The blind man may not be able to distinguish day from night,
But, he can distinguish wrong from right!
The kind man may not be able to distinguish wrong from right,
But, he can distinguish day from night!
I need to break out
live life with abandon to the max
~ refuse to waste a day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Fed daily dose of dope
filtered truths poisoned as they may be
~ I dream of breaking free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Gay has a doctor’s appointment almost every day
bone specialist, heart surgeon, eye doctor for old Gay
Goes from appointment to appointment hoping to find something wrong
Breaking a bone or two would have her singing a joyful song
She has had seventeen colonoscopies this year
plus, several surgeries, next year they’ll rebuild her ear
there she goes now to another doctor appointment I’ll bet
I heard that she is demanding to have her unbroken arm set.
Each day, for me, is an endless delight.
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
Like monsoon drizzles, fullness flows and floods.
Worlds of hope are seen in the blooms and buds.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As the grace of the divine fills the earth
Physique and psyche gain constant new birth.
life as already impulsed flows as created ~
knowing this we’re not by taunts of fate baited
P=Perhaps we should have.
E=Ears for hearing, so listen more.
R=Reading time for a good poem to start each day.
H=Heart, show love along our way.
A=Applause for others and say thank you.
P=Praise as we are blessed.
S=Smiles to give away and make someone's day.
A perfect summers day with the sky turquoise blue
A faint breeze through the trees and pink flowers in bloom
Out on the green they are dressed in their best.
Bright team colours, we expect nothing less.
At the start of the game they gather and stay.
Til someone in charge shouts out “Let’s play”.
The grass is so dry the bowls speed down the green.
Looking out from the pavilion a classic summer scene.
The bowls clack together as they fight for the jack.
Each rink changes sides back and forth, forth and back.
The game draws to a close and it’s on a knife edge.
Our team steals the show with one point ahead.
It’s time for tea after a grand day of fun.
Some opt for a pint and a fresh saffron bun.
melding head with heart walk in through love’s door ~
life’s seen as a dream where we keep no score
Recall that rib-tickling comic named Dick
Boundlessly, he performed many a schtick.
He could trip over his own feet
and dance never missing a beat.
Me? I just fall on my face - Fiddlesticks!
Clumsy oaf that I am, I get in my way;
sometimes when I move, my feet want to stay.
It's an art to stumble then rise.
I blame my shoes which are queen-size,
rub my head and say, "This just ain't my day!"
Dawn is rekindled
with shadow's memory taints
first light touches last—
the clock repeats each moment
time unbroken, circles whole
Insight can break walls
fences splinter; borders fade
voices burn with flame—
yet listening inclusive
re-shapes the field of conflict
What the hour discards
may conceal its tender core
child in bath water—
awareness rescues essence
past reborn in present tense
Memory reborn
old clocks glimmer in dawn's glow,
echoes in their place—
the past is not left behind
unfolded to becoming
Imagine waking—
to an endless horizon
future without bars
renewal becomes the seed
as daybreak remakes the sky
from our awareness, thoughts let us delink ~
do it now oh hermit, before we sink
Dice the ice and break the chain,
Shatter the silence and unmask the pain.
Frozen systems guard the throne,
But truth is fire, it melts the ice that turn stone.
Dice the ice of greed and lies,
Cut through the veil that blinds our eyes.
The people’s voice, a storm untamed,
Shall melt the frost of those unnamed.
Dice the ice of fear and doubt,
Tear the old order inside out.
No tyrant’s rule can last for long,
When masses rise, their will is strong.
Dice the ice for to justice flow,
From frozen rivers as new seeds grow.
The dawn is near, the night shall cease,
A nation freed shall find her peace.
memory joins the dots in time
akin to illusions replayed
within heart resounds bliss beat’s chime
reminding us that we have strayed
I had a bad reaction
To the Covid booster shot,
A pattern that repeats
With every one I ever got.
On top of feeling sick, I had
Some problems with my phone.
My email wasn’t working
And to raving I am prone.
I’ve started feeling better
And my email finally works.
(An Apple agent cleared things up,
Among the iPhone’s perks.)
My day was not the greatest
But it feels wrong to complain.
After all, it’s 9/11
And those memories remain.
Specific Types of Day Poems
Read wonderful day poetry on the following sub-topics:
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