Best Fridays Poems

  
Oh how I miss you everyday
   your voice 
      your love
          my son
'twas on a Friday 
without warning
your name was called
one sunny morning
   Oh how...

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When I was young, my weekends started with
an after-supper bonus Friday nights—
soft drinks and candy bars. We watched one of
three channels while we relished these delights.

In college, Friday nights meant a reprieve—
a brief one—from those tomes that ruled my day.
Sometimes I dated or went out...

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Said hello on Monday
Married you on Tuesday
Said goodbye on Wednesday
Thursday there was blood
Friday’s child 
No more drama...

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Flashback to Fridays when I was a wanted guest
a common companion strolling the riverside
with more than just the moon willing to chat
where words resonated with hand-cut diamonds
lighting up my vision and your restful eyes
where missed lessons were backtracked 
and praise was left to pigeons hiding
in...

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Clock-watching Fridays,
Bring sweet sanity to souls,
Weary of the rat race.
...

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       T G I F - Thank God It's Friday!
This is a term kids like to say.
       At three, bell ringing would convey
school's done...reward...TWO DAYS OF PLAY!

      ...

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Today's Friday, no idea how awesome it could be
Ahhh now I know, it's as awesome as Friday of last week
That day was quite special
In self-amazement, I did revel
Put ice cream on my toast and coffee on my fried eggs...

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There’s nothing that I’d rather do
Than be with Henry,* just we two.
Of course, some moments might be tough
But still, I just can’t get enough.

To watch him figure out the world,
His sense of self become unfurled,
Is truly one of life’s great gifts;
My spirits soar and sorrow...

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Fridays in the Spring


Fridays in the Spring
Linger longer than a season
Connecting reasons for the afternoon
To stay a little more
Almost standing still 
Till I decide to raise the veil

It never was this slow before
Always hurrying from the rain
Always worrying with the coming of the day
Hurrying for...

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Between our Fridays and our Sundays some pine
For eternity to shield them from the work week forever
For Eden's pronouncement drag the soul through time
A rag to labor with soiled contempt of hands
Wiped on them, and a rude mark on their face
The factory floor, the office,...

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This stool is so comfortable at the end of the bar
Never needing to look up, the barkeep knows my request
With the bills sprayed out before me, the drinks keep coming

Quietly, I would sit at Jake’s bar each Friday evening
Minding my own business, until this killer...

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I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.

Now I live in repeated patterns,
I’m a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.

Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I’m more prepared...

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This run of good days is going to end
bad times are coming just around the bend
cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow
future holds only worry and sorrow.

Armageddon of our own creation
as we burn in pyres of  self-cremation
caught in words of convenient denial 
grasp...

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Written 2 December 2023
A Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand


Do`s and Don`ts

 Avoid thirteenth of Fridays
for any new ventures
for any new businesses

Skip number 13 in buildings
in hotel rooms
In private hospitals

 Be careful when driving
walking or moving
after seeing 
a black cat crossing
the street

 Sanctify all food...

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Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall?
Can we please proceed directly to a cruel winter?

“What are we...

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