Best Weekends Poems
‘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
Categories:
weekends, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
weekends, children, parents,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
weekends, retirement,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
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 favorite of the Maritimes
Played back in the day
As far back as I remember
Come the weekend let guests arrive
Clear the table bring out the cards
A round of beers before we start
Bids to launch the rounds
Partners ruse and much excitement
Base count one sixty four
Trumped or sandbagging
Twenties bellies fifties
Count your points or else go bate
Absurd rules lead to hot tempers
Misplays turn to family feuds
Otherwise a lot of fun around the table
A beer or two resets the mood
Playing Clabiash all weekends through
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 27, 2020
Categories:
weekends, conflict, family, fun, games,
Form:
Free verse
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 day,
a dog that has never worked
a day in its life, Bill says.
In another minute the terrier
will never have to either
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
weekends, animal,
Form:
Blank verse
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 the form of a poem
How I free it from me
Maybe this week
Will go a bit better
Maybe it won't rain
God bring good weather
I'm saving my money
Working really hard
Hopefully in due time
This work pays all off
Haven't seen my family
For a month or so
Everysince Thanksgiving
Been working to and fro
If God's willing
I'll have a good week
In the form of a poem
How you'll see it from me.
Categories:
weekends, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
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 the arena for nature and beauty
to be my most loved neighbours,
in the same neighbourhood
where fun is just waking up from a five days sleep
is a perfect conditioner
to moisten the expectations of this brief holiday.
Even with the gone day’s illumination,
comfort well supported by a wonderful serenity
gives light for the mind to stay happy
and the soul to remain cute
as dusk with very slow wheels beckons
for relaxation to render its full services
then my readily available acceptance
will form a joint venture with it
to make hay while the moon smiles.
Categories:
weekends, celebration, holiday, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
her second income
helping with slicing, peeling -
Love packs orders with my Love
Categories:
weekends, business, cute love, devotion,
Form:
Senryu
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 we are apart.
I live one mission at a time,
looking to the homecoming
with a sense of joy.
I look to the future and I know it will
all be over in half a decade.
Now that seems like an
impossible hurdle to overcome.
For now, I take it
one green weekend at a time.
Among all the pomp and circumstance
I am always thinking of you.
Categories:
weekends, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, work,
Form:
Free verse
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, summer weekends.
2-2-2021
Categories:
weekends, food, friendship, fun, river,
Form:
Rhyme
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 to the banquette
Where the king of the fairies said. Please
Take your seats so we can begin to eat.
Don't be loose with your drink remember
We have guests use your etiquette.
Categories:
weekends, adventure, beautiful, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Pantoum
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 to grow in-
Wisdom, Self-awareness, Introspection, Independence.
Then, on the drive home,
I think of you and turn up the radio
At home, I resume my chores
and prepare for the week ahead.
Categories:
weekends, loss
Form:
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 is Friday, it will
be smoked haddock, boiled potatoes and
stewed carrots
Still a twenty minutes drive,
before getting home,
shadows merge with the evening and
the ice rink is a memory
Categories:
weekends, career, cat, change,
Form:
Blank verse
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 have it end yet,
This day has been too sweet.
But tomorrow will come and back to work,
Another eight hours on my feet.
If weekends could last a little longer
And shorten the work-week a bit,
A reversal to five days off and two on
Into my life I could fit.
Categories:
weekends, work
Form:
Rhyme
It's Friday night, work's days complete.
But years inform each week's retreat.
Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get'
for two at least (their pace to vet)!
More selfish think all service cursed
and dream the Bible's truth's reversed
(God's blessings earned by 'good' we do
on Sundays sitting in a pew)!
Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills!
Who clothes the golden daffodils?
They stretch toward Sun (do they have thoughts?),
trash pushed aside by juggernauts.
Were Noah's woods what fleshed out ark
or trees (pre-Noah's time) its spark?
To seek true Bliss each servant's right
(All days aren't weekends, friend?) Good night!
Long Tooth
October 16th in 2021
Categories:
weekends, faith, humor,
Form:
Rhyme