Best Weekdays Poems
I like to think that Daddy's gold watch chain,
and the way it came about,
was the true story of "The Magi",
that O. Henry had mixed it up a little and changed it,
as sometimes happens.
I remember it, his beautiful chain,
heavy and each link engraved with dainty leaves.
Each of us had played with it,
pulling from his pocket, the heavy, silver-plated watch it guarded,
just to hear it tick.
I didn't know it then of course,
it was the gold chain that Daddy prided,
not the watch..
He could have bought a dozen of those at any store,
but never another chain so fine.
I wish I had asked, I don't know how it came about
that Mama turned her linked, gold bracelet
into a chain for Daddy.
See it there, draping her gloved hand
in their wedding picture?
Somehow, they never told us private things,
so busy making a good life for all of us.
We were his treasures the seven of us
and Mama and her auburn hair.
Then came the beloved chain.
I like to think it was that first sweet Christmas,
when they were still alone,
that she loved him enough to have
her treasured bracelet altered and
surprised him with her gift.
He wore a leather thong to
hold his watch on weekdays.
Only on Sundays or other times
when he put on his suit, he proudly
added the prized chain.
That's how it happened that the chain was
on the dresser in their bedroom
when the fire started.
Daddy was still on the farm and Mama and we younger ones
had moved to town for the winter
It was so cold, the fire engines couldn't come.
Daddy came by sled in time
to carry the loved library table out.
It was too late and the flames too hot,
to save much else.
I have that table now, my precious heirloom.
Daddy searched the ashes of our home
as soon as they had cooled.
I saw the tears when he told Mama,
"The gold watch chain is gone."
Written 9/11/10
Entered in contest Old Jewelry,
or Just Old Things,
or Old, Old, Poetry.
Categories:
weekdays, father, fire, love,
Form:
Bio
you ever heard of a Lao party?
might be one going on right now…
we Lao folks love that celebratin’
sifting through sunrise and slipping
through sunset we sing our favorite
songs in our heads
it shortens time at work
cuz we sa baiiii sa baiiii
we force ourselves to
sa bai through the weekdays
so when weekend come
we too sai bai to be sa bai while
Beer Lao gushes down as if a recession
exists in our bellies
and we must stimulate our celebratory economy
this weekend on our little cousin’s birthday
where grandpas and grandmas
get down Salavan style
Lao folks gotta play that music
gives us an excuse to pick up microphones
clap our hands and wave our wrist around
and dance like how our aunties teach us
when the right song come
when the right keys
of the khaen flute lifts our stress out
our sleepless bodies
we always celebrating something
waiting for that weekend
coasting past the jobs we hate
or waiting to grab jobs we don’t have
it don’t matter if our elders can’t speak English
they singing like they own the land
where their voices reach
rejoicing over the smallest
of happenings
and we all sa baiiiii real good
Categories:
weekdays, culture, family, friendship, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s take out our apron, girls
Jiggle and dance, do sizzling twirls
Long weekday-chores were done
Now, it’s time to have some fun
Leave for a while our weekdays’ trek
Spruce ourselves for longer break
Have a real fantastic party
Forget some worries, be happy
We, all girls just wanna have fun
Have hangouts ‘til the set of sun
We do need relaxation time
Good for our body, beauty and mind
We can go for nightlife
Movie, disco, not on gambling flight
But be good girls, always remember
Nice girls go home beyond wee hours
We, sometimes go on frolic
Forget work schedules, so hectic
Smile and laugh, give ourselves a treat
Forget those boys just a little bit
Boys out there are waiting
Eyes on us while we’re giggling
Leave them all drooling
Once and a while, let’s go shopping
We, all girls just wanna have fun
Have hangout ‘til the set of sun
We all need relaxation time
Good for our body, beauty and mind
June 29,2015 8.40 pm.
Categories:
weekdays, fun, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
(All in fun, my friends!!!)
In spite of my charm and amazing good looks
There are things I want you to know
I don't wear undies on weekdays and Saturdays
Which leaves only Sundays to go
Undies sure inhibit my freedom of movement
While I strut up and down the mall
My sexiness is not something I usually can hide
Exuding my sweet charms to all
Guess I might sound like an raving egomaniac
One look and you'll surely know why
This hunk of humanity has been dazzling the ladies
Since I was just a wee tike of a guy
So I'll be taking requests from you ladies
To enjoy my sweet charms for a night
The cost relates directly to the perceived value
So take a number for a heavenly flight
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
weekdays, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
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lovely this morning's radiance,
tender secrets in her smile,
yawn away my dreaming,
hold on to sleep for a while.
lovely the way she makes me
do our house chores for the day,
she hums the song I'm singing,
the kids in the yard at play.
lovely the nighttime silence,
her whispers in my sleep,
soon I drift to dreaming
shared secrets we both keep.
lovely this warm weekend bliss,
on weekdays this joy I miss,
home, laughter, song and rhyme,
when time idly bides its time!
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Categories:
weekdays, wifesong, song,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Faces void all passing by
open eyed yet emptied
like flashes of a vacancy sign
blank stares like orphans pitied
Caught in time
no plans to sketch
just colored pencils
with broken tips
Only the artist's see
painting joy on canvas
as if an apology
for selling a feeling - to what the living should be free
This city speaks of sunsets passed
and lakes that serve as portraits hung
rush for a weekdays check to cash
while natures gift remains outrun
For me I'd rather fish the sea
a humbled walk along the beach
fall upon a stack of leaves
but freeways and buildings my peace has breached
In love with a life of simple pleasures
unhurried by the next place to go
where hospitality is still the measure
not a life that's put on like a show
Where did all the soft eyes go
the patriots passion the pride
when did this world spin out of control
and kindness become something to hide?
To each his own the saying goes
but what of love thy neighbor?
When abnegation is no longer chose
it's no wonder isolation be favored
Categories:
weekdays, city, environment, introspection, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Five foot nothing,
Round as a rubber ball and just as bouncy
Known to all and sundry as Nanny “Ding Dong” Bell
Thought the Ding Dong hilarious, recognized a term of affection.
Midwife, child minder, mother confessor
Stalwart in church, cleaner on weekdays, organ player on Sundays
Lender of single shillings when meters ran out
Rescuer of stray dogs, cats, and hungry children
Excellent cook and loving grandmother
A friend to all with no distinctions.
When she died a light was extinguished in our village.
September 29th 2011
Categories:
weekdays, friendship, people,
Form:
Light Verse
All the weeks once spent revealing
Efforts pledged for Friday feeling
Life's intents and notions reeling ...
Yet, the weekend always shined
Composing body, soul and mind
Weekdays proving thus, unkind ...
Still its sanguine trend
It always had an end.
Seemed no matter how it spun
Start-to-end the week would run
Stress was ne'er to be outdone ...
Obligations, they were chanced
Hopes all let, as time advanced
Always, Friday evening danced ...
Like a winsome sprite
Feign for Sunday night.
On-and-on the pattern stretched
Crimps and crows-feet slowly etched
In a face that often wretched ...
From the sour hopes that failed
Plans and prospects, as travailed
Efforts spurned and aims derailed ...
Proceeds withered on
Friday nights-and-gone.
Then, at reaching all-time lows
One more week came to a close
But, that promise of repose ...
Developed from a new divide
Repletion work could not provide
A joy that seeded deep inside ...
Growing from my soul
Faith had made me whole ...
Yes, it's faith ... I now extol.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Friday Feeling" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
Categories:
weekdays, faith, introspection, irony, life,
Form:
Rhyme
THE RISEN HEADS
We know ourselves for long, since ages
A time we spent in a small kiosk as bar boys, in the weekdays
A time we spent processing fish in the odd days
A time we spent tossing tops hunted from *Tanu
Oh yeah, happy old days, formulating our dreams
We have a dream and dare live to it
Its true we change not in a day but overnight
That we called a miracle, but alas unclear and forgotten
The secrets and sufferings behind the curtains
The struggles for the new phases of faces
How the cogs of the mill chugs upon the flesh
sleepless nights for the dream
Empty stomachs just to save a dime
Long long walks away from home
I forsake the love of a family for it
It was like a trash beyond the debris of a torrent
Landed where it pleases, good or bad to be
This day I have the meaning......
Now, you shall define molecules to me
Now, I shall explain arts and meaning of poetry, if to recite this.
Dedicaded to Dr. Godwin Dogbevia. PhD (Molecular Biology)
(c) Lamptey Godson K. 30 th Nov. 2011
Categories:
weekdays, anniversary, friendship, inspirational, time,
Form:
Bio
Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity
about people, nature, and life in general.
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am...
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I love to write; always jotting down
myriads of thoughts running through my head.
An eternal optimist, I am...
My cup overflows. I never drink from a cup,
half-empty.
A dove so peaceful, I am...
I'm often lost in meditation, in reverie.
Busy bee, I am...
You'll find me at work on weekdays doing the job
I enjoy, and doing it the best I know how!
A runner, I am...
I jog and sprint with friends. It clears the cobwebs in my mind!
Adventurous, I am...
I am on a perpetual search
for enlightenment and poetic inspiration.
A husband, I am...
I'm married to a precious, gorgeous lady named Helen.
An incorrigible romantic, I am...
Many of my love poems are about her.
A proud American son of Nigerian-born parents, I am
A brother, I am...
the second born of four siblings.
An older sister, a younger, a younger sister--last born.
Tall in stature, I am...
I'm 6 ft, 2.5 inches tall. I love being tall! Oh, yes indeed!
Fashion savvy, I am...
A sharp-dresser. Can't you tell from my avatar?
A quasi-masochist, I am...
I love achieving an end, the hard, gut-busting way!
A coconut, I am...
Despite a tough exterior, I'm quite tender on the inside!
Rather unique, I am...
half-loner, half-social animal. Full amazing brotha!
Creative, I am...
The inventor of a poetry form called "Yalto"
Bibliophile, I am...
A reader of books, poetry books especially.
Movie buff, I am...
When I'm not watching the news, I'm watching
a movie, which is every other day!
US Navy Veteran, I am...
Proudly served America.
Oh, I wish I could serve her all over again!
Date written and posted: 09/23/2018
Categories:
weekdays, life, me,
Form:
Bio
Since I woke up today
So many things I want to say
I wished all weekdays to disappear
Only weekends remain to have you near
I realized again today how much I love you
So much more after everything we've gone through
Our relationship haven't always been pretty weather
Through all that and more, we are still together
I wouldn't want it any other way
For the rest of my life with you I want to stay
I'm crazy about you, words can't express
Since March 2011, I never loved you less
I love you with all my heart
In my life you're still and will always remain my favourite part
I can't wait someday to become your wife
Having you be a part of the rest of my life
I will always be here for you my love
For you I will go beyond and above
Because my love for you is so strong
And because I am right where I belong
I love you with all my heart
In my life you will forever remain my favourite part
This may not be the best poem you ever got
But the difference is, this one comes from MY heart
Categories:
weekdays, i love you,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him?
Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid
Sketching maps on living room, waltz with naval fleet
Dad wishing for a miniature of the neighbor's son
Planned
A spaceship to land on lands I never seen
Walk up to the random human like, "hey person
Why are you aiming your bow at that tree stem?
Which has been shot million times from an inch distance"
Used to scratch codes while I get my quarter back
Running with no goal, a referee in a soccer match
Watching television, used to stop for ads
To find a cheap way to get to America while I still operate
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.
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Teleporting through a U tube, a chemical ruin
To somewhere, where they don't ask how they just ask 'when'?
Where they tell the truth when asked how they are doing
Religiously peaceful while the beef's stewing
Where love's marketed as branded
Not a highway to hell for your hippy grand kid
Where college is sweet and candied
Not a trainee residence for mid life crisis
Where a little bit of alcohol is not youthful devilry
Where feminine coconuts aren't censored for some cable tree
Where my mondays can't foretell my tuesdays
Where my funeral will not be like my forefather's, before new faces
I keep warning you, but you are like Eustace
Keep the status quo, yeah, my voyage will cost you a huge sum
But I will be happy, yes mom, yes, yes
I love you like weekends, but I live because of the weekdays
Categories:
weekdays, career, cheer up, confidence,
Form:
Lyric
Stacked with books, assiduity elsewhere
Exams knocking at hand
Yet the Friday get-go
And final cut buff.
Night at sea and morning sloth
The evening prowl and buddy talkies
Escaped tuition and soul mate bask
Brainsick few moments
Ended with a break up.
Hearsays then bared
Eyes filled up and a hebdomad hush.
So called a fresh beginning
They say it agone.
Acquaintances befalls
Yet the same story echoes.
Admittance time and outcome appraised
Enough with bailiwicks, now the time to revel.
Late night parties and dearly-won snooze
Weekdays lessons and awaited weekend multiplex.
A secret dope and babbling out,
Desktop eroticas and tormented psyche
Fags anarchic and creative smokes
Bohemian lifestyle
But forthcoming ruination.
A sudden consequence and fledged days
Thousand and one nights
Of a student’s time of life.
Categories:
weekdays, allegory, schooltime, time,
Form:
Bio
Memories of stolen weekdays by the water..
Oysters on the half shell and made to order..
Your hair in the sun made my heart warm and race..
My desire I couldn't hold as I slowly kiss your face..
So many all around us, but our hearts drawn close..
Conversations I can't recall because my eyes follow your lips..
As we walk to the car my arms lightly hold your hips..
For one last look as the sun beams over your shoulders..
I kiss your neck to the back of your ear and slowly whisper
as I pull you close and so near..
These moments we did not steal, much too precious for a love
we forever feel...
Categories:
weekdays, lovekiss, sun,
Form:
Light Verse
Super Star Hotel,
Supremely, located at the center of Takoradi city
It’s magnificently attractive, beautiful and excellent,
Coupled with the nicely-looking light green colour which reflect its purity
Besides, it’s hardworking, cordial professional management.
SSH, is capable to host students who dislike the difficulties of hostel
Thus, to make research, studies and attending lectures or seminars bearable
Believe you me, there’s good approach and comely reception
Plus the vital space to make your car-parking, loading and off-loading possible
How can I forget, it provide both proper fan ventilation and chill air-condition.
Super Star Hotel,
Superbly, appreciated and accepted due to its cherished hospitality
Irrespective of your race, religion or ethnic background its remains decent
Coupled with all what’ll make you have pleasure, love at heart, peace of mind and integrity
Aside, there’s conference room for your business meeting, program or event.
SSH, is reliable to make you and your guest or partner feel at home unlike a motel
Well, in terms of rate or price it’s highly affordable
Be it in your country’s currency or local Cedi, it’ll have your reservation
As it’s open throughout weekdays (24/7) to make your visit memorable and loveable
Hence, you’re welcome to establish contact for your next vacation and enjoy the relaxation.
Categories:
weekdays, adventure, africa, appreciation, holiday,
Form:
Classicism