Best All In A Day Poems
A black cloud dangles
Effortlessly forms
A haunting image
Showers travel east
Daisy hides her face.
A Robin sings
A melody
The sun appears
Once more she smiles.
Grass uncoils
Raindrops dry
Web retracts.
Sunset
Moon beam.
Stars.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Dawn's soft silence kept under gauzy veil
Lifted by harmony of harp and flute
Colors dance along roses, bright and pale
Rainbows springing where fertile sky takes root
Elfin robins follow the fitful wind
Across freckled grass, where new faith consumes
Mossy velvet bark, and sunny bees send
Assured calendars of glory bound blooms
Coy autumn flirts with stately august shade
In kisses of crimson impertinence
Where barefoot rivers rush in eager aid
Hope overflows the banks of reticence
This sunrise drips with beauty's sweet syndrome
For it brings me the day you're coming home.
8/30/20
As the heart are now wailing
Left without saying good bye
Loneliness eat every inch of my body
If you only knew
Nothing can make me forget
After that you decided to go
Don’t know what to do
and it scares me half to death
Young love does not go out of date
04/09/2020
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All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
2nd place in the contest
Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime -
majestic pyramid attracts my eye,
mystique draws me in
O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art,
every square inch deliberately designed,
ceilings pour forth scintillating splendor
Antiquities from Rome, Egypt, the Orient:
trying to wrap my head around art
created in Mesopotamia 6,000 years ago
Dazed and captivated in your Greek sculpture hall:
Bronze beauty, marble magnificence,
Venus de Milo seduces still
What history you have archived on your walls and pedestals!
Charlemagne holding his scepter,
Louis XIV in regal resplendence
Oil on canvas communicates genuine genius
Rembrandt, Rubens, Raphael,
Vermeer, Van Dyck, Vigée-Lebrun
Mythology awakened to life in marble:
Hera, Hermaphrodite, Neptune, Nymph,
Psyche and Cupid
Even commoners respectfully regarded:
Messina's military man, Brueghel's beggars,
Michelangelo's dying slave
Centuries of religious faith expressed with grace and grandeur:
Moses in the bulrushes, Islamic ivory,
the penitent Magdalene, Virgin and child
Artistic vision reflects and redirects history:
Renaissance masters forecasting the future,
Monet's Impressionism a daring new style
Fifteen minutes till closing, where have the hours flown?
What of tapestries, textiles, drawings, decorative arts?
Alas, another day.
Highlight of the day, world's most famous painting:
mysterious Mona Lisa smile
thanks me for coming to visit
Louvre:
timeless testimony to artistic aesthetic
cathedral of contemplation
history of humanity
Written 15 Sep 2020
Ceaseless demands
each one a folly
To which I respond
my answers jolly
Lesson time
Minds are weary
Endless chopping
Meals so healthy
Shopping ordered
Food a plenty
Excursion time
To burn the energy
Fall from tree
call emergency
Lost child
Panic temporary
Sibling bickering
I Chide impatiently
Bath time soon
Wet and slippery
Brushing teeth
No help from me
Each to sleep,
Cuddling frenzy
Stealthily creep
To bed with mummy
Waking together
Hour so early
Getting dressed
Uniform ready
Breakfast now
Clothes grubby
An hour to spare
Time to go crazy
I love to join in
Childish levity
Forget the time
Need to be hasty
Unbrushed hair
That’s got sticky
Scramble for bags
For each activity
Unkempt they go
To school so happy.
T`was all in a day, but a day long gone.
Though in that house
Shadows of our former selves,
Forever shall live on.
William kekaula all in a day 09/09/2020
I wake up and scurry. It’s hurry and hurry!
First and foremost – take a pee!
Cosmetics applying while minutes are flying.
Check emails and put on the tea.
Pack a lunch for the day that I’ll take on my way
out the door as I go to my car.
I must not leave late or I’ll agitate
my boss, but my job’s a bit far.
In class I am facing sweet students. Time’s racing.
So much to accomplish by noon.
Lunch time, I’m still going. I watch the clock, knowing
of more things I need to do soon.
Grades I’ll be doing with errands ensuing.
I race to my car and head out.
To the bank or the store; to the post office or
some other place with no doubt.
Have I time for the gym? Gotta keep myself trim.
But my chores are all waiting for me.
Some jobs get put off. You better not scoff.
I attend to my poetry!
The dinner needs cooking; at TV I’m looking
while slicing and dicing, for I
enjoy my tv shows. I’m NOT missing those -
I can “listen” as through tasks I fly.
My kitchen I clean well. Perhaps one more email?
With my hubbie I’m all cozy when
at last I am sleeping. Then daylight comes creeping.
I wake and start over again!
Sept. 8, 2020
for William Kekaula's All in a Day Poetry Contest
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shaped like a boat,
a sock peeked out,
down under the rim.
a baby bootie,
a boot camp scootie,
befuddled the face,
bright red,
of a pale blond —
a mother on the side.
could have been undies
lining the sailor cap!
waterlogged laughter.
sea of despair.
however... i showed her up,
dereliction of my polished shoes.
barely an adult,
sneakering to hide
in the head,
luckily placed as a guest
in the gatehouse
and not out on my rear guard
or thrown in the brigg
for my lack of attention to detail.
the blond carries her family in a seabag
— not allowed —
can’t find the other sock.
9/3/2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor - William Kekaula
scootie means child that is between the stages of crawling and walking. Here I’m using it as a baby’s sock.
sneakering is a play on words as I had absentmindedly put on my sneakers
All alone
By the side of the
Creek
Dreaming and
Even
Feeling the
Gusts of wind
Have
Interfered with my
Joyful repose
Keeping
Little
Musings
Notes to myself
On a
Parchment, inked by my
Quill pen
Resting
Smiling as Sundown
Takes light from the sky
Until darkness blankets the creek
Very slowly a storm approaches
Waiting until St. Francis
Xavier sends a
Young owl to guide me home where
ZZZs of sleep fill the night
Awake before the alarm clock started ringing
Lying abed as song birds serenade me, singing
Listening to chirping lyrics, I linger with a smile
Then get ready for work; my weekday lifestyle
A daily ordeal of honking horns and road rage
Impatient drivers, fingers raised in rampage
My parking spot was stolen, a pitfall of being late
It's still morning, and already I feel the hand of fate
Lost a client I was supposed to represent in court
Booked a flight then realized I needed a passport
No time for lunch, I waited in line for a new photo
A kid ran into me. I think he broke my big toe!
It took a while to soothe my senses, but I tried
with a smile on my lips, but my eyes said they lied
My boyfriend just canceled tonight's date
Who does that in email? A spineless ingrate!
At five I headed home, but the elevator got stuck
Got hit on by some dude. Everything's gone amuck
My car disappeared, so I reported it stolen
Tripped and sprained my ankle. It's swollen!
I took the bus home and while fumbling for keys
Pulled a muscle in my back; couldn't stifle a sneeze
Please, let this day be over! I had nothing to eat
but expired eggs and instant cream of wheat
Lost my appetite and decided to watch TV
Cable was out, which only added to my misery.
I went to bed but heard knocking on my door
"What?" I asked. She said, "Oh, I'm on the wrong floor"
Now, past midnight. The day from Hell was done
but come morning there'd be another one.
I threw the clock out the window, into the street
Tomorrow I'll stay in bed, listening to the birds tweet
~ ~ ~ ~
September 12, 2020
All In A Day Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Just like a winding river,
blue notes trickle down
and streams along the ocean
where they were heard all around
unique each in their tempo
sailing in a whirl of life's dance;
with distinct flow in sweet motion
to be adorned as one long song
Still a rhapsody has its fading
as with a prelude there must be an end,
like seasons with ellipses that pause
only to open new lilts of fresh cycle;
my passages turning into another tune
awaiting the chances of a river's
journey...all in a day.
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William Kekaula’s All In A Day Contest
9/7/2020
Enabled by God for this day’s fulfillment bliss
Meeting Him in sweet fellowship I should not miss.
Morning prayer and Bible reading nourish soul
As prioritizing the Lord remains my goal.
Thanking the Creator for breath of life so free
My spirit basks in worship’s praise with gracious spree.
Hygienic routine comes next along body care
Marked with exercise-sweatings for physique’s welfare.
Supplied with nutritious feast by the Almighty
My appetite succumbs to fresh breakfast bounty.
Fortified now for multi-tasking challenges
Ready am I to enjoy mother-role plunges.
Bathing my special child, singing “This is the day*…”
I delight in his milestones to manage his way.
Preparing him accomplish something beautiful
Instructions are repeated while he stays mindful.
With composure, I turn to my teaching venture
Facing learners whom I’m entrusted to nurture.
As a mentor, I have paper works for checking
Thus, time is gold upon strict schedule sticking.
Likewise, embarking in counselling takes much time
with my extra-mile duties midst ministry chime.
Phone-call Gospel sharing along discipleship
My heart engages with Holy Ghost’s partnership.
Granted assignment I cherish as joyful gain
For blest solo rendition, rehearsals must reign.
Culminating work hours is poem-writing pleasure
Unwinding my mind serenely against pressure
Then my spirit yields to Christ for restful sleep claim
While triumph by His power I humbly exclaim.
*Psalm 118:24 This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
September 12, 2020
1st place, "All In A Day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/16/2020.
Oh!
The child fell on the head,
Cracked it open, now it's dead.
Who cares, we'll make another set
and just as soon are out to get
A fev'rish room "to let'
Which features a big double bed.
And then, another one is dead.
But what's it all to us?
All we do is ride the bus
and care about no hungry fuss
like dumbstruck people do.
"But hey, they ain't got you"
I say and cuddle closer by
You look at me and sigh
"You sure this ain't a lie?"
"Uh-"
Teling you it's not I try
to cure myself from smiling wry
"I'm your's, forever am I thy"
I cry but all I get is no reply.
Now, that's ok, in some strange way,
because you smile at all I say
(someone help me to understand women, please!)
And so we're waiting for another day
And pray the bed is free from fleas.
We had it cleaned by flea police,
But that's a long way back.
However, we're in luck
and love. And all along
The angel practices it's song,
Trying to get less notes wrong
And slowly he succeeds in it.
Once more, the day fades,
into the dusky hues of twilight.
Purple and gray in various shades,
transforms the day, into night.
I sit within the shadows,
deepening as the night grows still.
The last of light follows,
leaving space for darkness to fill.
I reflect upon the events of the day.
Hours of time, that have passed by.
In my mind, I can edit and replay,
the reality, I conveniently deny.
This day just beginning, will soon be gone.
Perhaps upon wings, time does fly.
I reach out, but, I can't hold on.
Time, lost forever, in a neverending sky
The Prophecy:
An ordinary December morning
extraordinary hopes in white,
streets adorned with snowflakes
embellished in red crystal dreams.
She boarded her cab to airport,
awaited holidays had arrived.
From carousels of Tokyo city
to sledges in the Alps, a while.
Roads blocked in snowfall,
eh, just a glitch in the matrix.
An hour early was a wise decision
she couldn't miss her flight,
home calling season it was.
But oh the flight was delayed
by seven hours for clear weather.
'It'd be a roller coaster ride',
her roommate had read a horoscope.
The tiresome day had just begun.
The Adventure:
A birdie spreading new wings
exploring corners of terminal,
unexpected fascination at stalls
infant desires of relaxation.
Strangers seemed welcoming
a town thriving with journeys
she traveled for 10 hours
without moving geographically.
At last announcements made
she boarded with nostalgia,
the journey to her homeland
began with a gleaming dusk,
golden sunset kissing adieu
to sequins of ocean waves.
She read a verse or two
then dozed off with clouds.
A feather travelling afar
in alluring worldly delight.
The Glitch in the Matrix:
Until they had to pause,
just an intermediate stop
where she stepped out to stroll
retracing steps to board again
caught in freezing showers.
Warm at night, she shivered
longing for her cushioned bed.
A long interesting day though
she wouldn't want it again.
With lilac morning whispers
it was time for her homeland.
Outside was a soothing warmth
veiled in white familiar gleam.
She finally cuddled in her bed
with mother's handmade meal.
Woke up to a cup of coffee
and checked for calls on phone.
Gosh! It was still yesterday
dreaded to repeat she'd forgotten,
her body had traveled in past
Alas! It was a different time zone.
~A True Story
September 2, 2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
I waited all year for cotton candy day,
and my excitement had been growing;
oh, now the carnival fair was here,
with the rides and games and shows.
~ And those special smells. ~
We lived close to the fair grounds.
and walked, although I skipped along;
I could hear the high shrills and noise,
and I was beside myself with glee.
~ This is a happy memory. ~
We entered the gates with tickets,
and followed the crowds past tents;
sometimes, Mom stopped to look,
but, I pulled her arm, "lets go."
~The cotton candy was lovely. ~
Mom wanted me to go on rides,
but I was content to sit on the grass;
and eat my huge pink cotton candy.
a news photographer snapped my picture.
~ The caption read, "tot enjoys fair." ~
All day we wandered the fair grounds,
playing bingo- I loved the Merry-Go-Round;
Mom loved the Swings, we were so tired,
but, I convinced Mom that I needed or die.
~ A cotton candy to take home. ~
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September 7, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/All In A Day
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1284-071-03
All Right Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All In A Day
sponsor, William Kekaula
First Place