Best Weekends Poems

Through wildflower meadows we skip,
feasting on sunbeams and friendship,
trailing to a river's dip.

Beach towel extended with our spread,
guest seagulls partake of our bread.
Sun our blanket, brunch in bed.

Orange glazed croissants, yogurt parfait.
Fresh picked wildflower bouquet.
Tree shade chandelier display.

Giggles ripple like current bends.
Our imagination transcends
trickling shores,...

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‘Cause a little bit of Summer
is what the whole year is all about

John Mayer


WEEKENDS

Summer at pool.
Staying cool, Sis!
Whirlpool of friends —
Laughter-cleanse splash.
Weekends play out every day, Sis!

5/3/2021...

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They come out 
on weekends
Dad, it's almost 
always Dad
with a daughter 
or son.
He stands just a 
little too close,
smiles just a 
little too long
uncomfortably 
comfortable
wondering
how it ever
got this way.

He cannot answer
all the questions
they both know
things sometimes
change but
he will always 
be there
helping as best 
he can....

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Saturday mornings
use to be cartoons
today rifleman
mini vacations
are weekends for some

than for others
its just two days
weekends to me
use to be fun

roller skate
and dancing
hanging out

meeting
with friends

fun...

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Some things can’t be fixed
any other way says Bill
in his bedroom

on the third floor
hoping to get some sleep
after working the third shift.

He adjusts the scope on 
his hunting rifle, makes certain
the silencer’s on right  

glares out the window at 
a bull terrier barking all...

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The weekend's over
I'm glad for that
It wasn't that great
Wish I could go back

Stress at the job
Stress with my girl
I'm so on edge
Stress in this world

Atleast I don't drink
But if I did
I'd grab some hennessy
And take a big swig

As you can tell
I had a bad week
In...

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With the knowledge of extra free hours
which count from the starting point of forty and eight,
the cycle has just begun 
for activities to pass through no plan
and freedom to lend me its coveted wings.

Chilling through this tender evening
when calm and its entourage just had dinner,
creating...

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We flee
Away from city life
To ancient trees
Forgetting our daily strife.
Where brownies, dwarves, gnomes, and
Fairies befriend tall ones with a jeweled 
Knife.
This place is so neat.
There among the trees as big as life
Is a white unicorn. They're not obsolete.
This was such a treat.
Then we were led...

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This monthly pilgrimage I used to love
now seems to come all to soon.
It interrupts our lives.
I have to separate our lives to do his bidding.
My heart breaks each time I leave
even though I know I'll return
when it's over.
I seems that two days
is an eternity when...

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Weekend days stretch before me-
48 empty hours,

I keep myself busy with a never-ending to-do list,
but, when I am fatigued

I take long drives to explore distant towns,

Enjoying endless observation and exploration-

Watching light dance on river currents,
people watching and eavesdropping,
antique stores and woodland trails.

I use this time...

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Weekends


In the afternoon sun
 the asphalt road shines like an ice rink; 
flanked by green trees that
cast black shadows, 
helped by the breeze
they flutter slightly, 
soundless articulation a symphony for the deaf
My memory brings me 
the aroma of curried 
chicken and rice, 
but since it...

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Curled up with a very good book,
Lazy Sunday afternoon.
Relaxed after a hard weeks work, 
Weekend's over too soon.

Tomorrow it will be back to the grind
But today is perfect still.
I'll stretch it out and make it last
If it takes all of my will.

I'm not ready to...

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Waking up
Feeling light
Knowing it is weekend, baby

All I want to do 
Lots of things
Like finally

Fatigue pulls me 
Back harder
Laying on my bed
Deep daze

Damn
Still feeling tired
Anxiety knowing 
In my head
Back to work
Mistakes and unfinished business

Heck go away
Needing my own days
The most

Struggling through weekdays
Desiring to breathe 
For...

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From some old country
This is the oddest card game
With rules to make your hair stand on end
No use trying to make sense of it
Just accept that it’s the way it is
Don’t bother asking too many questions
They call it Clabiash quite similar to Tarbish

It’s still a...

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her second income
helping with slicing, peeling -
Love packs orders with my Love...

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