love styled days and nights
colored years with fulfillment ~
heart calendar art
the calendar is always wrong
according to my heart
for summer is as cold as ice
when we must be apart
the clock can say the time is noon
to me it’s midnight black
my empty arms will ache and yearn
until my lovers back
to me the day is beautiful with
his kiss is on my lips
Where has 2025 gone, and
btw, 2024 didn’t seem so long
You know, I swear, really
Just yesterday ‘twas 2023
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behind each numbered door,
a secret~
chocolate coins
wrapped in foil,
a cinnamon bear
stiff with sugar,
a marzipan pig
snout-deep in glitter.
the rituals are precise~
peel back the perforation,
let your finger
claim the prize.
(But never peek ahead.)
by the twenty-fourth,
the grid is gutted~
a hollow cathedral
of empty windows,
where only the memory
of sweetness lingers
like tinsel.
In January
With Mother Mary
We wed down at the chapel
In February
Cold and airy
Your cheeks as red as apple
And in mid March
Under a golden arch
You said we would have a daughter
But then come April
A spring too fatal
For we had quickly lost her
In late May
I heard you say
We would be forever
Although in June
It came to soon
We were not together
At the end of July
I saw you cry
Through your open window
Then in August
You never saw this
I threw away your pillow
In September
I still remember
I got the call I dread
And in October
No longer sober
They found you cold and dead
In November
To control my temper
I enjoyed the end of fall
Lastly in December
Your darkened dying ember
I could not picture you at all
You celebrate your Death-Day every year,
a “selfie” trampling on your grave-to-be,
without your knowing. Anniversary?
Through predetermined locks you have to steer.
As flotsam tumbles over each steep weir
in transit to the dark and formless sea,
you’ll pass the date of your finality
repeatedly, before the end-of-pier.
That day will dawn. It really will. The rows
of serried numbers, rigid, unforgiving,
that fill your calendar like Van Gogh’s crows
contain the fatal date. Your body knows.
You’ll dash about, stash cash and call it living,
but all your thrashing counts as dying throes.
How did it get to be July
Same way I’m now seventy-five
I never paid attention
I’ve calendar-dementia
Ought to repent while I’m alive
"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet
We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures.
Many pictures of cute animals,
some of majestic land or sea views.
Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy.
We circle the dates we need to remember,
never wanting to forget our appointments or events.
I like to write in the date box a couple of words,
these words helps me to remember why I circled the date.
When December shows up,
our calendar must be put to rest.
The many dates on the twelve months have served us well.
Now off to shop for a new calendar,
one holding new dates and wonderful pictures.
people never change
history has all the proof
dates always changing
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
Some days are Mondays
But most of them were Fridays-
And then Saturday
snow, wind, rain, ice, cold
winter covers all, but
the calendar turns
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 is when you might be the most creative or ambitious.
In China the snake is considered a little dragon.
Shy, retiring, a non-show off.
I think 2025 is represented well by the wood snake
I am eager to see what she does with us.
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 evening, I delivered to you a little bag,
Inside there was a letter which I wished you
To enjoy the traditional Full Moon festival,
The messages were written in reverse fashion,
Only you, the recipient can read it.
Because I have shown you this special trick,
It was returned without opening it,
Instead of replying to the messages.
I felt like playing ping pong with this stubborn person.
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 reasons was afraid of hearing his unkind words.
But I could not resist the temptations.
I have tried not to mind his language.
But, I still could not do it.
I asked him "why you do not want to get any thing from the government"
You said "it is negative and I do not want any of it".
I should listen to what he said.
Please him the way he likes.
Save me a lot of work and time.
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 of course.
I am glad I am a dragon, and not a rat or a horse.
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