Saturdays Poems - Poems about Saturdays

There’s a farmers market near campus. A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer. They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious. ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!” and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later. Let’s wax poetic, shall...

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old spaghetti westerns and john wayne flics what better way to spend saturday afternoons weekly shoot 'em ups where at the end comboys and their horses ride toward a dusty sunset AP: 3rd place 2025 Posted on April 10, 2025...

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Her childhood stories bring tears to the eye They’re of her overcoming difficulties In an abusive family life The subjects in racist societies Molestation and racism are two reasons why Traumatization had caused her to be MUTE They ban books for the harsh reality they deny ...

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Last Saturday we were in France; To go abroad, we took a chance. We got to sightsee, dine and dance And stroll through charming streets. We had some laughs and made some friends, Which oft are travel’s dividends As from real life, a trip transcends With unexpected treats. This Saturday I’m stuck at home With Covid, not about to roam But able, still, to write...

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I’m bloom to consume more than a few words on this paper to presume/ I pick to pitter patter playing on a plum/ Planning a ploy on a punk as I’m plotting a plan for the plot/ In a tight spot or not my light will burn hot/ I spite a slight stop as I o jot and stay...

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I remember those Saturdays in the park We picnicked and played the live-long day, As I recall, nothing seemed ominous or stark I remember those Saturdays in the park, Softball, horseshoes, badminton ‘til dark Seems life was filled up with fun and play I remember those Saturdays in the park, We picnicked and played the live-long day. Written April 2,...

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Just relaxing, safe and sound. ...

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On a Michigan farmer Saturday in August, anticipating tomorrow's evangelical Sabbath, When late summer vacations invoked sanctified house cleanings more unusually light, Heading outside after lunch into this spectacularly breezy blue billowing discontinuously cumulus cloudy in-between radiant sky blue infinite wonder Into this awesomely long leisurely afternoon becoming one of those special kids sent out to rediscover solitary play while Mom clears HER kitchen to fill grateful mouths and noses with impossible...

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In the morning we were fresh and alert. Taking an art class every Saturday So we could go up on the teacher’s pay scale. There were three of us. Marty, Katy and me. We found a restaurant that we adored – the Pier. Their food was amazing, and they would bring a pitcher of margaritas. The pitcher was only eight dollars,...

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saturdays hockey night in canada ~ phone best stay silent ...

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Funerals on Saturdays In a hall or a tent a priest or pastor is sent to lead and the sacred book to read for a homily to comfort a greiving family for its beloved is late friends to this may relate carried are heavy coffins as we eat muffins whilst runs a sad-tear because of fear as we mourn the death of a one once born listen to the crowd singing...

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Saturdays Smell Funerals Weddings are scarce Funeral are all over Coffins are famous Countless deaths Our friends die Our loved ones depart One by one like flies On Saturdays are buried We remain lonely Tears have become friendly Smiling is rare Only mourning Lamenting experience Happiness is drought Our hearts have become a desert Because of funerals Saturdays' sad occassions. Drencho POET Loads...

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I think in curls that bounce in the near-Spring sunlight and brown eyes that burn with a wisdom expanding years unknown to me. Brave face. Shrug it off. This flush of red sells me out When lips meet flesh and soft words meet eardrums. My knees no longer exist. My mind no longer exists. I'll hold on to this obsession til the sun...

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There won’t be mail on Saturdays; The P.O.’s cutting back. Surprisingly, the news was met With very little flack. For fewer things come in the mail; Most pay their bills online, Although the mailmen still deliver Whether rain or shine. A very distant memory Within my mind holds sway, Of postal workers showing up Two times in just one day. Perhaps I just imagined that But it’s not...

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On Saturday they say heaven feels closer penetrating cigarette smoke a poser forgets that the choke is universal mercurial and shivering as the buzzard circles a carcass deserted but tolerated by those determined and quivering but the faithless push past the putrid and dwell on what’s heartless they transform the scene and taint the evidence in between they chum up the killers fisher’s of recompense and kings of the wondering as souls puncture the cigarette smoke to attack the clanging...

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