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Daylight saving time by Nerone, Giacomo
Daylight Saving Time by Coon, Charles
Daylight Saving Time by Jay, G.
Daylight Saving Time by Horn, James
Daylight Saving Time Andaree by Johnson, Joyce
Daylight Saving Time by bauer, ilene
Welcome Back Daylight Saving Time by Camp, Elton

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Two Brothers Known as Time

One brother, not well-liked by me,
is friends with early light.
Born in a prior century,
he measures day from night.

He comes with neither fangs nor claws,
and yet it makes me cringe
to see him at my door because
he darkens evening’s fringe.

I much prefer his modern kin,
who from man’s tampering,
keeps coming round and round again
to greet us in the spring . . .

A rescuer this younger one!
His middle name implies
he lengthens days by helping Sun
prolong light in the skies.

That brother, Daylight Saving Time,
the one I like the best,
departs each fall. Oh, what a crime
He’s not a constant guest!


For the SAVING DAYLIGHT Poetry Contest of john lawless



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Slipstreaming

Daylight saving time
Springing forth and falling back
Spinning on in close hauled tack
Leaving wakes of fierce held tears
In tidal bores of racing years
With no time spent in quiet peace
Burning daylight sets the pace
For this, the human race.
Tho every once and then we touch
The laid back  confidence of such
Who ride the tidal force of life
In joy earned
Satisfaction


Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006




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Sunlight

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     At a particular time of each bright, cloudless day,
          Throughout bitter winter's daylight savings time;
Close to three in the afternoon or very near to that,
               My bedroom is transformed into a magical place.

     Penetrating the quiet dim bright sunshine pours,
          Light streams in from many stained glass windows;
In hues and tones of colour that dance on my walls,
               Sunbeams swirl and twirl touching everything.

     I love to lie upon my bed as the light embraces me,
          So sweet and soothing to this girl's very soul;
Oh the joy of being caressed in dazzling, spinning light,
                And I stay until the last ray has fallen away.

      "Such bliss found in winter daylight saving time"



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February 6, 2015

Verse

Entered in the contest, Saving Daylight, sponsor, John Lawless, placement N/A

_______________________

My poetry is not measured by the contests I win,
but by poems I create that take my breath away . . .


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Daylight Saving Time Andaree

November is here, all the clocks are set back.
Fewer daylight hours urge birds to pack.
Who guides them over the seas?
Perhaps a mild breeze
aids their flight.
Night
or daylight
they somehow find way
to their nice, warm holiday.
Does He help those little birds keep track?
November is here, all the clocks are set back.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Daylight Savings Time

Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between what’s humorous and what’s not. It’s like trying to understand how daylight savings time impacts your sleep when you work in your yard or when you’re a cop walking a daytime beat on the street or when you’re old and retired and don’t have to set the alarm on your clock.  When it gets warm and the grass starts to grow you spring forward an hour and when it starts to get cold and the leaves fall from the trees you fall backwards an hour. 

I think if the ancient gods and goddesses knew about what we 21st century humans do with our clocks they’d laugh really hard at how we try to manipulate the truth about time with our electronic clocks. Then again maybe they’d get angry at our daylight saving time antics and decide to dim the light of the sun, or hide the moon from our eyes, or make all the white clouds disappear from the sky because they might also struggle like me with knowing the difference between what’s humorous and what’s not. 


Copyright © Howard Dion | Year Posted 2016

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Daylight Saving Time

No why would I want 
To be mis-behaving when
Light should be saving.

Along with more time
to be writing poems with.

Jim Horn



Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

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Daylight Saving Time


Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside    
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride    

Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic  
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics  

Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking  
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working.  

Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices    
The video game remained my only nemesis.       

Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills.    
Pyrrhic weight, the bodys mobilizing nonerrant hills   
   
Things were better yesterday.   
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away.  

Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide     
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive   

Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made.   
Mother and father are descending into their grave.    

Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust 
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust.   

 The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly  
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away.    
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday.   
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away.    
Things were better. 

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Yesterday, creative children happily played outside 14  
#1* Yesterday, there  were  creative  children  outside 12
Enjoying Endlessly  the  midsummer day's ride    12
 yesterday, creative   children   playing   outside  12
Enjoying  endlessly  their midsummer's  day   ride   12
 Today, another collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society's demographics
*Today, student, car, and house loan thought I had it made *

All around me the grey hair children cry upon the headstone. 
Going home laying on deaths bed. 
Forgotten and alone the children dance upon the stone. 
Knock knock closing the lock on deaths bed. 


*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying


Copyright © G. Jay | Year Posted 2016

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FLYOVER

...And, now, six geese fly
by, low over the treetops,
leaving the lake at dusk
in Daylight Saving Time, as if
they said, too dark, too soon.
And, as long as the geese
are flying ensemble, talking
among themselves, irate
over the time change,
then, the natural world
is OK, and so am I.


Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014

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I Have Daylight

I ran out quickly in the sun
And captured daylight, oh such fun
It’s in a jar beside my chair
Now it’s not going anywhere
I saved it and I’ll save some more
Because they don’t have it at the store
It’s daylight saving time you know
So save some daylight, not some snow
Seal it in a jar real tight
And let it warm you in the night


Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

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Daylight Saving Time

Tonight we’ll lose an hour
But what I would like to know
Is where, exactly, do those minutes
Actually go?

They vanish like a finger snap
Magicians like to use
And just which minutes disappear
We do not get to choose.

At 2 a.m. we move the clocks
And suddenly, it’s 3.
Most people will not feel the loss
For Dreamland’s where they’ll be.

When morning comes, though, you can bet
A million folks will yawn
And all because they’ve lost an hour
Leading up ‘til dawn.

We’re told to change the clocks;
Nobody asked for our consent. 
We acquiesce but wish we knew
Just where those minutes went.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2014

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Welcome Back Daylight Saving Time

Welcome Back Daylight Saving Time

By Elton Camp

Not very many would ever guess
End of “saving” there isn’t an “s”
We can’t keep the name straight,
But the idea is one that’s so great

Some will think that I am just wrong,
I want daylight saving all year long
I don’t like dark when I finish work
Shorter days nearly drive me berserk 

After March thirteen, five becomes six
For me, that neat shift will do the tricks
Thus, the time that we once called four
Is handily renamed five, so out the door



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011

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Daylight Saving Time

Daylight Saving Time

They had their reasons
an energy savings perhaps
or daylight appearance shift
an improvement of time..
But alas a darker view
has veiled the daylight..
Strokes and depression
shade our manipulations..
And perhaps more:
time stands revealed
as a thought impermanent
arriving and departing
veiling our lives
with its seeming
independence...


Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2017

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Daylight saving time

Daylight saving time

Engraçado esse horário!
A gente fica dormente
e até o galo endoidece!!!

Engraçado esse horário!
"Primavera a frente,
Outono pra trás" 

Passa a noite e vem o dia
E nem a crente tem fé.

Contam as horas cedo, 
no meio da primavera
e conta mais tarde
depois do verão terminar.

Roubada hora!
Adentra o dia, à noite a fora
A madrugada mais cedo
E vem o entardecer que não chora!
Que horas São?
Horas de fazer mais
Ah! 
De começar mais cedo ou mais tarde


Copyright © Giacomo Nerone | Year Posted 2017