Sep. 7, 2021

Fear not the assembly line.
Fear not the hammer and nail.
Fear not shovel, wheelbarrow,
Neither pitchfork, nor the bale.

But fear hunger and pain:
He that works not, shall not eat.
From the pillar to the post -
Navigation on the street.

For labor is a blessing,
A tool within the hand
Of the folks who would advance;
Be it a woman, or man.

© 2021 Walterrean Salley
Sep. 7, 2021

Some folks spell Labor as "p-a-i-n."
Others spell labor as "n-e-e-d."
Still others spell it as "b-l-e-s-s-i-n-g."
Regardless of race or creed.

No matter how you spell it,
Labor is for the good
Of every state and nation -
For shelter, clothes, and food.

It's certainly a savior
To all those who partake;
For labor is a blessing..
Formed as a 'tractor,' or a 'rake.'

© 2021 Walterrean Salley
Sep. 7, 2021

September 6 is Labor Day.
But remember as always
Our nation's built on the backs
Of those who've come before.
'Trail Blazers,' you might call them,
Who've opened many a "door."
And as time passed, like it does,
Others would improve upon
What some had started, making
Labor conditions better
And much safer for us all.
Securing higher pay rates.
Breaking through many a "wall."

© 2021 Walterrean Salley
Jun. 20, 2021

"Debbie Downer," so it's called
That little "peskamist®"
Always on the down side -
For which one should resist.

She can't see the sunshine,
For focusing on rain.
But life's full of beauty;
Please, Deb, just look again.

Indulging self pity,
Instead of breaking out.
At times we're all a 'Deb,'
And that without a doubt.

Yet all are not "downers,"
Though some might full-well be.
Just focus on the good
That works for you and me.
(Penned in 2020 by Walterrean Salley)

Endnote: He's a Debbie. She's a Debbie. They're a Debbie. We're a Debbie. This poem is to heighten the awareness of the annoyingly problematic actions of a pessimistic person. The gist? Beware: There are "Downers" everywhere.

Peskamist® - is a term, which I've coined, as a nickname for the pessimist. Its sound compliments the 'intended' humor of the poem, 'The Pessimist.' And besides, it rhymes with the word 'resist.'

(© 2021 Walterrean Salley)
Jun. 20, 2021

Lord be gracious,
And bless my Pappy.
Give him some wine,
And make him happy.
But not the wine
Of this world's vat.
For there is one
Better than that.
The one that's found
In Your abode,
For which I pen
This certain ode.
"The Holy Spirit"
Is the new wine
On which Pappy
So ought to dine.
Bless Pappy Lord
With Your holy ghost.
And, so, for such
I give good toast.
(Revised 6/2021)

Endnote: A fun verse. Happy Father's Day! ☺
Hello everyone. Thanks for being here. Please
note that this item has been reworked. Hope you enjoy the flow of the new version. Thanks. Have a blessed day.

© 2021 Walterrean Salley