Heading In To Work (poem)

I want to be a slug-a-bed
Sleeping in my nice warm bed
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

Thoughts are swimming round my head
About the stupid things I said
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

I feel I’m hanging by a thread
Like butter scraped on too much bread
And now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

My mind turns to the day with dread
A thousand messages unread
Because now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

I wish I’d ran, I wish I’d fled
But now I’m on the bus instead
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work


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Haiku Challenge #53 – “Guide” & “Mad”

This is the latest weekly challenge from Ronovan, with the prompts “guide” and “mad”. I had a lot of fun with these words. Hope you do too!

The madness of crowds
Guides the fool to dusty death,
Forsaking wisdom

Bureaucrat’s madness:
Thousand page guidance info.
Welcome to my work

Set aside youth’s doubt;
The madness of difference.
Let love be your guide

A moment’s stillness:
Guide the soul to harmony.
Set madness aside

Here’s Tour Guide Barbie,
Mad hair, camo gear and gun…
Brother’s makeover



I Just Wanna Be Noticed (poem)

I just wanna be noticed,
Sat here on the train,
Weekend’s royal rainbows
Still swirling round my brain.

I just wanna be noticed,
For all I do round here.
Endless hours of effort.
Every day of the year.

I just wanna be noticed:
A smile, a nod, or a wave.
I don’t want you to worship me
A thank you’s all I crave.

I just wanna be noticed:
Bring me into your sun.
A lifetime in the shadows
Is not good for anyone.

I just want you to notice me,
I’ve so much more to give.
I just wanna be noticed.
I just wanna live.

Image Creative Commons: Katie Tegtmayer

Milk (poem)

Every office has them,
Lurking in plain sight.
Do NOT touch their milk,
Unless looking for a fight.
With the level marked
And named with felt-tip pen,
The milk mafia dictate
What you drink, and when.
Don’t think you’ll get away
With taking a drop for your tea:
They do NOT take the view “live and let live,
Whatever will be, will be.”
These semi-skimmed soldiers
Deploy all sorts of tricks.
Exhibit A”…
“breast milk”…
To prevent you getting your fix.
Should they ever catch you,
You’re surely for the chop.
A withering stare; a scowl:
“Whatever you’re doing, just stop!”
There is only one thing worse
Than those who behave in this way.
My ire’s reserved for the light-fingered lout
Who’s stolen MY milk today!



Hot Desking (poem)

The keyboard’s covered in crumbs,
On the desk, a coffee mug ring.
In this age of flexible working,
Hot desking isn’t my thing.

Everything’s open plan
Even the bosses sit among us.
The effect of this on morale
Is obviously humongous…

The back of the chair is broken,
It’s fixed in an uncomfortable place.
The keyboard is sporadically working
Flip-flopping into UPPER CASE.

We can’t so much as open a window
In this air-conditioned box.
And it’s impossible not to hear
When anybody talks.

The phone handset’s covered in germs
From a hundred different lips.
The Enter key is still sticky
From Friday’s fish and chips.

The double-click only works
If you’ve the reactions of Superman.
And I always end the day sweating,
Regardless of how I began.

E-mail’s impossible to send,
The network grinds to a halt.
Now I’ve lost all my shared drives…
Yet I.T. is never at fault.

The guy at the next desk –
Never met him before.
Surprised I hadn’t heard him though
With that frequent, awful guffaw.

(The clear desk policy prohibits
Putting up pictures of loved ones.
All must be cleared and hidden away
Before 5 o’clock comes.)

It doesn’t seem that long ago
That we’d work in our own little team
With a little, personal space:
Now, it just seems like a dream.

You’d think it was pretty basic
That if somebody valued your work,
They’d give you the means to do it,
And not treat you like a jerk.

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