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Working Man's Poet

Author: geherald
ASL Info:    26/male/PA
Elite Ratio:    5.07 - 132 /127 /42
Words: 322
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Re-posted, so deal with it!!

Working Man's Poet

Working Man’s Poet

I need a poem to end this drought,
simplistic in nature, without any doubt.
This working man poet suffers writer’s block,
its hard to think when you’re on the clock.

My rhymes maybe simple and my curses a bit vulgar
but my audience includes a fireman, a rancher, and a logger.
The tales I tell and the stories I know,
have nothing to do with Whitman or Poe.
But blue-color poems and white-color tales,
Budweiser drafts and Super Wal-Mart sales,
I write what I know and I know where I’m from,
milk farms and corn, vets hung up on Nam,
Memorial Day parades in my scout uniform,
Friday night football, beer that’s piss warm.
Saturday night keggers in the field out back,
Church Sunday morning, feigning the innocence we lack.
These are the things from my recent past,
and these are the things that I’ll forget last.

Since those days of youth, I’ve grown up strong,
relying on strength from within all along.
As a working man’s poet, I’ve built houses and such,
but honestly enjoy writing, thank you very much.
I write for my people, the ones waiting back home,
who would die if they were caught reading any poem.
The tough guys and bikers, and their wives too,
who never knew a poet that could do what they do.
I’ve lived their life and still know what I learned,
then left it behind to travel unconcerned.
Now I write for my friends, so the others will see,
what it takes to be a blue-color hillbilly.
We’ll fight and we’ll die for the US of A,
visit our town, if we like you, you can stay.

This poem here was meant to end my long drought,
to take away any lingering questions and doubt.
This working man’s poet, just doing what he do,
God bless the world and Buddha bless it too.

Submitted on 2006-08-02 17:51:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I thought this was very good for someone with writers block.
This could be a tribute to those blue collar workers who people might think have no writing skills or are too hard to have a little poet in them.

Don't judge a book by its cover.

I like the verbage in some parts of this as you put a bumkin spin on some lines. Its amazing what you can write about when you have nothing to write about. Simply written but you have said so much.

Only wish I could express myself this well when having writers block.

I had to chuckle at this one.

Nicely done

Respect and Admiration

| Posted on 2006-08-03 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]

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