Best Day Of The Week Poems
homelands / husbands / playing house / strands
& strings of horses behind strangers lounging
un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women,
depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective
as a twisted bark of favors
sneaky is a wooden gift donkey at a garden gate
overbitten hinge with ten front teeth, grinning
hidden from you looking into it, questioning
its motivated patience rolling up in wait—
weighted with sweat-salted men huffing
inside an oaken belly chewing tight lips, they be-lying
trojan claims of apple cake philanthropy, a ready hoof
as a broken wood tooth busted off in breaching trollop
secretly hiding a picked body of men
beckoning their silent armies to bolster a side
there lies in its midst a flatulence of language
no fox lays a stake on the hole—
protecting its skulk in prevention of domestication's leash
as all before have done, better a murder
of crows than shifting troops proving
stud horses hiding should be stabilized
as leashing foxes having lost the lead
chasing a venery— manufactured hare meant for horse
plot-plottering hooves against his own wood
stoking a smoke-show inside a swollen belly
raking at the gates to get out of the agreement
of being,
for being part of the picked body, scrutinized
for pulling short to remain quiet at the dying chaos
of the rattling sounds from a losing side
One day I'll be successful.
One day I'll be creative.
One day I'll be talented.
One day I'll be gifted.
One day I'll be given
all the credit I deserve.
One day I'll be intelligent.
One day I'll be wealthy.
One day I'll be important,
but on Monday I'll be loved.
On Tuesday I'll be thanked.
On Wednesday I'll be grateful.
On Thursday I'll be blessed.
On Friday I'll be at rest.
On Saturday I'll be remembered.
On Sunday I'll be needed, but
Today I'll be
Just Me.
I often must take a quick peek
To make sure of the day of the week
For the days seem to blend
And I cannot depend
On my brain for the answer I seek.
Since most travel and visits have ceased
Time at home and nearby has increased
So the hours I spend
On activities tend
To slip by like they’ve somehow been greased.
Thus, a Saturday might as well be
Either Tuesday or Wednesday to me
But a glance at my phone
Where the day’s always shown
Sets me straight to a certain degree.
Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week
I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak
Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week
A little sugar coating to make them sweet
Or a simple pat of butter to melt as they steam
And a pile of chocolate chips to sit underneath
Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week
I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak
Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week
Syrup is a common thing to share with this fav
So hit me with a shot of that natural brown haze
Let’s find something sweet to curb my sugar craves
Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week
I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak
Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week
I used to think they were just a Sunday treat
But now that I’ve decided that they are so neat
I’d eat some blueberry pancakes every day of the week!
Give me blueberry pancakes any day of the week
I love how soft and fluffy they are at their peak
Give me delicious fruity cakes any day of the week
*And if there’s no syrup then I’ll take the brown sugar please
*spoken not sung
My week begins the same as it ends
Sunday I pray every day of the week, with you I spend
Monday is a rapture in blue
because I know I come home to you
Tuesday for the week my only regret
there are just four days left for us but yet
Wednesday when I linger with you
dreams my love are really true
Thursday worries the world has made
holding your hand those worries fade
Friday is fun, party young things to do and undo
never a dull moment when I'm out with you
Saturday we rest, this week was the best
home is us together in solemn or jest
My week ends the same as it begins
I pray every day of the week with you I spend
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Hey
How
Are
You
Doing
Today
Its
Canteen
Day!!!