There are no menial jobs, only menial attitudes.
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There are no menial jobs, only menial attitudes.
quote by William John Bennett
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Jobs?
Jobs?
They don't want jobs.
Not the ones they exclaim,
Can make a down payment...
On credited fantasies.
And they want to be able to pay for them.
They want money.
And lots of it.
They are above pushing a broom.
They've been spoiled by 'entitlements'.
That's why those who created those jobs,
Found a cheaper way to produce their products...
Now being made overseas.
With more sweating they get,
From grateful and pleasant employees.
Not discussing their retirement plans,
Or increments of expected raises.
Those employers wanting to survive,
Have prioritized their needs as well.
With a paying of those interested in creating quality...
And not those more involved,
In discussing where they vacation...
During a two hour lunch break.
While complaining what the boss makes...
Or who shops where for a price making eyes pop.
As they within eight hours do exactly what they please.
To leave a job before it is time...
Completing nothing that is due.
Jobs?
They had jobs.
And complained 'aliens' were taking them away.
When blacks began getting tips waiting on tables,
It was soon discovered how they were no longer qualified,
To do menial work.
Since 'some' folks began to realize,
Those menial positions could become very lucrative.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Must Be An Easier Way
To earn one's living there must be an easier way
Than working in a menial job for menial pay
You age so fast your hair prematurely gray
And you must work hard till your retirement day.
When you ask the boss for a raise his answer no
For a raise in pay you must have more to show
The unemployed are many and the jobs are few
And there's plenty more to do the job you do.
At 5.30 a m each work day from bed I rise
Before daylight has lit the morning skies
Then long drive to work in smoky old work van
Such is the lot of the common working man.
The chap next door seems better off than I
He does not work yet life he does enjoy
Whilst I'm at work he rest at home in bed
And he doesn't look deprived or underfed
With six year old son and a non working wife
He live an easy and a stress free life
And I've heard it said that he's never worked a day
But good luck to him is all that I can say.
I do not receive or seek sympathy
For there are many far worse off than me
But living life would be a lot more fun
If I did not have to rise before the sun
poem by Francis Duggan
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It is not serving, but servility, that is menial.
quote by Hortense Odlum
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For my own part, I had rather suffer any inconvenience from having to work occasionally in chambers and kitchen... than witness the subservience in which the menial class is held in Europe.
quote by Harriet Martineau
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Those who produce should have, but we know that those who produce the most - that is, those who work hardest, and at the most difficult and most menial tasks, have the least.
quote by Eugene V. Debs
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The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of setting goals and achieving them. Even the most tedious chore will become endurable as you parade through each day convinced that every task, no matter how menial or boring, brings you closer to fulfilling your dreams.
quote by Og Mandino
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The Kindly Copper
Oh, for that kindly copper
I knew long years ago,
A stalwart man and proper,
Crime's unrelenting foe.
He was for me a shield, a friend
Who sole concern was to defend
Such just rights as I know.
My bedtime thoughts went with him
What time his forthright feet,
In slow and measured rhythm,
Patrolled his midnight beat;
And, knowing he was on my side,
I blessed him, snugly satisfied,
Our concord was complete.
And now, tho' we've neglected
No duty, sought no change,
This friend I once respected
Half hostile grows, and strange.
They've made of him a hybrid thing:
And jobs we both dislike now bring
Him well within my range.
His stern eye holds suspicions
I feel I don't deserve
Re rules and requisitions
That fairly get my nerve.
And, when I motor thro' the land,
His great, prohibitive, red hand
Restrains my merry verve.
They give him duties menial
Jobs that no proud cop asks;
So that he, once so genial,
No more in favor basks.
And I am quite convinced the pop
ularity of any cop
Must suffer thro' these tasks.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Xerxes
Petty jobs and sanitations,
From Kasua to Makola!
But it is like living in the den of wild wolves;
For odious and irksome are the attitudes of the people.
Petty jobs and sanitations,
From Agbogbloshi to Mallam Atta!
But with the mass order of churches without any moral charge;
And like the irksome attitudes of most of us on this earth.
Wolves in sheep skin!
Like a pastor caught with swallowed pallets of heroin;
For another day of the human history is recorded,
And like the odious and the irksome acts of the people.
The sadism and the lexicographical work,
'Di wo ho ni'! !
And let us make patience a valued habit.
I am Xerxes and i know my way and rules,
But the acts of this people looks so odd to me!
However, we still have to teach many to understand the real meaning of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Workers Of America
good work...
hard work that you're
respected for, compensated
fairly for.....
no work is menial!
the man who picks up
and hauls your trash,
just as important,
just as worthy,
as the banker or businessman!
picking fruit, working in hospitals,
working on machines...
all needed!
all work done well,
is poetry in itself!
do your job!
hold your head up!
and employers,
pay your people well!
the workers of America,
the backbone of freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Guilty One
I was never the one
guilty guilty guilty
of not not loving
the other enough.
You were meant
to be with me
but you are not.
Therefore
you were not
equal to
a great love
or the sacrifices
needed.
Were you too afraid
to commit to love
in a material age
where everything is sold
at market price?
Does your job
justify justify justify
your menial pleasures
or is your existence life
still meaningless
with status but no love?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One Sweeps By
ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them.
One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair,
He has the simple magnificence of health and strength,
His face strikes as with flashes of lightning whoever it turns
toward.
Three old men slowly pass, followed by three others, and they by
three others,
They are beautiful--the one in the middle of each group holds his
companions by the hand,
As they walk, they give out perfume wherever they walk.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Rainbow Habitation.
Let me build a habitation
In a span of the rainbow
A rainbow spanning a valley
Perhaps somewhere unknown.
To escape from this wasteland
Where people jostle
In some routine menial task
Where there is no living
But mere surviving
Dictated by lords of in logic
Of the impulses born of reaction.
Away from the gloomy gates
Where the dull brain retards
The entry of soul’s passage
Into wider vistas
Which ever confined to a world
Narrowly and a small.
poem by Durlabh Singh
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Rest in Peace
No more for you the city's thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never again be felt.
No more, if still you wander, will you meet
With nights of unabating bitterness;
They cannot reach you in your safe retreat,
The city's hate, the city's prejudice!
'Twas sudden--but your menial task is done,
The dawn now breaks on you, the dark is over,
The sea is crossed, the longed-for port is won;
Farewell, oh, fare you well! my friend and lover.
poem by Claude McKay
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The Presence
I sit within my room, and joy to find
That Thou who always lov'st, art with me here,
That I am never left by Thee behind,
But by thyself Thou keep'st me ever near;
The fire burns brighter when with Thee I look,
And seems a kinder servant sent to me;
With gladder heart I read thy holy book,
Because thou art the eyes by which I see;
This aged chair, that table, watch and door
Around in ready service ever wait;
Nor can I ask of Thee a menial more
To fill the measure of my large estate,
For Thou thyself, with all a father's care,
Where'er I turn, art ever with me there.
poem by Jones Very
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Today...
Today, the leaves were greener
Today, the sky wasn’t grey
Today, the sun was brighter
Yes, it changed today
Today, people transformed
Today, they weren’t rude
Today, I felt loved
All just today, it’s true
Today, I lived for today
Today, was not for the future
Today, was a great day
Not menial, tiring, brutal
Today, I laughed in silence
Today didn’t make me cry
Today, everything became clearer
But, today, I couldn’t figure out why
And today, if everything changed
And today, if it wasn’t a dream
I don’t know what happened
But today will become everyday, it seems.
poem by Shreya Madhogarhia
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Graduation
Have never faced challenge so gross
Once was a thing to rejoice
But after experiencing the hardship
Presented to me by the outside world...
Can't seem to figure where my faith lye
It all started after graduation
Everyone sending their warmth kudos
Then, I felt like the greatest achiever
But years past still roaming the streets
In search for a better tomorrow
My name now a household example
Of the numerous jobless graduates
Just another figure added
To the long list of unemployed youths
With my jeans getting worn out
So also is my creativity in the labour market
The only exotic memory i have left
Is the hope of meeting my glorious colleagues…
On my way to the promise land
My acclaimed journey might be rough
But people are only interested in the brighter pix
Never knew this is what graduation is all about
Smiling faces as they all welcome you
After successful completion of studies...
Frowning faces after several months
Of scavenging for menial jobs
Quite had a lot of smile on my face before graduation
But now, the sole of my shoe explains it all
Discovered my talent on the rough edge of life
With this weapon called genius
I will triumph over failure
Wish to turn their gossip about my wretchedness
To that of the most accomplished graduate
Those who understand my cry
Should match along with me into stardom...
poem by Rabo Sanusi
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A L M S
A donkey with stacks on its back
Takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty
Be they sand bags or sandal planks
Earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees
For a menial, crushing clods
What Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn
In paddy fields or for precious lodes
Rakes the same rewards of few steel coins
Mind you! The meaning of these alms
Tossed by mean masters at their thralls’ grovel
“Alive they come for one more Diem
To fill rosters at the chime of the bell”
With ample breath to toil and shrivel
But not enough to question and rebel
poem by Sathya Narayana
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The Calculation Of Life
Thou art aged; but recount,
Since thy early life began,
What may be the just amount
Thou shouldst number of thy span:
How much to thy debts belong,
How much when vain fancy caught thee,
How much to the giddy throng,
How much to the poor who sought thee,
How much to thy lawyer's wiles,
How much to thy menial crew,
How much to thy lady's smiles,
How much to thy sick-bed due,
How much for thy hours of leisure,
For thy hurrying to and fro,
How much for each idle pleasure,—
If the list thy memory know.
Every wasted, misspent day,
Which regret can ne'er recall,—
If all theso them tak'st away,
Thou wilt find thy age but small:
That thy years were falsely told,
And, even now, thou art not old.
poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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A Childs Sadness
A child s sadness (10/12/11)
Why do I feel this sadness deep inside
Is it mistakes that I try to hide?
Like a drowning victim gasping for air
Your chest becomes tight and your hearts in despair.
Like a wind blown feather landing on the ground
You want to scream, but you don’t make a sound.
Hundreds of people all around
Yet this sadness gets you down.
You don’t know how or why you get this way
You just want to hide - or run away.
Some get sad for menial things
But this is what sadness brings.
So this thought I will inflict
“ you have to get over it really quick”.
Sadness can pull you down, especially
When there’s no help around.
TAKE YOUR LIPS AND SPREAD THEM WIDE
AND PULL OUT THAT LAUGHTER FROM DEEP INSIDE.
Did you feel the difference that it brought
This is what I was taught.
SMILE! : -)
poem by Louis Rams
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