Long Daylight saving Poems
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Autumn’s fall grew large as leaves caressed the barefoot soul’s content
Another summer had given way to lengthened shadows’ fragrant scent
Musky soil gathered a gentle morning sun just enough for safe sorrows
In the forest of mind after relentless heat gave way to life’s tomorrows
He meandered past trees and memories steaming from the waning rays
Collected acorns conkers and mushrooms for the loom of shorter days
Allayed fears that the nearing winter would be his last and final nocturne
Harvested warmth contentment and firewood for amber ember to burn
The fading beams had led him too often into a dawn of false steaming promises
Towards pitfalls of doom and stark bitter cold staring at treacherous abysses
Just then a glimmer of canopy’s lightness teased and granted a solar reprieve
Outshone doubts about changed seasons and tempered his confused disbelief
28th October 2019
Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...
Example for my contest
December 20, 2022
Tonight we’ll lose an hour
But what I would like to know
Is where, exactly, do those minutes
Actually go?
They vanish like a finger snap
Magicians like to use
And just which minutes disappear
We do not get to choose.
At 2 a.m. we move the clocks
And suddenly, it’s 3.
Most people will not feel the loss
For Dreamland’s where they’ll be.
When morning comes, though, you can bet
A million folks will yawn
And all because they’ve lost an hour
Leading up ‘til dawn.
We’re told to change the clocks;
Nobody asked for our consent.
We acquiesce but wish we knew
Just where those minutes went.
The Intergalactic Space Exam Reasoning Through Language Arts (RLA) exam
features an "Extended Response" (essay) requiring you to analyze two
argumentative passages, determine which is better supported, and explain
why, rather than focusing on your personal opinion.
Topics focus on analyzing evidence, arguments
, and logic in professional, non-fictitious texts.
Common ISE Essay Themes & Topics
Range from a pre and post position it ask
to deterine alterive means and ways to find
easier solutions to dipolmatic resolve.
For example when meeting the Species, of Spirulinatains of Tribia
it is custom for Vulcan Human and Romulain to host events
due to the moisture of there breath and conditions that support long cohabitations
between these Species. The aurgument came when a Klingon
spoke in support of funding the creation of algae screen glasses
that create the same condition
The klingons said it could be
a negocating tool when being diplomatic: other saw it as a way of undermining the
specail relationship between Vulcan,Romulains and Human with the Spirulinatains of Tribia.
The prompts often center on argumentative, pro/con, or contemporary societal issues:
Space Corp. Manuscript
Unpublished Edition
Daylight Saving Time: Pros and cons of keeping it in effect .
Currency Reform: Whether the penny should stay in circulation.
Technology & Media: The positive or negative effects of Prompt and situation in Diplomatic Circles.
Hello. My name is Spring and I make an appearance every year.
People have often made comments of me like, 'Spring is in the air'.
For Daylight Saving Time, many will say 'Fall back and Spring forward'.
Well, they can say that, but sometimes I am early and other times late.
Sometimes, Old Man Winter hangs around too long, taking up my 'air space'.
And sometimes, I can't wait to 'Spring forward', attempting to push him aside.
That's right my friend, there is more going on up there than meets the eye.
And when cold clashes with heat, especially in my season, there's always
trouble in the sky. And usually, when there's trouble in the sky, it's not long before there's trouble on the ground. I might show up before I am officially
due or I may come after I'm due. It's another way of saying that I might be in the air but not on the ground in your neck of the woods. I may be in the air, but you do not see, hear, or even feel me. You take this winter of 2019 for example. I don't rightly know what's going on out here, and I don't know how long Mr. Winter is going to last, but things are definitely much different.
Anyway, I want to say that each of us seasons has to show up and do our job, and I'm hoping that, as you might be also, Mr. Winter does not overstay or infringe upon my responsibilities. I have to show up on time to restore life, create beauty, and get things growing again. I can't do that if Mr. Winter wears out his welcome, and it is absolutely unthinkable to try pushing him around because he's much stronger than I. So whereas I might be in the air, I might also be there cold and covered in snow, just waiting my turn.
03052019PoSoupContest, Spring Is In The Air, Emile Pinet
clouds like sheep
grazing in the blue
scatter on the breeze
How marvelous was the first week of March in my state. The temperatures exceeded my hopeful expectations. If the old proverb is true, perhaps this month will go out with a lion’s roar, for I’m pretty sure it came in with the bleat of a lamb! Daylight Saving time also has arrived along with St. Patrick’s Day and the wearing of the green, and Easter and our Mother’s Day will follow. The day I most look forward to, however, is that day which turns my front yard into a bright fiesta. Right around the end of week one or two of April, my ornamental pear and plum trees always undergo their annual transformation.
pear tree’s white petals
pearlescent in the sun . . .
plum tree’s blush
Yes, each April it never fails to amaze me: nature’s orderly sequence of events which so beautifully welcome spring’s warmth. Birds whose nests are so well-hidden in each tree’s branches will decorate my yard with their flashes of color as they soar to the sky and then flit among the leaves of their new-found home. I enjoy catching glimpses of the swallows’ shiny dark wings and the red of the robin and of the occasional cardinal. Even more special are sudden glimpses of bluebirds and hummingbirds that I rarely get to see! These sightings so excite me!
lion or lamb -
spring turns me into
an April fool
March 21, 2021
for the Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest of M. L. Kiser
Now for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Apr 12)' Poetry Contest
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The clock coughs twice—a phlegmy tick~
We wrench its hands with clumsy might.
An hour tumbles, lost from sight.
Like dentures down the kitchen sink.
*“Daylight saving time (DST) is the practice of setting clocks forward by one hour in the spring to extend evening daylight during the warmer months, and then setting them back by one hour in the autumn….In the United States, DST begins on the second Sunday in March and ends on the first Sunday in November…The concept was first suggested by Benjamin Franklin in 1784.,The first widespread implementation occurred during World War I to conserve fuel.” (Source: Wikipedia.com)
March 10, 2019 - Daylight Saving Time Starts
The homey nimble storied wisdom of
Benjamin Franklin still
admired during hour time,
especially noteworthy, for slime
molds, the second Sunday of March,
when theft linkedin with
(Ides say) most innocuous crime
re: stealth of precious sixty minutes, hence
a flash in the pan idea to expound rhyme,
which notional whim came like bolt of lightning,
while daydreaming 'bout (what else...but)
flying a kite during stormy (Daniels) clime.
thus, once again twilight
takes quantum leap
forward hut, our humble keep
sake hour hand of time
grudgingly advances without beep
ping, ewe know who of little lamb fame,
what with barely audible lil bo peep
predicated, asper in taking away thirty six
hundred seconds of sleep
subsequently marking
second Sunday when e'er deep
into Lion of winter month o' March rolls
around with least amount by Dickens
plaintively asking Uriah Heep
to crank up AC/DC dirty
Harry deed done dirt cheap
cuz, this tradition of sorts
supposedly doth reap
economic benefits plus
Circadian rhythm less steep
difference with contrivance
issuing Whatsapp hapt'n when leap
pin lizards such Iam
motioning carillon to alternate between
sepulchral and refulgent chime
creating less discordant
dilly dally dichotomy
reverberates all the way to Siam,
while aye blithely tapped out here
yours truly 'ere at his Schwenksville heim
taking poetic life (in hour hand)
liberty at pursuit this prime
mate takes to hash feeble
verse to eke out a dime
probably more realistic for me
to ply blimey hands with grime,
now suddenly bedeviled what to do
soundlessly communicating woe
whiz mere (mein kampf),
sans displaying mime
as a last ditch effort before time
to call quits with this futile rhyme.
It's been raining so long
I can't remember
Where summer went
And if it was well spent
The clocks are about to be put back
For daylight saving
And the leaves dropping to the paving
Are a sign of decline
Like the hour's of day
But come what may
The rain won't stop
Despite the winter malaise
In Matt canvassed greys
That make me wish
I could hibernate till spring
Because the cold stings
Each more than the last
As I am resigned to next year
More of the same
When i am 1 year older
And worn-out grumpier
In my Christmas jumper
Stuck wet to my heart
1 year but still not gone
It can't rain all the time
But in my day's of life
It's the only thing consistent
Persistent to the point
Thought I am changing
And getting older
I walk under an umbrella
Walking on with hope in my heart
That droughts and sun burnt famine deserts
Dream of me
My simple woes of sorrow
Different peoples infest.
Aimless swoops pluck.
Yellow swoops prowl.
Local societies loll.
Industrialized societies sally forth.
Grand impieties affront.
Horrid impieties affront don't wanna get up NOW!.
Terrestrial planets star earths closer to the sun.
Societies loiter wasting away at night.
All souls devour must get up earlier.
Violent westerner's gobble days just begun.
Industrialized societies squall.
Numerous barbarisms hound.
Gentle souls hunt as the sun comes up early.
Tangled sunbeams lair.
Individual thunderstorms spume.
Many souls sic.
Earlier impieties affront more time to play outside.
3/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©