Short After Hours Poems
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my favorite time
just sitting and watching you
prepare for your day
a routine that's never old
outfit on , unwrapped for night
In the darkness
it came,
no more searching in the light
Nothing burning
to distract
—shadows of delight
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
And, so, with the dawn
of a new night, we met
for song and dancing.
Stars are made for wishing...
while suns are dear sources
of life.
a point
to ponder
the worst
students
go to school
only
after hours ...
Indigo peekaboo flowers
Thriving after April showers
Showing me your calming powers
Relaxing finally after hours
Loving you so much my dainty flowers
after the show or play
come this way
there's places
you can meet a new faces
where they hump
and bump
all thur mdnight hours
you get a funky
lover showers
LETS PARTY AFTER HOURS
Form:
Built to ease bottled up restlessness,
a reprieve from overheating.
Left frustrated by fleeting,
all of the after hours
are fading so fast.
The bittersweet
summer wind
will not
stay.
These are the busy
hours of hubbub operation
but they do not interest me
I am interested
in the after hours quiet
What it is to be a crow's
nest, overlooking a town,
in perfect silence.
The rain poured from the sky, leaving puddles to rising rivers
After hours of tapping on roof tops, the sun began to shine
As a colorful rainbow emerged, building a bridge to dreams
Heidi Sands
2/9/21
Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours, he finally found just a trace
Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours and hours he found just a trace
Touch and Clutch Much
There are those men who like to touch;
Happy when women are in their clutch;
Definitely endowed,
And very proud,
And are always enjoying it very much.
Jim Horn
Congressional after hours activities.
After hours, Maud, ginger cat,
Goes through O in fence:
No nonsense.
Goes to roundabout,
And sits there on still car.
Becomes calm...
Tail around,
She does not study her environment.
She is like a totem as she waits for silver dawn.
3/20/2015
We call our teacher Biopimp,
He comes in after hours.
He walks with a ghetto limp,
And hes like Austin Powers.
We know about his secret life,
The way he turns the tables.
He pimps it out without a wife,
I think he knows Scott Savol.
Dedicated to Bill Lastowski
Form:
party's over
when you're sober
can't walk home to-night
keep on stumbling
stomach's rumbling
better stop to get a bite
but what can i say
i wish you'd stay
and cry on this shoulder to-night
but we were young and
restless wanderers and
couldn't be out in the light
Form:
My job hours are
Nine to five with
No over-time so
Why are you calling me
After hours and invading
My personal time just
Because there’s a problem
You as a boss should be
Qualified to handle
I’m not getting paid for this
So why are you disrupting
My personal time and space
It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
Written on 10/30/2021
For: BITE SIZE POEM no25 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
a shanzi
Having a job
does help pay the bills
after hours, writing
brings great release
from stress and strain
of business woes
and parent pressure.
My poetry
gives vital structure
to inspiration's
transient brain.
Rhyme and meter
like lightning rods
stabilize my dreams.
June 24, 2012
Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
Deep in the night
I lay awake, alone-
Thinking of your touch as light-
Tempted to pick up my phone
Craving you by my side
To keep me warm;
Wrapped in your hide:
Sheltered during the storm
Your hands are cold
But lips are hot against mine;
Chin hair on my cheeks that you hold,
While cracking smiles and laughs sounding fine
The unit came in boxes.
Assembly was required;
And after hours and hours of work,
I’m more than slightly tired.
The day was filled with tension,
Our voices raised, of course;
And couples not as solid
Might be headed for divorce.
The TV stand is finished.
I’m so proud that I could burst;
But next time screws and tools are needed,
Someone shoot me first!
Tired, after hours
of too much poetry.
Now back to cold,
harsh reality.
You so wish to live in
modes, planetary.
But there is wash to do,
and things delightfully,
blessedly ordinary.
4/25/2021
untouched by regret
after hours of heavy rain -
earth awakes again
listen robins sing
promise of another spring -
gazing peacefully
I water the garden flowers
In the early morning glare
They bloom brighter after hours
Later, in the fresher air
In the coolness of the evening
Flowers smell more vividly
Their scent reminds of feeling
That you are here, close to me
We’re just sitting biding time
Till it gets too cold to sit
Faces blur, and shades entwine
There’s no ground beneath our feet..
When I was much younger than you,
my army was green.
Those little men could be wounded,
dog teeth could maim them, eat them -
only after hours of canine gastric warfare
could they be rescued.
Once they charged to take a beach.
The tide rushed in,
most could only swim in a bath tub.
Most were swept away.
It was a military disaster.
Dog chewed-up the rest of em.