Best Daze Poems
Wake up in the afternoon, I go to sleep at two,
I'm spending all my time just wasting time, nothing else to do,
Too doo, too doo.
I'm looking for a part time job, but (ha) not very hard,
'Cause I've got better things to do than do better things
Without you.
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
Eat, drink, sleep the day away, okay, all day, all right, good night
Tomorrow morning you'll be yawning, but I won't,
'cause I don't...
Wake up 'til the afternoon, I go to sleep at two,
I'm spending all my time just wasting time, nothing else to do
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
Carefree and footloose at the top of the world,
Now I'm at the bottom as Autumn takes my sun away,
Away off in the future lies my Summer, so it seems,
I'll just sing my song of Summer daze only in my dreams...
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
Glory Daze
My mind goes racing back in time
I see my former ways.
Like some old fashioned love sick rhyme
I see my glory daze.
Writing notes cause I'm too shy
oh how much did I miss?
I couldn't look you in the eye
I'm frightened by your kiss.
Getting older so much bolder
love poems in the sand.
Someday I might even hold her
for now I'll hold her hand.
Love sick blues it's nothing new
no one out there could see.
All the things I put me through
or what she sees in me.
Kissing lips hands on her hips
I took her to the dance.
I'm in shock, hear my knees knock
I'm frightened by romance.
I'm not too proud to laugh out loud
at all my younger ways.
Stuck in class this too shall pass
along with glory daze.
2/29/2016
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Here it comes again,
that big old yellow bus
With colored lights a flashing,
making such a fuss
It’s early in the morning,
I just fell out of bed
And now it’s off to school again,
the one thing that I dread
Those double doors are open,
I better get inside
And find a place that I can sleep,
the back where I can hide
But who is this before me,
I’ve never seen before
A beautiful bus driver,
right here inside the door
Her eyes are like the ocean,
so very deep and blue
A smile brighter than the sun,
her hair a golden hue
Now you may think I’m crazy,
a stupid high school guy
I swear my heart it skipped a beat
when I heard her say hi
I couldn’t even answer,
my tongue tied in a knot
This woman was so beautiful,
in fact I’d say she’s hot
I picture us together,
daydreaming of romance
Perhaps I’ll ask her to the prom
if she knows how to dance
I float on down the aisle
watched children push and shove
But it don’t really matter,
because I am in love
I never thought I’d say this,
but now it seems so cool
To get up every morning
and head on off to school
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She blooms a cheerful yellow,
Under the sunshine mellow,
Her long, dangling legs swaying,
Bobbing her head, displaying
A royal elegant charm,
She shines brightly in the farm,
Spring has arrived, so has she,
Her blonde tresses bounce in glee,
The breeze is her dancing friend,
Together, they bow and bend,
Setting the dance stage ablaze,
Spring smiles in daffodil daze.
20th February 2023
For Joseph May's "In bloom" contest
I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens,
When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins.
I formed arrangements for many occasions, drawing beauty lovers from afar,
As pretty planets arrange for a meeting, after wild rumors of the newest star.
And crowded hours were filled with summer, like pearly dews crowd morning,
Until ruby butterflies are playing tag, and gemmed damselflies are swarming.
Friends felt I might always be found, in some area of flush bloom fragrancies,
Like raven midnight's march to daybreak, with its warm, varicolored agencies.
Fond family held festive feasts, in fading hours of sparkly, fuchsia sun falling,
As whippoorwill songs clashed with red robin's, midst magenta stars gawking.
I lived in the house of tangy, saturated noon, when flowers were in full glory,
Like the most beautiful day of a woman's life, when a bride she's come to be.
Scarlet, saffron and other hues glittered, within the soulful sector of summer,
As starlings sang songs along my street, and sun rose and retired, a stunner!
Neighbors were nomadized at times, as honeydew moon nestles in new night,
When visiting me on eves of silk and satin, when fresh June was at its height.
Silver clouds were saddled with summer sun, in suddenly days of sweet rose,
Like grey encumbering smoke from autumn fires, when in plum mists it flows.
Raven noon was in green treetops, as the inarticulate ravens were squawking,
And fading time seemed to stand still, but ephemeral moments kept walking.
One day I woke to a gorgeous view from my window, daisies pink and yellow,
In the wide field right next to my house, glowing in the rich, sunshine mellow!
It put such a smile on my face, oh my! Like flocks of pretty blue jays going by,
And I kept seeing daisies everywhere I went, like a pearlescent moon on high!
I beheld African daisies and shasta, and pom pom-like chrysanthemum ones;
Along with fine lustrous gerberas, in all colors found, in wild green kingdoms.
I wondered at my strange, good fortune, in seeing beloved blooms anywhere;
Like the young, butterscotch days when Mother said, 'We're going to the fair!'
For awhile, I saw sweet daisies by day, and it seems I dreamt daisies at night;
Like a brief mystic spell of rapture, when hidden beauty's freed from its plight.
Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream,
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream?
Then at the moment I pondered, what and why?
I heard a musical chorus from somewhere nearby.
Though immersed in reverie, I became aware,
it was Nature, I could hear borne upon the air.
Firstly the drumming, of a Woodpecker’s tattoo,
aroused me to ask of myself - what, where and who,
chose this peaceful, summer afternoon to play
harmonic rhapsodies, on this warm summer's day?
Next came the low humming of swarming bees
seeking a new home, in the overhanging trees.
With low-key droning, they enhanced the melody,
and provided basic fundamentals, to the rhapsody.
When a flock of songbirds, added their melodious tune,
I knew I was favoured by nature, that afternoon!
When frogs in chorus added their courting song,
to join Blue Jays shrilling, I knew it would not be long
before others would arrive to add their melodic call
to bestow talents, which would be welcomed by all.
Next Mourning Doves, singing of love in a soft duet,
gave cause to wonder, if perhaps I'd hear a minuet?
At this moment Skylarks, performing an aerial ballet,
reached new heights, in a brilliant, aerobatic, display!
This latest addition to the fast growing choral group
was the ultimate perfection. As members of the troupe
continued unabated, suddenly a clap of thunder heard,
brought the chorus to an end, and every beast, bird,
bee, insect and even the breeze was stayed!
As they all left, I was saddened and dismayed,
for Nature's orchestra that I had heard this day,
was possessed of talents, seldom heard this way.
It left me wondering if it had been a dream,
that I had enjoyed as I dozed by the stream?
But further thought was cut short, as the hush
was a reminder rain approached. So left in a rush!
Rhymer 26th August, 2016.
We suffer that lyrical curse,
The scribbling of unrefined verse.
'Tis Duggan's "Doggerelitis";
And teachers ironically fight us,
Like being beat up by your nurse.
Those who fought for us,never thought to ignore us....
We weren't ignored,for it's the blood that was poured
With the intent not to bend but restore us.
^
Kids Funny (Senryu – Style) Daze
Waking state affects my day
Riding my bike to the rack`
I lock it safely at school
Sit with my clique
Tummy does a flip
Study Hall, yay a rest for my head
I look down clutching my teddy bear
Drooling on my desk in only my underwear!
Morning alarm buzzes~
BEEP!
Sunshine Williams
Team PoetrySoup
Funny Kids Poem contest
10/13/2015
Weak-dei is a day following immediately after a Sick Day
Shun-dei is a day when a person just wants to stay in bed
Moan-dei is a day to complain about what work needs be done
T’ewes-dei is a day a person feels sheepishly
Wins-dei is the day someone becomes lucky in the lottery
Thirst-dei is the day many alcoholics suffer from
Fry-dei is a day when workers are ‘burnt out’ with the job
Scatter-dei is a day when volunteers are needed and everyone becomes scarce
Ben Ehlong-Dei is an alias people often use after all, or part, of a 24 hour period of time filled
with unpleasantness or boredom
WILDWOOD DAZE
April 7, 2011 at 1:19pm
WILDWOOD DAZE..
As I ride this clanking some what rocky bus
we know as New Jersey Transit I ponder
my destination, while I joy ride to sunlit beaches
and do wop dreams that can only be WILDWOOD.
I sit here fighting that draining tired feeling that
always tries to steal my sunshine.
I will NOT allow it, for I am on my way to SANCTUARY.
AH' Sweet sanctuary the smell of the boardwalk , beaches laden
with jelly fish and the call of the fudgie wugie man waits for me.
The smell of my childhood vacations, nostalgia flows through
my senses as if I were ten again.
I may be inspired to write a brilliant Shakespearian piece on
my way to Cape May County, who really knows.
What I do know is , I want to run my toes through the glistening
sand , have seaweed wash past me as I yell " AH SEAWEED"
Eat funnel cake and Curly fries slurp down clams and play putt putt
ride the biggest coaster they have all while staying a t a two star
motel from 1964.
Where I can bring back my youth as I forget the crime ridden abode
I call my home.
Breath in salt air , jump through a crashing wave as it washes my troubles
away, if only for a few days
As a footnote.....I wrote this about 4 years ago on my way to Wildwood NJ....On the 2 hour bus ride...lol. Thank you...for reading :)i
This is PG-13! While googling, I accidentally bumped into something I wrote seven years ago. Only vaguely remember it. No one on the site where I posted it commented. Expect nothing less here. :)
School-Daze Dreaming
From the patio I watched her
Silhouette behind the shade
The allurement of Diana
Quivered in eleventh grade
Through a warm wind I still shivered
From those curves of treachery
While she reveled in my weakness
At her sin's abilities
That she'd beckon one so lonely
Drifting as a single cloud
Her wicked school girl chastity
Like a paragon to proud
As her image was uncovered
When the shades were opened wide
Through my rigidness I pondered
Should libido be my guide
For my own demented ego
Born of promises so pure
Could not wallow any longer
In a place this insecure
So, I harnessed my stiletto
Unrequited for too long
Turned my back on absolution
Let the sheath fulfill the prong
As emotions overwhelmed me
And my hands unleashed her breasts
Squeezing demons from her bosom
Til myself became possessed
And her muzzled screams of horror
Through her separated knees
Where the warm, red blood was oozing
From her now deflowered tease
The tintinnabulation
Signals class is at its end
I awaken from my stupor
With contempt I say, "Dismissed"
Quickly, students flee the doorway
Save one girl of seventeen
And I stare in vexed amazement
At the object of my dream
From her desk, thighs barely parted
First a smile and then a wink
And her steam contorts my vision
To a pedestal of pink
.....
A reluctant sun expresses its last light
As the golden moon becomes a thief once more
Landing on her mound of Venus late that night
Carries us on tides to Aphrodite's shore
I was movin' and a groovin'...
At my high school dance
Twist'n and a bump'n...
Wear'n wholly pants
The band had played some music...
I was feelin' kind of stuck
When I saw the kids a dancin'...
To the disco duck
I had to think of somethin'...
Had to show off a little muscle
So I boogied to the middle...
And I twisted to the hustle
In my cowboy boots...
And my hair all curled and long
I tied it in a pony-tail...
As I danced to ev'ry song
I really set the tone...
When my heels had started click'n
When they played some funky music
And I did the funky chicken
(The dances- Twist, Bump, Disco Duck, Boogie, Hustle, Funky Chicken)
3/9/2020
"Kim Rodrigues' DWM Contest
Night market stalls
So much to see;
Feel happy daze
Curious eyes feast
Seek a fond buy;
Pretty things shout
Street food vendor
Pleasant fare delights;
Long queue waiting
Crowded street
Hawker offerings;
Brisk buy and sell
Waylaid by stuff
Hordes descend here;
Night bazaar tempts
Just for a while
Try buying happiness;
Walk the bazaar route
Street side beggar
Ragged marionette;
Selling tissue packs
Feeble old lady begs:
"Give me two dollars please..."
My wallet agrees
Caught in the act,
I sigh with heartache;
Old man collects discards
By this wayside
Beggar sleeps dreaming;
Sleeping in a warm bed
Chinatown detour
Sign of the times;
Lonely old folks gather
Faces from the past
Lingering here now;
Beyond expiry date
Sad and dreary
These haunting images;
Intrude upon sensibilities
My heart bleeds
Distressed by such sights;
Cruel squalor loiters
Time has excavated
Skeletons in the closet;
Revisiting old haunts
Now and then
Becomes by and by;
Broken pieces litter
Poverty speaks
In ugly tones;
Shady undertakings
To die is easy
Living is so hard;
Pain, suffering, disease
Oh my soul,
Let us go, you and I;
See better sights
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore
The old guy is rugged, determined, fearless
He has fond memories of the game he still worships
He still hears the roars of the crowd
Can even now taste the fresh turf on his lips
He visualizes the impressive stadium
Feels the rough pigskin in his hands
Hears the wind howl against his helmet
Ohh...the hopes…the dreams…the plans
Ungrudgingly, he follows the young rookies
Able to relive his very first season
Recounting his first play…first score…first victory
There is nothing more left to reason
Throughout life, he perseveres
Thinking about the fame…the glory
The wins…the opulent lifestyle
His story
He most dotingly looks back
Proudly certain his watch he would not rewind
He earnestly recalls the true game
The same game that left him blind