Short Day In Poems
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The Endymion to my Selene, as he was always so endearing.
Even to this day, in my world of dreams, he is still haunting.
It was a sad day in May
When you went away
Sadder in June
When you came home too soon.
To find April
In the shower.
this was a gas
frist day in class
those who pass
wink
and i blink
am not kink
we had a blend
my
NEW SCHOOL FRIENDS
One day in summer
We were eating a jackfruit
Suddenly some flies
Smelling odor from somewhere
Came as the unwanted guests.
Place of sorrow with happiness
Song of music with the noise
Dream of targets and the goals
Time for bodies with the minds
Making the most of
A summer day in the park
Frolicking couples
And then there's a lone poet
Taking his thoughts for a walk
to day i we ball play
we made a started to the park
stay there until after dark
its way a swinging i will say
DAY IN THE PARK
zigzagging zombie zealously zeroed in on Zeke Zeller’s zinging zither
a zippy zenith to Zaria’s zesty zaniest day in Zanzibar.
Red sun wake up from night's bed
Wash and lit up his bright head
When will he gets an off day?
Day in, day out he works dead.
A day in the life of a flea
Is just one too many for me
So please swap your cur
For something sans fur
To avoid a catastrophe!
A day in third month, year to lock in heart:
Twenty-seventh, a start...
To share, live, never depart
Love is such an awesome art.
blue stood in the quiet like a shard of clarity,
thin as breath on glass,
catching the day in its single, lucid edge
Propelled by snorkel and scuba
That dreamy swim to Aruba
But the trip was long
Why? A heading quite wrong
Ended here...welcome to Cuba
Lady cat kicks off fishless day in the face
Miserable Mr. Cat approaches to the roof cornice
Will rest in peace
The Queen of Day in cool array
Dances her gay dewdrop ballet
Her morning rays light up the skies
She lifts the Lord of Night’s disguise.
It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just another grey day to endure
We are being treated to pot noodle
So Oliver won’t be asking for more
Form:
A snowy day in March
And through the grey silenced day
the whispers of birds
Forlorn in the eyes of man
Fantasy of a progressing spring
R elaxing
a nother day of not getting the yard mowed
i nviting unwanted critters in my already soaked garden
n ever a dry day in washington
His prayer is simple and unchanging…
each night a silent grace…
“All I ask,” he pleads with folded hands…
”is one more day in her embrace.”
Warm
Fall day
clear and blue.
Sweet November-
with her gentle winds.
The air a scent
of gold leaves
that once,
flew !
A brilliant day in Paradise
The grass yet richest shade of green
The leaves now piled on top, between
Two trees ~ Fallen colors still entice
It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just another grey day to endure
We have been promised nouvelle cuisine
So Oliver will be asking for more
Form:
cold as arctic wind
warm as a day in spring
bitter as a winters storm
gentle as a lovers touch
as sad as a tear
this is my heart i fear
Dear
John,
Wisdom
encompassed
your humble nature
Dreams and visions proved immortal
Songs of imagined peace play in fields of strawberries
Worry will not change
What happens this day in life
Good acts make good change
So not to worry
Enjoy this day in your life
And not to hurry