"workmate" poems
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
I played the game, alone.
I talk to the air,
Imagining a friend who isn’t there.
My brain’s dual thinking.
- Checkmate -
Personification in strike
Persona’s colliding stake
- Stalemate -
Hello there my stuffed friend
Looks like we are a matched.
We’re Latched,
Encased in the four corners of our walls.
You know I feel restless looking at your frozen face.
Playing with stillness is a hollowed void.
Engross with my ever changing fantasy.
Choosing to ignore reality.
A sad case of my mortality.
- Workmate -
Music patched the necessary unattached realm.
Stories powered the desires to dream the unchallenged dream.
Life is a walking daydream.
- Lostmate -
There are those would think I am coward
And then I box myself not to move forward.
I fear what lurks behind someone’s soul,
Fearing I am not worthy of my own coal.
A charade of personas, hiding.
Tilting the crowd as if I am never there, post acting.
- Soulmate -
Believing you are near,
somewhere far behind that unseen chamber door.
- Castmate -
Sometimes I am just tired of this game.
Whispers of the wind, believing I am tamed.
Sometimes all I need is a real friend
That will hug-out the negative trend
For me to transcend
To the realistic perspective
Waking the sleeping life’s motive.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Irish Summer (i.e. when you only get the sunshine) is a very elusive thing
But having lived in Ireland all my life I figured it out many years ago
Although there may be some freakish weather events like the occasional heatwave
The Irish Summer lasts from the end of the English soccer season to the start of the Wimbledon tennis tournament (when the covers go on)
Those few short weeks
Then it reverts to being a mixed bag of sunshine and showers
So whenever Wimbledon starts up I always get out my thin flimsy shower proof coat
It's lovely and light so you won't be sweating
And I also have my little umbrella handy too.
Now I'm always telling people my theory of the Irish Summer
Whether they believe it or not
There's a young guy I work with and I told him my theory
Then awhile later we had to attend this big work event/meeting
It was held in Croke Park (the Gaelic football stadium) in Dublin
We were up in the Executive boxes overlooking the pitch, was really cool
We had walked there as it wasn't too far from our office
I had my showerproof on and had my little umbrella
My young workmate was just wearing a black leather jacket and had no umbrella
I thought to myself "Man, you're living dangerously"
Sure enough when we're walking back to the office
The heavens open and it ****** down on us
I'm standing there under my umbrella smiling in my showerproof
While my young friend is standing there like a drowned rat, the saddest sight
And I say to him "What did I say, didn't I tell you about the Irish Summer ?"
Then I say "Did you ever read the story of Noah's Ark ?"
I felt sorry for him and let him share my umbrella.
And the ****** still hasn't bought a showerproof
He's impossible.... he's obviously still... a non-believer.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
And I wish I can tell you these:
Opening up to each other is one of the bestest way to keep a relationship strong.
I want you to tell me everything, how's your day going, if you're annoyed, if you're tired, if you wanna sleep with me, if you want me to be there at 12am or 3am. If you can't sleep at night, if you need a shoulder to lean on and a shirt to cry on, if you wanna talk about life and how you love coffee so much, talk about how your vape means a lot to you, if you want to shop, if you want to kiss me, if you wanna go somewhere, if you wanna have star gazing, paintball or even boxing, tell me how much you love basketball so much and how good you are in cooking. Tell me about your past, your life. Tell me your dream house, how many kids you want to have, your dream wedding and who's going to be your best man. I'm your best friend, girlfriend, sister, workmate and buddy in everything. Tell me everything you want me to know, what you wanna do or your plans, I will listen, I will stay with you even if you tell me how bad you are, I will be who I am as your gf even with your flaws and imperfections. I will always be here for you, I don't mind staying silent the whole time you talk, as long as you tell me you enjoyed my company. You know, I'm sure you know you mean everything to me. And how thankful I an to God, for giving me the happiness I deserve, YOU.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Each of us has a secret garden.
Someone's is big enough, someone's is small.
Well, it's clear all gardens differ,
And, undoubtedly, they bring us joy.
Hide and seek. Don't reveal it easy.
Swing back-forwards, fall into vain.
Nothing matters and nothing happens.
Heartbeat sounds like a music box.
Singing, soaring with hands in the air.
Sometimes silence is the best workmate.
Closing eyes I can see all better.
Now the time when mine gathers yours.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
90 Days ago,
i met a charming guy at a carnival
90 Days ago,
i didnt know i'd be attracted to a workmate
in those 90 days,
i felt so many emotions
from falling in love
to breaking down
from being jealous
to being proud
it only took me 90days
to fall in love with him
to get my heart broken
to miss his presence
it was only 90days
but it felt like ive known him for ages.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
It was time to cycle home
after spending a good part
of the day with Milka
and the latter part
with her family
(two of her brothers
had been ribbing her
about being with me
their old workmate)
we stood by the door
of the farmhouse
looking up
at the evening sky
at stars
and a quarter moon
the TV sounding
from the lounge
her mother's voice
moaning to one
of her sons
about something or other
good day
Milka said
it was
I said
nearly good caught
in bed together
and then you left
your ****** handkerchief
in my bed
and Mum nearly saw it
Milka said
staring at me
made it exciting though
I said gazing at her
standing in the frame
of the doorway
it wouldn't have been exciting
if she had found us at it
nor if she found
your handkerchief
with a B in the corner
in my bed
Milka said
guess not
I said
she stepped out
from the doorway
and closed the door
after her
she put her arms
around me
and kissed me on the lips
I sensed her lips on mine
and placed my arms
around her waist
my hands on her ****
what if she had found us
I said moving away
briefly from her lips
would she have been jealous?
no she would not
have been jealous
she would have slapped my ****
and God knows
what she'd have done to you
Milka said
her warm breath on me
her hands clutching me closer
just as well she didn't then
I said
we kissed again
then the door opened
behind us
and her father stood there
and said
say your goodnight
you and Benny
and best be off
it's getting late
yes you're right
I said
parting from Milka
and nodding a goodnight
to them both
by the doorway
the stars blinking
the quarter moon
looking on
bye
Milka said
and waved then
she went indoors
with her father
and the door closed
and I got on my bike
and peddled away
musing on us
in bed
and a splendid day.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Obsessed with speed
I was that
Round the dial
Engine ******* screaming
Me racing them
Or just myself
Not ever stopping
After we collided
Something about movement
Positive insane velocity
I could drive
Surely the best
Crap limited cars
Only slowed me
Past all limits
How I grin
My workmate screams
Watch the lorry!!!
I swerve by
We speedily escape
Till the crash
Which patiently waits
To painfully end
All my fun
Floor the pedal
Skid swerve race
I refuse slowness
Pushing one litre
Risking old banger
Put me there
Behind the wheel
I'll ******* drive
A man possessed
By my shadow
So much speed
Don't dare worry
For little me
Or my casualties
Eat my dust
Hear tires squeal
Smell rubber burn
There goes Jimmy
Crazy ******* ******
Passionate to race
Open road track
Safety not included
An opponent needed
Or just myself
Again cheating death
For how long?
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC