Short Calendars Poems

icicles hang,
calendars turn, 
winter clings…

as do we all....

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The attachments to clocks and calendars,
Detached men from the nature's wonders!...

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love affairs only memory
     finished calendars history
      extinct flashes of glory...

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From silt of dead calendars,
I dug out carcass of my first kiss.
Lugging it, I'm on my last mile....

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Life
lives on balance
between hope and
the despair...
Between love
and the disappointment ...
Life lives constantly
trampoline of each of us ...
Time is constant too
to mark facts and to scratch
calendars ......

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Calendars 
Like bank lenders 
Lending date products 
Per head all in spread
Again and again
Since birth to death 
Say life time 
Once in a year 
Quarter day in success 
In Four years a day in excess 
Lending date products 
Calendars...

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Things That Seem Possible 
David J Walker

The heavy silence of the night 
Swallows starlight 
	Follows low flight
Glowing slow 
As calendars come and go
And day dawns quickly flow
Into small streams 
	And fevered dreams 
Of things that seem 
Possible...

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Write a goofy love letter,
and stick it on my forehead,
like a Post-it note.

I won't tell my brain,
what to think anymore.
Social calendars
can be cancelled,
by one stroke of luck,

and the best part is,
you can
throw the thing away,
any day - you want to.
...

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Calendars lie
I know they do
Never could I be
As old as they say
All the years past
They must be lies
I don’t remember them
They can’t be true
Pages must be turning
In the middle of the night
Years slipped in
When I turn out the light
Adding up slowly
To a big lie
That must be it
It is all a plot
I can’t be this old...

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A legacy fornicated with our horizon

An abstract painting of foreign tales

Many daring eyes attempt interpretation

Not long did their knees last before

eyebrows rose with a streak of mystery

caught within the silhouette of vanity

calendars of regret; vessels of blight

By Glenn McCrary

© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)...

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You Do the Math
David J Walker

Such is the cost of
Granting another day 
Travel another step away 
Down A longer path

You do the Math 
Scribbled and quibbled 
On every empty calendars graph 

Adding it up 
unable to take away 
Any day you have passed 
Any past with unresolved wrath 
You do the math

	Day by
Day
	By day...

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Yards have lost their Santas.
			Yuletide glow is fading.
			You change calendars and
			yield two thousand sixteen.
			Young ones hear repeats of
			yarns their elders tell, till—
			YAWN! Happy New Year, all! 



written for, and entered in, Andrea Dietrich's Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Pleiades Contest on December 20, 2016...

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My mood is hopeful every time 
old calendars defer to new. 
Post-Christmas doldrums start to fade. 
It's time to bid the old adieu. 

God’s blessed us with another year.
New opportunities are here!


January 4, 2023
Bite Size Poem no. 58 contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier


January 6, 2023
entered in Brian Strand's Poetry Contest 1167...

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Sunday always struck me as
The ending of the week,
The final chance for chores
Or the relaxing you might seek.

But calendars put Sunday first
As if it's at the start,
Which also means the weekend
Somehow splits itself apart.

Depending on your point of view
Perception surely bends,
So Sunday is the day the week
Begins or, maybe, ends....

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How’d September slip away,
So sneaky and so fast?
It doesn’t seem, since summer’s end,
Sufficient time has passed.

October’s waiting in the wings,
So calendars must flip
And into autumn’s palette,
Mother Nature’s brush must dip.

I look back at September, though
And all the days are blurry,
For as I age, I notice more
That time is in a hurry....

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Today I bought my calendars
And boxes full of cards
To send next year conveying
My best holiday regards.

For after Christmas, things like these
Are sold at half the price,
A little gimmick stores employ
To clear their merchandise.

It’s become, to me, tradition
For as long as I remember,
I’ve bought calendars and cards
The 26th day of December....

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Each year they send me calendars
To garner a donation,
No matter if in years gone by
I met that obligation.

I must have half a dozen now
With varied scenes depicted;
But though they’re nice, those knowing me
Could surely have predicted

Not one of those would grace my walls
‘Cause even though they’re free,
The only calendar I want
Is one picked out by me!...

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I save old calendars,
Hey, you never know,
Time might slip backwards,
So where else could you go?
For planning, etc.,
You'd have to call me,
And I'd make good money,
From my calendar fee

I don't save old bandaids,
Milk cartons or beer cans,
That would be silly,
Like saving old pots and pans

So keep me in mind,
If backwards we go,
Cause I'll be the one,
You'll have to know!!...

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let's call it unnecessary
these days that seem
a curse of calendars
I think they do that from time to time
they pick any stupid thursday
throw things at your face
make you hell at work
make some pain come out of nowhere
I already gave up trying to understand
why do things like that happen
I just throw myself on the bed
and let the curse lose it's force
it's better to rest
Friday can be worse......

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It is revered in the East,
while feared in the West.

It is asleep during noon,
and wide awake under the moon.

Sometimes it is carried on people's skins,
where it stays still as part of yins.

.....it is also part of yang,
giving hope to the young.

Eastern astrologers mark it in calendars,
from the lands filled with cedars.

Whether in the present or future,
it will always be a mystical creature....

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FESTIVE IRISH DINNER

Clock on the wall tic tock tic tock
Artist took chisel to with hammer on rock
Read calendars daily stuck on future shock
To much sodium in my beef stock
Having potatoes, cabbage and roast beef
Ahh! lucky me what a dinner
Broken clock,  busted rocks,  still in shock
Stop looking at your watch
Come here sit down join me for Irish dinner


3/16/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©...

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Captives of the Calendar
David J Walker

And so goes your calendar
January nearly gone
With another new dawn
Approaching 
Just beyond the encroaching 
Morning sun

To me, this today is forever
never new and
The night will never grow older as
The passing of the suns and moons
The equinox grows colder

This today will never be done
Freeing the captives of the calendars 
From the obligation 
Of artificial precision...

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Calendars and note cards,
Labels by the score,
Memo pads and bookmarks,
Wrapping paper, sometimes more.

Every single charity
Reaches out to see
If any of their offers
Unlocks generosity.

For some I get the checkbook
(Yes, old-fashioned, but it works)
And send in a donation
To offset those little perks.

But after I am dead and gone,
My family, bereft,
Will be shocked at just how many
Address labels I have left.
...

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The day after Christmas 
Each year, without fail,
I hunt down my calendars 
Since they're on sale.

I head to the bookstore 
And search through the racks 
For the wall-hanging ones
Then I look through the stacks

Of the page-a-day versions;
I purchase both kinds
And I won't leave until
I'm content with my finds.

Could I buy them before 
And the sales disregard?
Well, the answer's "Of course!"
But old habits die hard....

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Loneliness is having to buy
your own calendars and coffee mugs
and talking to a TV talk host
over ice cream and a paper plate.

Loneliness is a heart that roller coasters
through a humdrum day
finding comfort and solace
in the endless umbilical of a twilight road.

Loneliness is an airmail birthday
and a store window Christmas
punctuated by a relentless search
of tabletops and doors.

for the friendly message
that never comes....

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