Best Dates Poems
If we knew our loved one’s end date
would we be nicer?
Spend more time listening?
Give hugs more often?
Fix them their favorite foods each day?
What if we knew our own end date?
What would we do differently?
Do these things.
Dream Dates are never dreamy, because of their perfection,
Not dreamy from strict parenting, or Natural Selection;
Quite simply Dream Dates are so, because they put us first,
It’s selfless consideration—in which Dream Dates are well-versed;
Next chance—be someone’s Dream Date, make a genuine connection!
February 1st, 2023
Contest: My Dream Date
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
EXPIRATION DATES - 20190122
We’ve all got inspiration dates,
But we can only guess at when.
From first breath ‘til the end,
Our lives were pre-measured by the Fates.
That doesn’t mean we can’t shorten our time
By taking risks with unhealthy lifestyles.
The Grim Reaper sadly grants no extra miles;
Life’s not a game played with overtime.
So what shall we do with the time we’ve got,
With whatever granted amount?
What shall we do to make it count?
Will our light be a nano- or a gigawatt?
All those loved-ones who share our houses-
We don’t know how long they’ve got to live!
What would you do if you did outlive
All you’re friends, children, and spouses?
Would you dwell on everything left unsaid,
Endlessly numbering your every regret.
“I wish I would have” your stone’s epithet,
Your expiration date expired, finally dead.
There’s no Marley’s ghost to give you warning.
To avoid so many pointless sorrows,
Treat all you love like they had no tomorrows.
Change your ways; start yesterday morning!
Of all the dates in history,
Today’s, to me, the worst.
Whenever it rolls ‘round, through time
I’m instantly transversed.
The bright blue sky, the tiny planes,
The crash with smoky thrust;
The bodies falling, buildings down
And everywhere, the dust.
The panicked people running
To escape the wild debris;
The stunned and silent city
Showing non-stop on TV.
Each generation flashes back,
With memory’s precision,
To one or two horrific dates
We perfectly envision.
She is persnickety about who she dates if I’m not mistaken.
We have brought her many contenders, but nothing has taken.
She likes looking for herself, her choices have gone asunder.
At least these days she is running out of rocks to look under.
"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet
We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures.
Many pictures of cute animals,
some of majestic land or sea views.
Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy.
We circle the dates we need to remember,
never wanting to forget our appointments or events.
I like to write in the date box a couple of words,
these words helps me to remember why I circled the date.
When December shows up,
our calendar must be put to rest.
The many dates on the twelve months have served us well.
Now off to shop for a new calendar,
one holding new dates and wonderful pictures.
people never change
history has all the proof
dates always changing
Date is eating,
All days!
You want to know who that guy is back there?
That’s Elton Briggs, and I have to say,
hot as you think that man may be,
you would be better off staying away.
You see I know all about that man,
he used to go out with my best friend Kris,
until they had a nasty break-up,
and we all learned that he was a fascist.
Elton will only date Christian girls now,
and you won’t believe the reason why,
it all began back in our sophomore year,
when everything seemed to be going fine…
See Elton and Kris were so much in love,
and I though that one day they would wed,
they finished each other’s sentences,
then would spend most of their free-time in bed.
Elton was going to be a lawyer,
Kris was working to learn how to teach,
always they were in each other’s arms,
it seemed the kind of love none could defeat.
But in their passion they had a slip-up,
and Kris looked upon those two little lines,
so she went out to take care of it,
since it had come at a very bad time.
And when she mentioned it four days later,
Elton erupted in a shouting scene,
they even called campus security,
you should’ve heard the way that mad-man screamed!
We thought Kris had found herself a winner,
but good lord did we all misread it,
he ranted and called her a “murderer,”
claimed that it also had been his kid.
Then raved that he should have talked to him,
as if he should have any say at all!
claimed the kid was,”Not part of your body,”
and that removing it,”wasn’t our call...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Clock that dangle in dates
Kept me in wait.
The key that hanged in door lock
Handcuff me in whimpering.
Rain which mirrors in earth face
Burden me in nostalgia.
The freshness wind that sweetly
Rubbed night's ankles,
Put me down in the flame.
Dawn, who fell naked from time
Handed me - as oblation to sleep.
And you who skillfully thief,
Embezzled my mouth's rose.
Left me as a poppy pale on your banks.
Site profiles and blind dates
Trying to meet someone great
First talks on the telephone
So you will not be alone
Nervous and afraid at first
Your heart is about to burst
Not knowing how this will end
Are you gonna find a friend
Who will turn to something more
Someone who you will adore
Or you wont like what they will say
You get up and walk away
The unexpected can be scary
Leaving you tired and weary
Of what this dates gonna bring
You want more than just a fling
Someone to hold and love each night
Who brightens each day with a light
That shows from their loving eyes
You hope it wont take lots of tries
To find this special someone who
You can fall deeply into
Ever tune anything in a dark hallway?
Ever tune anything in a dark hallway?
Let’s dance on rose petals and glass;
Let’s dance on rose petals and glass;
Anything, let’s dance in a dark hallway,
and ever tune glass on rose petals?
A slow song that always speeds up;
A slow song that always speeds up;
Overactive pulse hops in your throat;
Overactive pulse hops in your throat;
Always a pulse speeds up overactive,
in your throat that slow song hops;
Candles beside a moonlit hot tub;
Candles beside a moonlit hot tub;
I could relive this moment forever;
I could relive this moment forever;
Forever I could relive moonlit candles,
this moment beside a hot tub;
A slow song on? I relive this moment;
Overactive pulse always speeds up;
In a dark hallway glass hops in your throat;
Candles, let’s dance beside rose petals;
A moonlit tub could tune anything
that hot forever and ever .
I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister),
she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room
as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white
sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively
deflated. Which is unusual because up until now,
she’s been all freckles and smiles
Ok, here’s where we get poetic and rhyme, with innuendo and allusion:
Me: “Did you have a good time?”
Leeza: “No but I was trying.”
Me: “Did he get handsy—the swine?”
Leeza: “Argh! No—but his kisses are a crime.”
I gasped: “You didn’t give him a climb!?”
Leeza “NO!” she said, somewhat horrified.
Me (trying to be neutral): “No judging, it would have been.. fine (I lied).”
Leeza: “That’s never going to happen.”
“Good,” I declared, “he was just a distraction—and, you know Santa.”
“What about Santa?”
Whew, that’s enough of THAT (rhyming business).
She asked, so, yeah, I sang it.. I had to.
“He knows who you’ve been kissing,
what you’re thinking when you’re awake,
he knows if you’ve been bad or good—
he’s kind of like a cop that way.”
After a moment's silence Leeza asked,
“Is there something creepy about that?”
“Only if you think about it.” I admitted,
as she put her head on my shoulder.
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A song for this:
Fairytale of New York (feat. Kirsty MacColl) by The Pogues
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A Christmas Playlist! There’s 6 days til Christmas (and Hanukkah)
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_25.mp3
She says she doesn’t
Doesn’t believe it
Love is impossible
Everyman she’s dated
All minds were deflated
All they want to do is bump and grind
You can read between the lines
You really know what I mean
Sexual gratifications
Never a vacation
All they want to do is bump and grind
You know what I mean
She is more than just a object a sex toy
She’s somebodies sister, daughter
So in remission
She awaits marriage
Maybe one man will have the courage
To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon
Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight
Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower)
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
On a silver eve
The moon aperch lavender walls
Silver slivered through black-green vines.
Little girls cross-legged
On a dutch-girl quilt spread
Dreaming one and one.
Will he find me? My love?
Be the one to beat my heart?
Will I know him?
I want an adventurer,
A rough-cut man, strong hands
And I will know he’s mine.
Oh, no, I’d rather he
A sweet and rich man be, and
Give me babes and gowns.
On a silver night
The moon aperch lavender walls,
Little girls cross-legged sighed.
Hair all bedraggled
And soaked to the skin
Stood there in odd socks
But a million pound grin
A plate full of food
Is eaten in a hurry
"Leave the washing up
We're gonna miss Corrie!"
Sat in knickers and boxers
As we don't seem to care
We are what we are
And not what we wear
Child like giggles
Mask that we're grown ups
Chipped mugs full of tea
As there's no china cups
I wake through the night
With questions in my head
Why someone so small
Would need so much bed
So now I'm on Facebook
With my status updates
I have the world's biggest smile
........There's no more first dates.