Call it a day and go to play.
Who can stop you and what to say?
Work is good, and so is play.
Make it a rule to rest a day.
As life goes on, and much to stay.
If you ignore your need to play
And work so long and rarely lay,
Your health will fade and slip away.
You can’t stop. You can’t delay.
If health is gone, you dearly pay.
So, listen to me and make your day!
11/6/2026
Feel as tho' I'm going to the dogs
it's almost time to pop my clogs
kick the bucket chuck it in
call it a day take a spin
and shuffle off this mortal coil
be released from worldly troubles and toil
buy the farm and bite the dust
or cash in my chips if I must
when D-Day dawns (it's not that far)
a big bang send-off will be my last hurrah
but it's no joke
as should I croak
who will miss me
when I'm long-gone
for no matter where on earth I am
I don't fit in I don't belong
oh well easy come easy go
whether up in smoke or down below
ONE STILL GETS AWAY
SWALWELL MUST CALL IT A DAY
BUT FOR TRUMP STILL NAY
Peace within the heart for nothing else will do
you gave all you had now time will follow through
Quick satisfactions are disappointing for they lapse
anything worth lasting needs time not to collapse
Labors sweat and toil with planning complete
minutes become hours into days begetting weeks
Relationships on hold work wide and clear
once completed those ignore blessed with profit to share
Work is a duty for living needs a choice
a purpose for being gives the world your voice
Tired but never weary forging ahead
dreams never reality lying around in bed
When the work is done and night whispers for rest
Call it a day knowing in pride you did your best
Treated like you don’t deserve
tepid greetings that unnerve
No sparks of warmth nor dying embers
Did you hurt somehow this family member
Once you got along just fine
then came changes over time
Until she simply stopped calling you
and when you tried, your calls eschewed
The hurt is real, you want to say
yet you fear she'll go away
So, the game you continue to play
leave another message, call it a day
Reflective listening
Thats the one
People can say how they have been undone
Or have a glorious tale
Of adventure
Bad guys went to jail
Listening carefully
Too all they say
Can perceive their life story
In five minutes
A day
Often they drone on
The story is repeated
Elongated
Embellished
Stretching the five minutes
Until they call it a day
No one knows how that goes
Except for the therapist
Who is picking her nose
Repeats back one or two words
And on the story goes
The trouble with me, besides what you've seen
is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my
wrists to the way you smile in your sleep.
Should have known this love would be my
damnation.
The passion behind every kiss were figments of a
jaded imagination.
So I play my music on this old dirt road,
While I smoke something dangerous.
Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our
love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement.
I'll forever remember those moments where time
somehow stood still.
The way my heart would skip beats,
Such a euphoric thrill.
Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change.
A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage.
Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting
off to the abyss in staggered and dazed.
Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time
that I wake.
Jailed for the will to be jailed
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.
This day didn't go as I planned
In fact it went wrong from the go
While tilling my land with shovel in hand
I chopped off the tip of my toe
And to make matters even worse
I don't want to sound like a cryer
But while I was gone, I left the stove on
And saw that my house had caught fire
Now you might think that I'm lying
But this is the god's honest truth
As I limped to the well, I tripped and I fell
And knocked out my favorite tooth
After everything that's transpired
There's not that much left I can say
It's renowned, what goes up must come down
So I think that I'll call it a day
Children like to play hide and seek to misguide,
even in school bus after their pickup for the ride.
So, all the drivers, your careful vigilance is thus due,
be extra patient, don’t let the playful kids trick you.
To search the bus thoroughly keen attention you pay,
make sure the bus is empty before you call it a day.
I can’t fake what I don’t believe
Can’t rejoice when I need to grieve
Won’t stick by what I’d rather leave
Like a past not keepin’ hidden
A cover is not the same as the song
A killer shouldn’t stalk where he doesn’t belong
No relativism of right ‘n’ wrong
Some fruit must hang forbidden
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
I can’t speak the words I can’t say
Can’t look at the moon an’ call it a day
There are those of us hold no sway –
The feeble and bedridden
There’s a shadowy figure, come to call
Real as the claw marks on your wall
An’ you won’t have to utter its name at all –
That Satan comes unbidden
When I turned over
The ace of hearts
It was blue
But I know
In my heart of hearts
What is true
I can’t sleep where the bed is too hot
Won’t break stride in the Final Trot
When God asks me, “Is that all you got?”
I’ll say I coulda tried but didn’t
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
And I know
Inevitably
What I must do
My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path
The land is full of greed
Remember, That's not what we agreed
Masses continually wallow in pain
Yet our cries is often in vain
Nigeria is another old today
Then it's falling away
The youths they refused to give the way
The old have refused to call it a day
While they have ship in the deep
And , masses continually killed like sheep
Corruption, nepotism, there watch words
Neglected, the constitution as their watch dog
Which has been known to the world
Nigeria, The sleeping Giant
With Great lands of hope
Lush vegetation by nature provided
Where diverse icons of Erudite are awarded
In the past we uttered corrupt masters
In the present we call , kleptomaniac in their fingers
Nigerians, independence we cried out for
Unity In diverse they preach
In the inns we hope to reach
As they've democratically persuaded to teach
We had the freedom to be free
But has been more strong weaker
Nigeria my country is about to fall
That's why I am making a call.
Walking barefoot in the grass,
The dew tickles me,
Insects hide as we trespass,
Walking carefreely,
Picnic hamper in our hand,
Settling in the grass,
A day full of fun we've planned,
Packed lunch was "first class",
Then in the grass, we lay down,
Basking in the sun,
Our children play 'catch' around,
And we watch them run,
After a nap, off we go
Swimming in the lake,
All our faces, now aglow,
In race, we partake,
We rest in the grass, so tired,
Let’s call it a day,
Children ever feeling wired,
Want some more to stay,
So we stay and chat some more,
And play tic tac toe,
Till in the grassy lakeshore,
It’s dark, time to go,
Picnic in the grass enjoyed,
In Summer sublime,
Family time, well-employed,
Join us all some time.
23rd March 2023
For Anthony Biaanco's "In the Grass" contest
DID THEY OR DIDN’T THEY?
He wanted to ask her out and wondered should he
a) just walk up to her and ask her
b) send her an e-mail
c) send her a text
d) leave a note in her desk
If he should ask her out, she wondered, should she
a) say yes please, she’d love to
b) tell him she was washing her hair that night
c) say she was already spoken for
d) laugh and walk away
If he did and she said yes, would he
a) take her to see a movie
b) escort her to a posh restaurant
c) suggest a romantic walk in the woods
d) leave it to her to decide
So did they
a) go on one date and call it a day
b) go on lots of dates and fall in love
c) marry on a sunny day in June
d) live happily ever after
30th January 2023
The Multiple Choice poetry contest
Sponsor - Suzanne Delaney
O Night!how I miss your silent and peaceful precious time.
Easing heavy and inconsolable tiresome thoughts.
Where have all the skills of life vanished?
Only trails of vague shadow exists,
Then as mist does it leave.
Busy as it seems around.
But does honesty exist where you spend your day?
Rectifying something already done;
No genuine process in progress.
Someday one has to call it a day.
Recline to start all over anew again.
To live as God desires.
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