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14,091 | SandraFowler | TheWorldIsWinter | Today the world...
Landscaped in pen and ink by
hidden hands
Is winter and embossed in white
on white,
The sky cries down its tears
upon the earth.
Black angled trees...
An onyx labyrinth twists down
the wind
Until the ground is rippled
white brocade
bemeath a shifting candleflame
of sun.
And we ourselves... | winter |
14,092 | WaltWhitman | ToALocomotiveInWinter | THEE for my recitative!
Thee in the driving storm, even as now--the snow--the winter-day
declining;
Thee in thy panoply, thy measured dual throbbing, and thy beat
convulsive;
Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel;
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating,
shuttling at t... | winter |
14,093 | RobertGraves | ToJuanAtTheWinterSolstice | There is one story and one story only
That will prove worth your telling,
Whether as learned bard or gifted child;
To it all lines or lesser gauds belong
That startle with their shining
Such common stories as they stray into.
Is it of trees you tell, their months and virtues,
Or strange beasts that beset you,
O... | winter |
14,094 | ClaudeMcKay | ToWinter | Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows!
There is a subtle sweetness in the sun,
The ripples on the stream's breast gaily run,
The wind more boisterously by me blows,
And each succeeding day now longer grows.
The birds a gladder music have begun,
The squirrel, full of mischief and of fun,
From maples' topmos... | winter |
14,095 | EugeneONeill | ToWinter | "Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.
I do not love thy snow and sleet
Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
My freezing toes.
For why should I be happy or
E'en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
Cook or Peary.
My eyes are red, my li... | winter |
14,096 | WilliamBlake | ToWinter | O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathèd
In ribbèd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes,
... | winter |
14,107 | ThomasHardy | WinterInDurnoverField | Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and
frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about thereon,
and wistfully eyeing the surface. Wind keen from north-east: sky a
dull grey.
(Triolet)
Rook.--Throughout the field I find no grain;
The cruel frost encrusts the cornland!
Starl... | winter |
14,097 | TimothySteele | TowardTheWinterSolstice | Although the roof is just a story high,
It dizzies me a little to look down.
I lariat-twirl the rope of Christmas lights
And cast it to the weeping birch's crown;
A dowel into which I've screwed a hook
Enables me to reach,lift,drape,and twine
The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs
Will accent the tree's ele... | winter |
14,098 | AlfredEdwardHousman | TwiceAWeekTheWinterThorough | Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder 'tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones ... | winter |
14,099 | MatsuoBasho | WhenTheWinterChrysanthemumsGo | When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.
Translated by Robert Hass | winter |
14,100 | RobertBurns | WinterADirge | The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
Th... | winter |
14,101 | OgdenNash | WinterComplaint | Now when I have a cold
I am careful with my cold,
I consult a physician
And I do as I am told.
I muffle up my torso
In woolly woolly garb,
And I quaff great flagons
Of sodium bicarb.
I munch on aspirin,
I lunch on water,
And I wouldn’t dream of osculating
Anybody’s daughter,
And to anybody’s son
I wouldn’t... | winter |
14,102 | WalterdelaMare | WinterDusk | Dark frost was in the air without,
The dusk was still with cold and gloom,
When less than even a shadow came
And stood within the room.
But the three around the fire,
None turned a questioning head to look,
Still read a clear voice, on and on,
Still stooped they o'er their book.
The children watched their mothe... | winter |
14,103 | ArchibaldLampman | WinterEvening | To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream
The streets that narrow to the westward gleam
Like rows of golden palaces; and high
From all the crowded chimneys tower and die
A thousand aureoles. Down in the west
The brimming plains beneath the sunset rest,
One burning sea of ... | winter |
14,104 | GeorgTrakl | WinterEvening | When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell...
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.
From their wandering, many
Come on dark paths to this gateway.
The tree of grace is flowering in gold
Out of the cool sap of the earth.
In stillness, wanderer, step in:
Grief has... | winter |
14,105 | MatsuoBasho | WinterGarden | Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
Translated by Robert Hass | winter |
14,106 | GeorgeMeredith | WinterHeavens | Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,
In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.
They waken waves of thoughts that burst to f... | winter |
14,108 | ClaudeMcKay | WinterInTheCountry | Sweet life! how lovely to be here
And feel the soft sea-laden breeze
Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair
Free limbs to see, the lesser trees'
Bare hands to touch, the sparrow's cheep
To heed, and watch his nimble flight
Above the short brown grass asleep.
Love glorious in his friendly might,
Music that ev... | winter |
14,109 | JohannWolfgangvonGoethe | WinterJourneyOverTheHartzMountain | LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey,--
Hover, my song!
For a God hath
Unto each prescribed
His destined path,
Which the happy one
Runs o'er swiftly
To his glad goal:
He whose heart cruel
Fate hath contracted,
Struggles but vainly
Against all the barrie... | winter |
14,110 | HenryDavidThoreau | WinterMemories | Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring stew them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievences.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in... | winter |
14,111 | WilliamJaySmith | WinterMorning | All night the wind swept over the house
And through our dream
Swirling the snow up through the pines,
Ruffling the white, ice-capped clapboards,
Rattling the windows,
Rustling around and below our bed
So that we rode
Over wild water
In a white ship breasting the waves.
We rode through the night
On green, marb... | winter |
14,112 | ChristinaGeorginaRossetti | WinterMySecret | I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Toda... | winter |
14,113 | BorisPasternak | WinterNight | It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane
The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs ... | winter |
14,114 | AdrianWait | WinterNights | What is this feeling within my heart;
Concealed by daylight hours, in a shroud of taut restraint.
Winter evenings consume, yesterdays pursue me,
Smiling, speaking, acting – I can cope, I can cope….
An injured heart bares healing in the nearness of love,
Yet love becomes frigid when winter sweeps in, I am... | winter |
14,115 | KumarmaniMahakul | WinterOhDearWinter | Winter! Oh dear our sweet winter,
You are our only lovely time hinter.
We wait for you again waking soon,
Sun rays fall we do get warm boon.
Even at noon we search a blanket,
Some feel happy some wear jacket.
Basket brings a little girl for flower,
She moves toward Church's tower.
Some burn candle and do get li... | winter |
14,147 | ErhardHansJosefLang | AndTheGodsMayWorkTheirMagicOutEvenWithTheMantraLost | Hair-raising novelty;
Unbelievable story.
Yet something truly experienced.
In India all of them were all ears,
When I once fell into recounting the story to men by the roadside,
Clad in pure white, who became
Visibly quite amused and elated by such foreign freelance reports from
Their world of heavenly Hindu ear... | work |
14,116 | RobertSouthey | Winter | A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee,
Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey
As the long moss upon the apple-tree;
Blue-lipt, an icedrop at thy sharp blue nose,
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way
Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows.
They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth,
Old ... | winter |
14,117 | WalterdelaMare | Winter | Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and... | winter |
14,118 | WilliamMorris | Winter | I am Winter, that do keep
Longing safe amidst of sleep:
Who shall say if I were dead
What should be remembered? | winter |
14,119 | WilliamShakespeare | Winter | When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind... | winter |
14,120 | MargePiercy | WinterPromises | Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks,
eggplants glossy as waxed fenders,
purple neon flawless glistening
peppers, pole beans fecund and fast
growing as Jack's Viagra-sped stalk,
big as truck tire zinnias that mildew
will never wilt, roses weighing down
a bush never touched by black spot,
brave little fruit ... | winter |
14,121 | JohnCroweRansom | WinterRemembered | Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
Think not, when fire was bright upon my bricks,
And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter,
I glowed like them, the simple burning st... | winter |
14,122 | ElinorMortonWylie | WinterSleep | When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as loud as stone on steel,
When stone turns flour instead of flakes,
And frost bakes clay as fire bakes,
When the hard-bitten fields at last
Crack like iron flawed in the cast,
When the world is wicked and cross and old,
I long to be quit of the cruel cold.
Little birds l... | winter |
14,123 | ArchibaldLampman | WinterSolitude | I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green,
With naught but frost and the coming of night between,
And a long thin cloud above the colour of August rye.
I sat in the midst of a plain on my snowshoes with bended knee
Where the thin wind stung my cheeks,
An... | winter |
14,124 | MatsuoBasho | WinterSolitude | Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
Translated by Robert Hass | winter |
14,125 | Anonymous | WinterSolstice | When you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt upright staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction
Get out of bed
knock at the door of your nearest friend
ask to lie down ask to be held
Listen while whispered words
turn the hole into deep night sky
stars c... | winter |
14,126 | KatherineMansfield | WinterSong | Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
... | winter |
14,127 | WilfredOwen | WinterSong | The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.
From off your face, into the winds of winter,
The sun-brown and the sum... | winter |
14,128 | CharlotteBront├л | WinterStores | WE take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.
Existence seems a summer eve,
Warm, soft, and full of peace;... | winter |
14,129 | RobertLouisStevenson | WinterTime | Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my fro... | winter |
14,130 | WilliamCarlosWilliams | WinterTrees | All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold. | winter |
14,131 | ArchibaldLampman | WinterUplands | The frost that stings like fire upon my cheek,
The loneliness of this forsaken ground,
The long white drift upon whose powdered peak
I sit in the great silence as one bound;
The rippled sheet of snow where the wind blew
Across the open fields for miles ahead;
The far-off city towered and roofed in blue
A tender ... | winter |
14,132 | SamuelEarle | WinterWinter | Winter, winter, winter,
When are you going away.
I love it when you snow, but i hate it when you stay.
At first i start to play, until the end of day.
But when the snow gets hard, I wish you go away. | winter |
14,133 | JosephTRenaldi | WinterWonderland | There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I lik... | winter |
14,134 | HenryWadsworthLongfellow | WoodsInWinter | When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
O'er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.
Where, twisted round th... | winter |
14,135 | WilliamBarnes | ZummerAnWinter | When I led by zummer streams
The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her,
While the zun, wi' evenen beams,
Did cast our sheades athirt the water;
Winds a-blowen,
Streams a-flowen,
Skies a-glowen,
Tokens ov my jay zoo fleeten,
Heightened it, that happy meeten.
Then, when maid an' man took pleaces,
Gay in winte... | winter |
14,136 | MichaelShepherd | 0129ASketchOfThePoetAtWorkWcw | a happy man
saying,
life | work |
14,137 | RishaAhmed12yrs | 095Work | You don’t need to help me please
You can go and sit in peace
Because I will do my best
And God will do the rest
All my work is done
And I’ll go have some fun
Cause I have done my best
And god will do the rest
So shall I go and have some rest please
And you can go and watch TV in ease. | work |
14,138 | MaryNagy | 3WillWorkForFood | I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait.
We finally saved the money so we started on our ''date''.
They were so very happy to be on there way to see
this show that they'd been saving for even more than me.
Standing by the corner, he came into our view.
He looked so very helpless that I knew what... | work |
14,139 | RajaramRamachandran | A37SheWasGivenLightWork | “The whole world is watching
How Sister Bernarde is living?
Had she died, on us the blame
Surely would’ve come.”
“So, we should keep her
Healthy and safe here,
Let her duty be light
Till she feels alright.”
As a rebirth for her it was,
The Bishop said like this.
Taken out from the kitchen,
Light work, she wa... | work |
14,140 | KenBennight | APoetsWorkIsNeverDone | Paragraphs,
of words to be.
Written down,
to fill a need.
Sentences,
penned forth to read.
Hung on walls,
for all to see.
Explanations,
of the past.
For the future,
made to last.
Little words,
that make us dream.
Fantasize,
cry and scream.
Delivered to us,
in a grin,
Read in ways,
that chill the skin... | work |
14,141 | TomJMariani | APoetsWorkIsNeverDone | What's keepng me
From writing better poetry
(Beyond not finding a word
That rhymes with orange)
I don't see myself as a poet
No one has granted me a license
I have however somehow
Learned how to wheedle words
Out of my head
Onto a blank page
I'll admit I have had to
Kick them around a bit
After they have la... | work |
14,142 | FaySlimm | AWomansWork | They say it's never done.
A woman's work.
When, and how can we find fun
Without shirking
All the things there are to do?
Here's a clue.
Try to be aware of
Gifts, hiding in
Every dull and mundane job.
When cooking - stop -
Think, 'how does this vegetable FEEL'
When peeling.
Then, arranging flowers.
Spare on... | work |
14,143 | RameshTA | AWorkDoneWell | They are happy because I have moved with them;
They remember that today I spoke to them.
The day has ended as the working time is over;
Surely someone will say a kind word of me there.
The day is going fast whether we know or not;
But we have done the best we can in time tight.
Certainly everyone is rejoicing ove... | work |
14,144 | MargePiercy | AWorkOfArtifice | The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
... | work |
14,145 | BobGotti | AllThingsWorkOut | All Things will indeed fall in place, for our God is a God of Grace.
All fears God will erase away, giving you comfort along the way.
Replacing the fear He does erase, with God’s peace in its place.
Soon what seems so very new, will all be common place for you.
The Grace God bestows on you, in His time will see you... | work |
14,146 | WoodyGuthrie | AllWorkTogether | My mommy told me an' the teacher told me, too,
There's all kinds of work that I can do:
Dry my dishes, sweep my floor,
But if we all work together it won't take very long.
We all work together with a wiggle and a giggle,
We all work together with a giggle and a grin.
We all work together with a wiggle and a giggl... | work |
14,148 | DavidTaylor | ArrivingAtWorkADayBegins | A glint of early morning sun reflected
in the shiny waxed panels of the parked cars
with blinding rays of light from the mirrored wings
bursting star like on my eyes from a focal intensity
only a pale shadow of the low lying god in my heaven
which hung with unknown colour in a pale blue sky.
The sole of my shoe c... | work |
14,149 | D├│nallDempsey | ArtistAtWork | I trace
with trembling fingertip
the naked caligraphy
of your body
my hands
creating you
out of this darkness
so that dawn
finds you
drawn with such
exquisite passion
that it tells
the sun
to look:
'Look! '
And the sun
reaching in the window
can not help but touch
to see if you are real.
'Hands off! ... | work |
14,150 | SirPhilipSidney | AstrophelAndStellaViiWhennatureMadeHerChiefWork | When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?
Or did she else that sober hue devise,
In object best to knit and strength our sight;
Lest, if no veil these brave gleams d... | work |
14,151 | ChristineAustinCole | BodyOfWork | I’m well aware that they are laying poems
out on slabs these days – dissecting them –
dropping their heart, their mind, their guts
into little dishes and putting their cells under
a microscope. They scrape under fingernails
for evidence and chart wounds, both long since
sustained and newly acquired, on a diagram... | work |
14,152 | ValeryYaklovichBryusov | CreativeWork | The shadow of uncreated creatures
Flickers in sleep,
Like palm fronds
On an enamel wall.
Violet hands
On the enamel wall
Drowsily sketch sounds
In the ringing-resonant silence.
And transparent kiosks,
In the ringing-resonant silence,
Grow like spangles
In the azure moonlight.
A naked moon rises
In the azur... | work |
14,153 | NatashaTrethewey | DomesticWork1937 | All week she's cleaned
someone else's house,
stared down her own face
in the shine of copper--
bottomed pots, polished
wood, toilets she'd pull
the lid to--that look saying
Let's make a change, girl.
But Sunday mornings are hers--
church clothes starched
and hanging, a record spinning
on the console, the who... | work |
14,154 | MaryHavran | DreamWork | Though I have only experimented with it briefly, I am a believer in ‘Lucid Dreaming’
Do you ever create poetry in your dreams? Or do you perhaps compose music?
Do you solve complex problems? Or have you ever thought up a joke?
I have done all of the above and of course many more entertaining things.
Dreams amaze an... | work |
14,155 | RameshTA | DutyAndWork | Sun rises and sets everyday;
Moon rises and sets everyday;
Plough man ploughs the field;
Poets love to compose poems!
Some love to do duty well;
But many do only for profit.
How duty has to be done?
What do duty, work mean?
Duty is done expecting none;
Work is done expecting some.
Duty and work all have to do... | work |
14,156 | MargaretAlice | FiveMinutesOfWork4232009 | Attending the PMDS workshop today
a 46-page page performance document
to be discussed in detail, I opened it and
closed it immediately, more boring than
that can’t exist in any universe, I’ll go to the
meeting hoping to enjoy the conversation,
the facial expressions of my colleagues;
but not in order to be man-h... | work |
14,167 | AlisonLuterman | InvisibleWork | Because no one could ever praise me enough,
because I don't mean these poems only
but the unseen
unbelievable effort it takes to live
the life that goes on between them,
I think all the time about invisible work.
About the young mother on Welfare
I interviewed years ago,
who said, "It's hard.
You bring him to ... | work |
14,157 | FrancesEllenWatkinsHarper | GoWorkInMyVineyard | Go work in my vineyard, said the Lord,
And gather the bruised grain;
But the reapers had left the stubble bare,
And I trod the soil in pain.
The fields of my Lord are wide and broad,
He has pastures fair and green,
And vineyards that drink the golden light
Which flows from the sun's bright sheen.
I heard the jo... | work |
14,158 | BobGotti | GodsAtWork | Be still, be quiet and you shall see, the hand of The God of Eternity.
Just be still and know He is God, shepherding all with staff and rod.
He’s at work throughout your life; He’s the comfort in pain and strife.
And when a problem won’t relent, God is there with encouragement.
He’s at work in the darkest night; fo... | work |
14,159 | AshleyJones | GotToGoToWork | gotta go to work
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gotta go to work
repeatedly, until u want to stop
By: A... | work |
14,160 | RICBASTASA | GotToWorkTooAndEarnMyLiving | the hours passed
so swiftly
now it is 9: 04 on my watch
i have written
poems
candidly
direct from the mind
to this blank eyes
always staring at me
this dumb monitor
i like to write more
but what can i do?
got to work to and
earn my living
and got to hammer
some more
this mortar and pestle
of this justi... | work |
14,161 | NatashaEdwards | GuessWork | Do I read signs that aren't there
Is that look in your eye a wanting or a pity
Is your mind split in two like mine
Guess work
Make your move
Because I wont...... | work |
14,162 | EdgardoTugade | HaikuAfterWork | wish i could pull the
distance between us like a
rug in the sad times
(by edgardo s. tugade,13 aug 08) | work |
14,163 | MamtaAgarwal | HappyAtWorkTanka | A truck loads garbage,
Driver hums along, and sticks
Red bouquet on seat.
Flowers not discriminate;
Fragrance emanate... | work |
14,164 | OtakuNatureLoverCSHY | HardWork | What is life without difficulty?
Is there such meaning as simplicity?
Problems only make us more stress.
And also give us white hairs.
Here are the school work.
Crash! I knelt on the floor!
Here comes the homework.
Bam! I fell on all fours!
' What are you doing? '
My mother boomed.
' School work and homework,... | work |
14,165 | FranklinPierceAdams | HowDoYouTackleYourWork | How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job you find?
Do you grapple the task that comes your way
With a confident, easy mind?
Do you stand right up to the work ahead
Or fearfully pause to view it?
Do you start to toil with a sense of dread?
Or feel that you're going to do it?
You can do as ... | work |
14,166 | JamesMcLain | IWorkWithRetardedFishWhenIAmNotCatchingPeopleWatchingMe | Hunger is fasting always eating bubbles asking
for a people stick on which to chew.
Leaking tears of spice to mellow tast of you.
Sitting on a bay of sunken docks sniffing reused
questions fixing clocks flakes of mind floating by
a big deluge.
Baby fish in fluid takes no druid stones where
crazy people seem to l... | work |
14,168 | EmilyDickinson | ItIsEasyToWorkWhenTheSoulIsAtPlay | 244
It is easy to work when the soul is at play—
But when the soul is in pain—
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult—then—
It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind—
But Gimlets—among the nerve—
Mangle daintier—terribler—
Like a Panter in the Glove— | work |
14,171 | PhilipLevine | MakingItWork | 3-foot blue cannisters of nitro
along a conveyor belt, slow fish
speaking the language of silence.
On the roof, I in my respirator
patching the asbestos gas lines
as big around as the thick waist
of an oak tree. "These here are
the veins of the place, stuff
inside's the blood." We work in rain,
heat, snow, sle... | work |
14,172 | TingBangBong | MamasDontLetYourBabiesGoToWorkForDisney | Mamas don't let your babies grow up and work for Disney,
Don't let 'em wear mouse ears,
Or sing a pop song,
Don't let 'em wear belly shirts,
The whole thing is wrong.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to work for Disney.
They''ll end up on drugs
And be managed by thugs
Cos here's where it's at,
Mickey mouse ... | work |
14,173 | MichaelShepherd | MinutesOfADaysWorkOnTheBible | Around 1608; a pleasant day in Cambridge;
eight men sit round a table. Originally there were nine:
Dr Lively who presided at their speedy start
is now departed their distinguished company;
gave his lively life to this great enterprise, some say.
Among them still, the greatest of divines and
Hebrew scholars of the... | work |
14,174 | DeanYoung | MyWorkAmongTheInsects | The body of the lingerneedle is filled
with hemolymph unconstricted except
for a single dorsal vessel. A ventral
diaphragm bathes the organs of the head,
undulations drawing the fluid back through
tiny holes called ostia aided by the movement
of a Napoleon within each abdominal segment
pacing his Elba exile, mut... | work |
14,175 | DavidDeSantis | OfficeWork | Work, work, work..
sitting effort,
on a chair
empty screen,
emotive stare
Work, work, work...
slunched shoulders,
side by side
warming ocean,
stolen pride,
Work, work, work...
hey man,
you man,
ant-field flys
pergatory,
promotion,
pitch-fork eyes.
Work, work, work...
college loving,
take me back,
dr... | work |
14,176 | DylanThomas | OnNoWorkOfWords | On no work of words now for three lean months in the
bloody
Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body
I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:
To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given
Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven,
The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a b... | work |
14,177 | MatthewArnold | QuietWork | One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity--
Of toil unsever'd from tranquility!
Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too ... | work |
14,178 | RevRebeccaGuileHudson | RealWorkTheBrilliantFool | He
was a piece
of work,
His life a
work of art
He was
a brilliant fool
masquerading as genius
Or, perhaps,
a stellar genius
just acting
the fool
He wore his success
like a stagnant, rotting albatross
around his neck,
its stench his constant
companion and
splendid cologne
His Life Portrait was
surre... | work |
14,179 | DavidHarris | SheDontWorkHereAnymore | She sat alone
in front of her computer screen
hoping for some images to appear
and awaken her lost dream.
She wrote of love
in words so sweet and pure.
Words of love she hoped one day
would be spoken back to her.
Everyday she grew more lonely
as time kept marching on;
hoping all the time to hear
springs swee... | work |
14,180 | NOAHGRAY | ShesAWorkOfArt | My heart is beating
I have a brush in my hand
There is paint all around me
Your face I paint
Now it's done
On the wall it hangs
I'm looking at it and smiling
My heart is beating faster
It's beautiful
It's my mom | work |
14,181 | WilliamShakespeare | Sonnet5ThoseHoursThatWithGentleWorkDidFrame | Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting Time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'e... | work |
14,182 | WilliamShakespeare | SonnetVThoseHoursThatWithGentleWorkDidFrame | Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o... | work |
14,183 | DrACelestineRajManoharMD | SonnetWorkWorkWork | Forget the past, however bitter be;
Tomorrow is yet in your very hands;
But labor hard towards a goal truly;
Your dreams could turn true from some distant lands.
Let patience stay with you till very last;
Small bickering should not upset your mood;
All cannot take the lane that is too fast;
There isn't the time ... | work |
14,184 | TsiraGogeshvili | SorcerersWork | Sorcerer's Work
If all the morning became identical,
If all the night- long continue in a twilight...
If the soul is punished to live without dream,
Tell me, it's not called death of the poet...
If azure- eyes do not see to sky more, more
Inevitably, I will soon forget of heavens colour ...
Don't begin... | work |
14,185 | FaySlimm | SpeakingOfWork | Nothing is still, and we need to keep pace
With seasonal race, as earth itself works.
Life's march is relentless, submission wise,
As eternity lies in and around
The urges to work.
Nature hates shirking.
Starting today, join in the harmony.
Play the symphony along with the universe
Learn that tasking begets muc... | work |
14,186 | WaltWhitman | SpiritWhoseWorkIsDone | SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;
Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering
pressing;)
Spirit of many a solemn day, and many a savage scene! Electric
spirit!
That with muttering voice, through the war now close... | work |
14,187 | masudadurani | TeamWork | the light is fading out
we come together
we each hold a candle
to form a greater light
as you see
teamwork is the best way | work |
14,188 | RabindranathTagore | TheGardenerXLetYourWorkBeBride | Let your work be, bride. Listen, the
guest has come.
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
the chain which fastens the door?
See that your anklets make no loud
noise, and that your step is not over-
hurried at meeting him.
Let your work be, bride, the guest
had come in the evening.
No, it is not the ghostly wind, ... | work |
14,189 | JorieGraham | TheWayThingsWork | is by admitting
or opening away.
This is the simplest form
of current: Blue
moving through blue;
blue through purple;
the objects of desire
opening upon themselves
without us; the objects of faith.
The way things work
is by solution,
resistance lessened or
increased and taken
advantage of.
The way things ... | work |
14,190 | EdwardKofiLouis | ThisArtWork | The love of a muse,
The pen of an artist,
This ink work will teach many yet unborn.
This art is from a realm to guide you,
This art work is like a mustard seed aroun you;
It is original!
It comes from a realm unknown;
It will inspire you.
This art is real to abstract your minds,
The innovative nature of my min... | work |
14,191 | DanielWHunt | ThisIsHowToMakeAMarriageWork | When I got married I had a rubber lizzard that I had for a number of years. The lizzard looked and felt real. So I said, Tonight I'm gonna have a little fun with my honey bun.
I slipped in bed and put the lizzard under the covers on her side of the bed. When I lay there in wait for the fun to begin.
She came in and h... | work |
14,193 | JamesClerkMaxwell | ToHermannStoffkraftPhDTheHeroOfARecentWorkCalledParadoxicalPhilosophy | A paradoxical ode, after Shelley.
I.
My soul is an entangled knot,
Upon a liquid vortex wrought
By Intellect, in the Unseen residing,
And thine cloth like a convict sit,
With marlinspike untwisting it,
Only to find its knottiness abiding;
Since all the tools for its untying
In four-dimensioned space are lying
... | work |
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