Calendar Poems - Poems about Calendar

Sunday's for planning Monday's for working Tuesday's for getting stuff done Wednesday's to check the cheklist Thursday's for follow through Friday's for catching up, and Saturday's for much deserved fun AP: 2nd place 2025 Posted on March 20, 2025...

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Some days are Mondays But most of them were Fridays- And then Saturday ...

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snow, wind, rain, ice, cold winter covers all, but the calendar turns ...

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2025.2.12. Chinese Lantern Festival. Tonight, it is the first full moon of the Lunar Calendar year. It is also the end of the CNY's celebration. It is time to do something different. The villages welcome the lantern festival. Kick off the night with some spring vibes. Colourful light lanterns are up in the dark sky, They clip along the street lamps' wires. People...

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Wonderful attributes are associated with the Chinese New Year The Wood snake brings wisdom, creativity, intuition and growth She symbolizes renewal, transformation, patience and understanding The snake’s major element is Yang fire Yang fire is associated with the sun Thus, bringing these attributes into Year 2025 Aboveboard, selfless, cordial, ambitious, righteous, foresighted The snake hour is from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. This...

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17.9.2024, Tuesday, Lunar calendar Middle Autumn Full Moon day. The moon hangs up high in the dark but clear sky. It is so full and bright. I must have witnessed it, For more than half a centenary at least, I have been alone for nearly two decades, But only tonight, looking at the moon All I felt was lonely and sad. Early this...

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2.8.2024. Approaching Lunar calendar, month of spirit and devils. Must be extra careful. Why do I sense some troubles. If one does not believe in it, Does one be affected? Why people have so many superstitions. Must keep my sanity and integrity. Not to be convinced to sell my soul to the devils. I tried not to go to his 2nd home. One of the...

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Chinese calendar, cycle twelve fine years An animal assigned to each one without any fears Ox, tiger, dragon, monkey, rooster and pig…. Each with their own personalities and traits so big. I am a hare, he is a horse, and she is a snake. Rat, sheep, and dog have arrived, make no mistake. Astrologists study the traits and relay them back...

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That calendar on the kitchen wall marks another crisp January's windy morning, it has brought in slowly-moving clouds, what has passed is part of evident oblivion... unless one remembers what did unfold: tragic days for most, nothing good to toast; more hungry mouths that beg for food, a terror-stricken street with deadly screams: New Orleans was the target of an assassin! Stay...

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My year of birth : DOG Loyal - For me, loyalty is everything Sociable - A big shipwreck in my own esteem Courageous - I am strong and truly believe in miracles Diligent - As a fountain that always...

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Father’s day, Mother’s day, sister’s day, brother’s day And grandparents day, why not? What a calendar we’ve got There’s no day without a name, like a picture in a frame Days are hanging on the wall, each day has it’s special call But one thing I clearly see there’s no day that speaks of me Is it good, or is...

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Planning and making the most In life...

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Once upon a time in a land of old, was a magical calendar, amazing to behold. It sat on a shelf, mysterious and rare, with the power to gaze into the future's lair. People from far and wide would gather ‘round to witness its wonders, their hearts did pound. But be warned, its predictions may seem strange, no...

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January’s woman melts the snow. February’s woman is good to go March, she blows like the wind Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad May, the shackles are off June, in bed till noon July, love on the beach August, same woman, roll on September September’s woman is petite and coy October, is comfort and joy November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one December’s woman...

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The night submitted to me as it celebrated my weakness, selflessly we shared sorrow, poisonous tears flowed from the pupil of my eye, I curse my reflection in the glass of the balcony door, my weakness I strengthen with pain, the laughter from the apartment next door admonishes and suffocates, it testifies to the solitude among four eerily walls grieve with me, there is...

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