Wonderful Wednesday Wants To Know Who’s The Boss?
Welcome to the CPC’s
Wonderful Wednesday Poetry Challenge!
That’s right. It’s midweek already.
Do you know where the boss is?
Who’s the boss now or in times past?
What is/was he or she like?
What effects did/do they have?
Tell us in your own poetic way
Who’s your boss,
or do you do the bossing?
October 16 Bosses Day
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BOSSY
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Not so easy being in charge
Boss job is harder
Than ones may think
Sacrifice they do
Just to make things work well
Work their butts off
To make amends
Most boss job
Is nine to five take a brake
Put it in another hands
Sleep eight hours
Ready for next day are night
Real boss job is from sun up till sun down then some
The kind of job that never gets praise
For all is done
Wash cook clean
Walk the floor late at night wit cryin baby
Up at five ‘o one pour the coffee
For the workin man
Are woman
Day starts all over again
And all this with no pay just a pat on the behind maybe a hug where is my slippers
One pullin at the dress tail another in arm pullin hair
Someone yellin from the other room
Ma where is my sock
And the night is on
Know gotta satisfy papa when all is at rest
This kind of boss job
Never endin
On and on you go
Day in day out
Night around the clock
Bossy
Who says
Um bossy no
Its just all in a day work
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————- © October o5 , 2o13
Who Da Boss!!!! Cute Bettie…. Happy Wednesday!!!!!! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
THEY SAY UM BOSSY
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Bossy me
No way
I dont even like that word
Bossy are
Even the word boss
I am not always right
By no means I know that
I just know what is right and what is wrong
My mom consider me bossy
When I try to stir her in the right way
Yet I am not bossy
I know that she
Had ole timers and dont know what she does are say even want at times
So how does that make me bossy
When I try my best
To not let her eat beads buttons
Are what nots
Keep her from wonderin off per say
Thats not bossy at all
Just takin care of her best kin
My handicapped daughter also thinks I am bossy
I do the same of her
Take care of her
Day and so night all day and night
Yet if I say to her
Why dont you change chairs
Let your behind rest from one to the other
Are better yet lay in bed and sit on sofa off your butt give it a rest
She will scream and hollow at me
You think you know it all
Butt gonna hurt any way no it want
This I know
Yet every thing that I do for either one they get mad and call me bossy but I know that I am not
Just wanna do the best kin for both
They call me bossy
I not be bossy
Not at all I cry sometimes
For what they say to me yeah my feelin be easily hurt all way have been
But from one mean thing to another
I learn to cope
But by no means
Am I bossy
Not at all
Yet they call me bossy
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————– © October 15 , 2o13
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy3rjQGc6lA
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC2ZY2loo74
Boss’s Boondoggle
The Boss of bosses did decree
a neverending spending spree.
He called upon his corrupt crew
to do the worst that they could do.
His heralds duly panicked those
who might suggest spending be froze,
by pulling wool and splitting hairs
in claiming all de fault was theirs.
And so their freedom fell anon
as wealth was drained in a big con.
The trusting folk lost all they had
because they could not see the bad.
Copyright October 16th 2013 RGD
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NO LONGER THE BOSS OF ME
Not so long ago
or so very far away,
I was controlled by the clock
in so many different ways.
Never enough time
to get anything done;
running here
and running there,
no time left at all
for any fun.
My life was a treadmill
set on overdrive;
my heart and my feet
never able to agree
on the direction
or the pace
or the speed
I should go.
And all I wanted to do
was just to go with the flow.
I finally had enough
of that racing around
and said to myself,
“Self, it’s time to wind down.
Forget about trying
to keep up with the past;
forget about the future —
it’ll get here in plenty of time.
Just focus on today,
what’s in front of your nose
and see how it goes.”
And that’s exactly
what I did,
gave up the spinning wheel
and slowed down the pace
to suit my life
and my own taste.
Now time is very much
my friend,
no longer my enemy
but my best ally.
And not for even
one more second
will I ever allow
the clock on the wall
be the boss of me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-17-13