businessman
neither a worker
for any boss out there
dictating what to do with my life
after that lonely poem
that i write
i rest my fingers upon nothing
the man left hurriedly as other clients
are waiting
he keeps issuing those receipts
and must remit
encode each
over and over again
for an updat with
Boss
and then i stand up
walk past him
towards
actually an uncertain direction
perhaps the
busy streets this time where no one
recognizes
the greatness that i still keep intact
inside my
chest
for i am the anonymous poet in this
new country
that speaks not a nuance of my language
the temperature rises
but i still do not dream the need of
a straw hat
to save me from this
killing heat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Revised Poem For The Busy Businessman
as i place my feet
in another country i step upon
an internet cafe
goggling upon a poem
inspired by the changes
of the situation
on some dreams of reforms
i start to compose another poem
for the wind
&
this i cannot forget
a man on the other side
loose tie and
unbuttoned shirt
on my left busies himself
with business receipts
encoding
sending them to his boss
perhaps
to the main office
signifying profits
i still wonder
why a man like myself
wastes so much time
in this
unkind endeavor
there is no money here
but there is something more to it than money
that keeps me going
despite
those marked differences
i am no businessman
neither a worker
for any boss out there
dictating what to do with my life
after that lonely poem
that i write
i rest my fingers upon nothing
the man left hurriedly as other clients
are waiting
he keeps issuing those receipts
and must remit
encode each
over and over again
for an updat with
Boss
and then i stand up
walk past him
towards
actually an uncertain direction
perhaps the
busy streets this time where no one
recognizes
the greatness that i still keep intact
inside my
chest
for i am the anonymous poet in this
new country
that speaks not a nuance of my language
the temperature rises
but i still do not dream
for the need of
a Cesaro hat
to save me from this
killing heat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Is Your Best Friend?
Everybody needs friends, we all have friends
Some friends are closer to us than our families
If we happen to fall, there are friends to pick us up
What will our life be without friends?
There are many categories of friendship
There are casual friends, bad friends and good friends
The question here is – who is your best friend?
Friends who can turn your tears into laughter
Is your wife your best friend?
I mean the friend you go to
When you need honest advice
Is your husband your best friend?
I mean the friend who knows you
More than you know yourself
Is your brother or sister your best friend?
I mean the friend who always assists you
To solve difficult personal problems
Is your father or mother your best friend?
I mean the friend you feel safe to keep secrets
Are your in-laws your best friend?
I mean the friend you can tell anything
Is your boss or co-worker your best friend?
I mean the friend who can cover you up at work
Is your son or daughter your best friend?
I mean the friend you use as sounding board
For all your confidential and private thoughts
Is your former classmate your best friend?
I mean the friend who cheers you up on bad days
Whoever may be your best friend, remember that
A friend in need is always a friend indeed
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Dustbowl of Reflection
birth right moves to reach out our ideals,
the navel of the past resemble to find the
venture of every Cherry Blossom flower
to blown out away from the Siberian
winter
hurdle the beautiful landscaping of
Mt. Fuji that crushes the fertile valley of
China's most magnificent wonder of
beauty
the limitless aura of our inner passion,
move every stages of life to capture and
conquer the gift that heart desire and the
beauty of once the heart adore, where
the beginning of birth satisfy its reflection
of time
leave nothing but a pleasure to finish the
promise of creation, the make over of
what life is made for its purpose, for in
every stream of water, comes from every
drops of rain in the clouds
look up, as the grass grown, neither its
breathe have catches the wind to blew
down to the hell, as the clouds surf the
ground to grow, for what ever it sow, the
hands hold
make the day be the call to pursue every
hope and let the memories be a part of the
rain that pour the river and stream, for
only in you the whole creation is complete
behold God's creation......
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Road may wind.....
let the journey begin and the will finds
the righteous direction of wind propels the
future of thy soul, into the morning sky of
today
be the breezing wind gently flown to
the waiting dunes and back hurriedly to
the sweet home of wonderful beginning; a
riding wave of every fish of hook
show the prosperous journey, the clock
seems echo its waiting moment of time,
where the muddy road wishing to hold;
the suspended sky in your weary eyes, as
it say let me hold you in my tears
puzzled and troubled sweat laugh in the
trembling suite of your wonderful heart,
know not me; cause the pain but a laughter
hold me to gain your great victory in every
hand and dream we hold on
make me, believe that the sharp edge of
time leaves with me, until the bottom of the
sand of the sea capture the wisdom of being
free
i am lifting to stand by your blessed hand,
let me live for another day to stay.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Boss
His visitors call him boss
and they bow their heads on him.
He's the boss
but the only thing he can do now
is move his eyes
and shed tears.
He was the boss
and still the boss
but he can no longer say it
so he only shed tears.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Big Boss Man
(words & music by smith - dixon)
Big boss man, cant you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, cant you hear me when I call?
Cant you hear me when I call?
Well you aint so big, you know youre just tall thats all, all right
Well you got me workin boss man
Workin round the clock
I wanna little drink of water
But you wont let big al stop
Big boss man now cant you hear me when I call? all right
I said you aint so big, you know youre just tall thats all
Big boss man, why cant you hear me when I call? all right
You know you aint so big, I said youre just tall thats all, all right
Im gonna get me a boss man
One whos gonna treat me right
I work hard in the day time
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, cant you hear me when I call? cant you hear me when I call?
I said you aint so big, youre just tall thats all
Im gonna get me a boss man
One thats gonna treat me right
I work hard in the evenin
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, big boss man, cant you hear me when I call?
I said you aint so big, youre just tall thats all
All right, big boss man
Its all right
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Loan Shark's Secretary
She writes on a piece of paper; My Boss is a multi-millionaire
Though he's never been to a school.
Boss questioned her 'What do you write honey'
'I am writing about you sir' Secretary replied.
'Then read it louder' Boss said.
'My Boss knows the secret of success than a learned person.'
When she gets her pay slip the following month she found it has been increased more than a double.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Running With The Boss Sound
Yesterday by the paperstand I felt the power
Of another religion
Rebels with a cause came out of the sun
And spoke the only language theyd been given
Creepers tapping out the beat as I felt the heat
Man they sure looked neat
Well tonight for sure
You could feel the same as me
We didnt have to fight
On the other side of town
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
In the day we use machines or brains
Cos we need hard cash for living
And later between tracks & raps with friends
Well find some time for loving
Stratocasters straff the sky
As disco johnny hustles by
Man those feet can fly, high
Well tonight lets dance and risk romance
Baby lets take a chance
Well make it in a single bound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
I feel it in the air and I know that youre there
We wont let you down
The phantoms of the underground
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Racing wild with the radios blasting
Out ready steady go
As we rip through the charts
Crashing like angles
At the end of rocks rainbow
Electricity runs in my blood like gods
Man if you could see it
By tonight for sure youd be the same as me
A junkie needing more
Our feet burning up the ground
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Yeah were burning up the ground
Where the rockabilly beat pounds
With the ska rhythm pressing down
Where the skinhead moon stomp pounds
Where the heavy metal comes down
When the punk rockers are round
Yeah you and I are found
Yeah you and I are found
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
Running with the boss sound
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Who My Friend Is
My friend is me
I am my friend
My friend is my rock, refuge and strength
Oh yea, my friend give strengths back to my weaknesses.
With my friend I can be me
My friend is the hand that leads me on
In the dark, my friend is my light
My shelter from the rain
My umbrella from the scorching sun
Oh yea, my friend is my guardian angel
My friend is a friend who makes me desire to be a child once again
I laugh, I cry.I shout, i scream with my friend beside me
My friend is cross-your-heart-and-hope-
To-die friend.
My friend kiss out the pain from my heart when am hurt
And reach down deeper to kiss my soul with love.
Absolute, best is my friend.
poem by Blessing Ekpe
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Sonnet: Boss’ Day (Oct.16)
Some bosses do not know what fairness is!
Some bosses want to be corrupt in life;
Some bosses work endlessly without bliss;
Some bosses cut their employees like knife!
Some bosses do not want to be honest;
Some bosses talk but do opposite things;
Some bosses do not want workers to rest;
Some bosses live a lazy life like kings!
Good bosses are good administrators;
Good bosses think of employees’ welfare;
Good bosses are not liars / orators;
Good bosses serve their employees and share.
What sort of boss do you prefer to be?
A boss must live a life exemplary!
Dedicated to all bosses world-o'er
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-22-2007
poem by John Celes
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The boss is away
When the cat is away,
The mice rejoice and play.
Freedom to relax and to sleep,
Only play, no work please.
Free to gossip, free to loiter,
Tell everyone it’s time to fritter.
No urgency, no hurry, no tension,
Everything must wait,
As long as you want to.
Personal work, personal problems,
Are more important folks.
So while the boss is away,
No checks, no supervision,
We are our own bosses.
Work at will or have a holiday,
Tea, coffee, merriment all day.
Let the workaholics slog and say,
Hard work, sincerity, honesty.
When the boss comes let’s see,
Whether to work or shirk,
Today is the day to rejoice,
Tomorrow will be a different day,
So be it.
poem by Ramesh Adwant
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