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Sonnet; Every Labour's Dignified

No work's below one's dignity to do;
No job appears of lesser importance;
Life's hierarchy needs to be maintained too;
Nothing exists of less significance.

All don't have brains the same and act similar;
All can't be literate to same extent;
Some things are best kept cool in the cellar;
It need not be construed as 'mal- intent'.

'Tis best, one does the things he can do best;
There is no need to vie with your brother;
And each one has a variable work and rest,
We need not of the other much bother.

God knows each creature's soul, its pros and cons;
A dress of sanity, unmatched, He dons.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: How to Reap Success?

Many things man wants to do in his life,
By roads easy and free himself from strife;
And many times he fails by foolish plans,
And designs, he ambitions tallness sans.

Failures are due to poor strategy oft,
And determinations that become soft;
Choosing the right field is quite important;
Come success to those who work incessant.

Weigh then the pros and cons of doing things,
And estimate the profit/ stress, life brings;
Check out if body’s fit for hardest work;
In case you fail, then never go berserk.

Faith, hope and hard work are most crucial things,
And this is true too of Poesy’s Wings.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Ants Too Are Great

The Ants too serve the Lord in greater ways;
If not for them, who will devour the dead
Of flora, fauna? Nobody them pays;
But that is how they work and get well fed.

They work much more than any human soul;
Their little brains can think a lot of things;
Never-ending, they labor for a goal;
Suff’ring adverse conditions, Nature brings.

What unity exists within the clan!
They worked in unison in disaster;
They are so industrious, much more than man;
For body size, they run even faster.

Man has to learn many lessons from the ants;
They live much satisfied with lesser wants.

poem by John Celes
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she signed out
without at least saying
gtg
or simply bye

where's my usual
lol
?

as i rest from
other things
of equal importance

as she
appears invisible
or busy
or walked out

i stop
for a while, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking

about what to do
with my life

so many choices now
but the emptiness keeps invading
every word
i have in my mind, as though they no longer have any significance
at all

i log out
i log in
i sign out
i sign in again

and there she is the snobbish soul still keeping
her own things
matters of greater importance
than myself

who i am?
i still ask, who i am? she rejects my pleas,
her silence so hurting

i feel the pain of
abandonment, rejection and

ignorance,

lapse of time, wasting moments
useless thoughts,
destructive imaginings

i have one choice though....

submit a new poem

a breather.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Workout Plan

Some girls are all about
wishing things would've worked out
or wondering why
things didn't work out
don't work out
won't work out
or if only this
or that
then things would've worked out.
It's as if instead of working things out
and things working out
all they really wanted was a good workout
I guess just let them
work themselves out
cause I just want things to work out
if that's cool

poem by Brandon Adamson
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Work To Work

Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...

Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...

Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...

Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for

Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...

Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day

Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...

Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...

Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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If perchance there should be foolish speakers who, together with those ignorant of all mathematics, will take it upon themselves to decide concerning these things, and because of some place in the Scriptures wickedly distorted to their purpose, should dare to assail this my work, they are of no importance to me, to such an extent do I despise their judgment as rash.

quote by Nicolaus Copernicus
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A School Is So Not Cool

School Is Not So Cool

School, School, School,
A school is not cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass
We can’t bother another class
We can’t save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have class work
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!

poem by Fahed Sharaf
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Lost in the Cycle

Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
STOP
and
do
nothing
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Stay up
No sleep
Go to sleep
Peace
Except not
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
'No!
Rest! '
No Rest
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,
did you?
Begin repeat

poem by Jessica Cummings
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Maggies Farm

I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin me insane
Its a shame
The way she makes me
Scrub the floor
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
Nah, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The national guard stands around his door
I aint gonna work, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I aint gonna work for, nah
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I aint gonna work on, nah
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Version

VERSION
It is known that not all the
Versions are same but varies
From person to person
Even from literate to the illiterate,
When it comes to light, we come together,
To say that the light is better, than dark,
Since we do all things in light,
Do labor cook, play, dance, and drive
Does all activities while the sun is up,
Also when there is power for to see and assist,
So it is a fact that we work when there is light,
Struggle hard shed sweat, for the bread and butter,
But when sun sets, dark dares and sets in,
Labors comes to rest, birds to nest,
Kids back from play ground, Cattle from meadow
Vehicles to sheds, all comes to rest,
So light leads us to work and struggle,
Whereas dark takes us to rest and relief,
So without dark we cannot survive
Light is ideal for the day work,
Dark for the nights rest and relax
Both are good, both are better
But dark is best of both
It a version of my friends Ashok and kishore what is yours

poem by Dr.Balnarayana Bandam
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When making a decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageous to consider all the pros and cons. In vital matters, however, such as the choice of a mate or a profession, the decision should come from the unconscious, from somewhere within ourselves. In the important decisions of personal life, we should be governed, I think, by the deep inner needs of our nature.

quote by Sigmund Freud
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Keep Your Cool, Baby!

Keep your cool, Baby;
Keep your cool please;
Life is not so simple;
Yet live, we must, in peace.

Keep your cool, Baby;
Take all things with ease;
Life on earth has problems;
And comes too, disease.

Keep your cool, Baby;
Expect the worst things;
Plan your future properly;
All can’t be queens, kings!

Keep your cool, Baby;
Work hard all the time;
Success is not guaranteed,
Like the changing clime.

Keep your cool, Baby;
Be optimistic;
Life has sorrows and joys too,
Making holistic.

Keep your cool, Baby;
Take life as it comes;
Time and tide, awaits no one;
All trees don’t bear plums!

poem by John Celes
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Without a car in Pretoria

There are few things that bother as much
as to look for you car
and almost to count the other car’s,
when you come round a corner
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to know the fear
that it is stolen.

There are fewer things that bother as much
as when two of your cars get stolen
and something is wrong with the insurance of both
and to be without any car in Pretoria
and to tell everyone that you call
of your predicament
and no Police ever being able to find any car
and every similar car that drives by
looks to you like the stolen one
and the robbers are now much better off than you.

There are few things that bother as much
as to walk
and stand with a hand stretched out
and the worst is to tell other people
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to read comprehension in their eyes.

poem by Gert Strydom
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In A Minute

I can be just like the others
I can act just like your brother
I can dress just like your mother
I can be but I dont bother
In a minute, in a minute
I can be these things
In a minute dont you get it
Dont you get it
If I was to be as cruel as I could be
Would you like to still give all of your life to me?
In a minute, in a minute
I can be these things
In a minute dont you get it
Dont you get it
I can be just like the others
I can act just like your brother
I can dress just like your mother
I can be but I dont bother
In a minute, in a minute
I can be these things
In a minute dont you get it
Dont you get it

song performed by by Ours
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Maggies Farm

I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin me insane.
Its a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If youre havin a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I aint gonna work for maggies brother no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The national guard stands around his door.
Ah, I aint gonna work for maggies pa no more.
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
No, I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa.
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four.
I aint gonna work for maggies ma no more.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
No, I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I aint gonna work on maggies farm no more.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Break Loose

I’m growing old disgracefully.
It is not eccentricity
but a decision I have made,
Though rules are meant to be obeyed
.
The time has come to be just me
and not the me you’d have me be.
Although perhaps you’ll fume and fuss
I do not give a tinkers cuss.

No keeping up appearances.
Seeking official clearances
to the things I want to do.
If you don’t like it you can sue.

No three piece suit and tie for me
I aim for comfort casually.
There’s no one who I need impress.
Removes the need to power dress.

What you see is what you get
I am quite real so don’t forget.
No man can say he is my boss
I cannot say I feel the loss.

Retired now completely free
to be the man I want to be..
I have no need to chase success
I never did I must confess.

I lived my life as I thought best.
I think I earned the right to rest.
I find that rest’s eluding me
and I have little time that’s free

It’s rather strange but now I find
I left the world of work behind.
I’m busier than I was before
I find that I am doing more.

More than I ever did at work
although I was not one to shirk.
Perhaps because I can refuse
to do the things of little use.

Which used to be required of me
by people in authority
of little use to anyone.
Not now those days are long gone

I’ve cast aside my public face.
The mask I used to keep in place.
So I can act disgracefully
and let whole world see it’s me.

So growing old disgracefully
Is much more fun than quietly
Just taking to my easy chair
and let the world forget I’m there.

There’s more to life than the TV
I want to live outrageously.
Its my intent to break the rules.
which rule the life of the poor fools.

Who think at sixty life is done.
Retirement is the time for fun.
I find I can enjoy each day
in doing things in my own way.

Take my advice and don’t think twice
retirement is very nice.
Cast off responsibility
grow old disgracefully like me.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Four Letter 'Work' Song

Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.

Buddy Bee Anthony

poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Origins

The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.

I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.

The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.

Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.

I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.

I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.

I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.

I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life

poem by Maura Herboldsheimer
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