Long Saturday Poems
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The gates open as a large crowd starts rushing in
A day of pomp and pageantry is about to begin
It is the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs home of the Kentucky Derby
Top 3-year-olds from around the world circle the track in a frenzied hurry
The jockeys with their colorful outfits mount their horses
In just a few moments they will chart their course
The crowd is a sea of black and white colors with ladies wearing exquisite hats
Mint Juleps flow freely amongst the crowd as the patrons raise their glasses
A tribute to horses and jockeys 160 thousands people join in to sing My Old Kentucky Home
In a few minutes, the race will be run and the winner will be known
The horses are released from the starting gate the wait is over the race has begun
In the end, the horse I bet on comes out on top making the race that much more fun
It's Friday, yay! The final weekday of my academic immurement.
On Friday nights we go out - we’re up late - so late that it’s early,
but it’s ok, we’re young and dumb.
But if you think you’ll find me sleeping in on a Saturday morning - you’d be wrong.
On the weekends, the richest part of Paris mornings involve neighborhood street-life - which are invitations to sensory abundance - and it all happens before lunchtime.
The sensorial joys of the “sun-south” flower market stalls, overflowing with fresh lavender, peonies and powdery-sweet Violet blooms - tulips from Holland and roses from Kenya - that cool the air with fresh fragrances compete and mingle with savory baking aromas from local boulangeries (bakeries).
The dueling scents define mornings in the Marais (ivy-clad streets) or along the Seine.
Hit the snooze button and you can miss it (and trust me, napping later can be fun).
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
under the milky way by the church
(after Giosue Carducci)
Yes, even youth seems new, this shiny day
of joy. It's April, clean and green and clear!
The bells are clanging, merrily, all the way
to far-off hills, proclaiming Easter's here.
Their echoes throng the vale, and seem to say,
"We've seen off dark and fog for one more year!"
The night is put to flight by smiling day -
Farewell to stew and broth - bring wine and beer!
We owe all this to our Unconquered Sun.
He's flooding back with warmth and life and light.
He promised us that He would win the fight
and, even when it seemed that Dark had won,
and He was at His weakest, spat on, shunned,
we never doubted Him. And weren't we right?
What is greater than a week full of uplifting joy, but also sadden by heartbreaking news.
On Monday, March eleventh, my grandson’s wife after twenty-six hours of labor had a beautiful baby boy. On the other side of the country on Wednesday, a few minutes after midnight, my granddaughter had a handsome baby boy.
Amazing. Two great-grandchildren in one week the ultimate greatest news a great grandma could have. I couldn’t be there for the delivery but was spiritually. Photos were taken capturing every moment of their birth. I am the proudest great grandma. Twelve hours after my second great-grandson was born, I was called with bad news, my sister ten years younger than me had passed away peacefully in her sleep. On Saturday, three days later loud thunderstorms then at three-a.m. nature decided to send hail the size of golf-balls causing damage. What else is in store for my life.
perfect buds unfurl
slowly ages withers dies
celebrate rebirth
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
Saturday was shopping then a walk
Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
2024.05.18
One year ago, on a Saturday @ 20:10:00, I wrote
"Now, I just remember something to ask you.
If I lost my memory and/or
Was not able to read English any more,
Would you be kind enough to read my life story back to me?
Nay, maybe not, by then
You would have a lovely family
To enjoy and look after.
May I wish you all the best in your life, a happy, healthy and worry free kind of life surrounded by your loved ones."
On the next meeting, you promised by saying: "Of course. I will".
Well, BB, you did not put it in writing,
I honestly believe you were sincere.
I did not know why you said you agreed with it,
When you did not have to.
That was your very first promise
You made to break and hurt me.
That was exactly what had happened.
Everything had gone with the wind,
Every promise you made disappeared in a blink,
Why, BB why? What did I do wrong?
What had happened between us?
Why you could not tell me
What led to our friendship falling apart.
I never expect any thing from you
Except being a good friend.
You hated the governments,
I understood and respected that.
Any way, I sincerely wish you ,
A good health, a happy family
A comfortable life without relying on government funding.
Yeah, go to the under developed country,
Pick a simple but beautiful appearance woman,
With low maintenance, can bear your children,
No Covid-19 vaccination, share your life long passion.
For sure, one day not very far away,
I will forget how to speak and write English,
But you will not be around to help me,
Let along to know about it.
This was not due to geographically distance,
But rather personal preference.
Our friendship was regretedly finished.
Nothing last for ever,
Including my feelings for you.
Saturday Dawn
Yesterday was a holiday, I want my
readers to know.
First time off in 11 months from PS.
I tell you, typing with one finger is slow.
It still is an accomplishment with 900
poems almost..
But doing this is worse, than a job, 9
hours a day!
Please...call the Holy Ghost.!
I love the true, blue friends I have
here.
And a genuine thank you to all who
have Soupmailed me.
I don't want nor have a parade nor
brass band following me.
Just a few cherished and true hearts
that make me smile.
Encouraging folks all, who have kept
me believing in myself each poetry mile.
Life is more than just poetry!
It requires love and honest to
goodness humanity.
We can all the prizes gain and a cadre
of followers have.
Or be number one on all the charts.
With replies so short and insincere,
they feel like darts.
But when in the madness of getting to
the top of the Community Chart,
It matters not, the human heart??
I say it does, we in a sense create the
world we live in.
Each playing a small, significant part.
So please don't let poems go unnoticed.
Do love each poet and not abuse them.
With premade replies, it just deludes
them!
11/9/2019
~Panagiota~
Good morning, folks...John Doe here
Live- from Channel WXYZ-TV
Bringing you today and tomorrow's weather forecast...
And how the weekend's weather just might be
Saturday morning starts off very nice
Sunny and warm with the high around thirty-one
Mixed with some rain and a possible chance of snow
A good day to go out and have some fun
More sunshine in the early afternoon
With thickening clouds heading our way
A beautiful day for a picnic party, possibly
Or...a boat ride on the bay
The sun returns by mid to late evening...
With a chance of a severe thunderstorm
A wintry mix of sleet and hail- maybe, possibly
Right on key with today's norm
Tomorrow's forecast looks a little better
With a fifty percent chance of weather...
And the low around thirty-one
You just might see a floating feather
Hoping you all have a safe, warm, cool weekend
Enjoy your picnics, or boat rides on the sea
John Doe, here...
Live- from channel WXYZ-TV
'You're A Weather Forecaster' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
3/16/2022
It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangely super competitive.
My phone went “dunk!” A happy ‘Water jug’ sound messages make when they're from one of my favorites. The message was from Charles. He was at the front gate with a package that came to the house where Charles and Mrs. Charles live (about 600 yards from the dorm). He passed me the package through the bars at the main gate, “Thanks,” I said, “ga-night,” and he was gone.
Back in my room, I ripped the box open like Christmas morning. The word game could wait - this package was from Paris. The light beige, Jacquemus, ‘Les Ballerines mary-jane pumps’ I’d ordered (forever ago) had arrived and they fit like soft leather gloves.
“Ooo! Glampse!” Lisa pronounced.
“Aren’t they?” I agreed, swiveling my hooves to show them off in the full length mirror.
When I rejoined the Upwards game, talk had shifted to tomorrow's Superbowl.
“I read yesterday that Taylor’s on her way (to the Superbowl)!” Leong declared.
“I like that she likes the NFL now,” I said.
“A lot of people hate her for it,” Anna countered.
“She was on camera twice, for 11 seconds total, in a 3-1/2 hour long game. If that upsets you, you’re bringing a lot of your own baggage to the plot.” I updogged.
Leong wants to order vegan “wings” for the SuperBowl.
“What, exactly, are those?” I asked, apprehensively.
“You’re the girl who talked me into trying buffalo-frog-legs in Paris? Ney?” Leong enquired, sarcastically.
“Yeah,” I admitted, guiltily, “but they were delicious,” I said in self defense.
I’m picking the Chiefs 30-20 over the niners.
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glampse = glamorous
The Holiday of the Pentecost
the 50th day after the Passover
is known in Hebrew by several names
First, Shavuous, the Festival of Weeks
Seven weeks are counted between
Passover and the Pentecost
Shavuous also means ‘Oaths.’ On Shavuous
Heaven and Earth came together in vows
God betrothed Himself to Israel eternally
Israel betrothed herself eternally to God
The Holiday is also called Zman Matan Torah
The Season of the Giving of the Torah
On this day God gave the Torah to Israel
on Mount Sinai, amidst supernatural fanfare
It is also the Festival of First Fruits, ‘Chag Ha-Bikkurim’
An offering of wheat is brought to the High Priest
symbolized by two loaves of bread – in contrast
to the barley offering on the second day of Passover
Finally, it is ‘Atzeres,’ The Conclusion or End of Passover
May we all dedicate our earthly selves to higher heavenly
purposes on the day when Heaven and Earth were united
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In Israel, Shavuous starts Saturday, 45 minutes after sun-
down and ends Sunday, also 45 minutes after sundown. In
the rest of the world it is a two-day holiday, starting at the
same time as in Israel, but ending on Monday evening, 45
minutes after sundown.