Short Fridays Poems

Some days are Mondays
But most of them were Fridays-
And then Saturday
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Clock-watching Fridays,
Bring sweet sanity to souls,
Weary of the rat race.
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Said hello on Monday
Married you on Tuesday
Said goodbye on Wednesday
Thursday there was blood
Friday’s child 
No more drama...

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On Fridays, we go to the pub
Like spokes of a wheel to an hub
A whiskey or two
May turn the air blue
So we drink pale ale by the tub...

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Mercedes greets Fridays with glee—
With girlfriends she drinks up a spree.
Boasts a dude in one bar,
“Though her name’s a fine car,
She’s merely a pickup to me.”...

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Listen to poem:

fridays were exciting
~
breaking
workweek from weekend
~
however
now retired
don't miss adventure
mostly crave quietude



posted on May 29, 2020...

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Unlucky for some
The day of my birth
Fridays of thirteenth find horror
Yet happiness surrounds me
Thirty-six years have come before
In a year where hindsight's truth
Bring longing for time restored....

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I am constantly stressed
So I see my shrink

My psychiatrist, too, of course
And, oh yeah, this group –

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
A “Life Skills” group

Supposedly,
They teach me life skills...

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Today's Friday, no idea how awesome it could be
Ahhh now I know, it's as awesome as Friday of last week
That day was quite special
In self-amazement, I did revel
Put ice cream on my toast and coffee on my fried eggs...

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When we were first married we had casserole surprise on Fridays.
This was the day I combined all the left overs.
Sometimes it was tasty.
Other times not so great.
I figured if you added egg and made it into a loaf, it would be okay.
I figured wrong....

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rosy redbird skies
wednesday wind tosses tulips
plump pink peonies

days greener than green
wren visits my windowsill
magnolia scents

springtime's come again
with the snapdragon fridays
memorable hues

scarlet saturday
the red roses in full bloom
peach sunshine falling...

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The Sabbath comes in so soon
  Unlike lazy Fridays in June
A light lunch, say grace, turn around
  The sun on it's way out of town

A long night is a gift for sleeping  
  Sabbath rest, all of us keeping
But once again, short is the day
  Synagogue, meal and snooze ~
           ~ Goodbye, Saturday...

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Yes, everything here changes.
Again the wheel is turning
wresting with iron fingers
out of my heart steaming blood.
But You, I will not sell You
for thirty silver coins.
The dead ones do not change
neither do the not born,
the newly risen don’t – do not change!
May the changing ones eat
the dust of days, in order to survive.
After Fridays Good,
I know,
The Sundays rise!...

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Every Friday he would arrive 
but never would he be on time.
A little girl’s hopes built up high
while she sat there waiting for that ride.
Eventually he would show
 but by then she did not want to go.
They would sit and argue until someone gave in.
Never did she win.
Pulling away from her home
knowing deep down the judge would say no,
that on Fridays she did not have to go. ...

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I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.

Now I live in repeated patterns,
I’m a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.

Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I’m more prepared than a marine,
I’ll be out the door like a cartoon coyote,
the second I’m shot with vaccine....

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I just want to wrap my coat around you when it’s cold and open the door for you when we go out on Fridays

Buy you roses and make you smile on Saturday

Let’s dance while they stare on Thursday

And lay down in the middle of the street with the traffic glare for Monday

Let’s make love unique and give our love words to speak every Wednesday

p.s. our days and nights speaking when we are ninety “do you remember me..?”...

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Oh, please just don’t fight!
I know you don’t love each other;
It’s me, who to decide
With whom I’ll be with; or 
Where to go for seven days;
Three days for you, daddy!
Three days for you, mommy!
Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays or TThS;
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays or MWF; 
Which one of this two you prefer, you decide? 
I have a God and Sunday is for him;
Thou, it’s just one day, yet 
I feel much of his love....

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Oh I am a little metaphor
I love to play a word,
today I am a fortress on 
Tuesday I’m a bird	

On Wednesday I’m a simile
cos I’m like a train, storming
into history,to  play this wordy game

On Thursday’s I push the boat out,
ploughing through the waves, then
Fridays I’m like a scimitar, slicing 
through the raves

And if you catch me weekend,  I 
won’t hold a grudge, just take me
as you find me,  wink, wink,
nudge, nudge, nudge....

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Fridays in the Spring


Fridays in the Spring
Linger longer than a season
Connecting reasons for the afternoon
To stay a little more
Almost standing still 
Till I decide to raise the veil

It never was this slow before
Always hurrying from the rain
Always worrying with the coming of the day
Hurrying for the refuge of the night
Blending with the darkness

Stay with this day a little longer
Trade the heavens for the seas
Stay with this day a little more...

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I'm sitting on a terrace 
And I'm looking at the lake,
So far from views I mostly see
It seems like a mistake.

This afternoon's a wedding, 
Which is why we made the trip,
And I am glad to be here
Giving my routines the slip.

Of course I miss the grandkids,
For our Fridays make me smile,
But opportunities like this
Come once in a great while.

So I'll savor my relaxing
And the vista in my gaze,
Soaking up the peace and quiet 
On this loveliest of days....

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The dollhouse was a gift from us
For Chanukah, one year.
Our grandkids played a lot with it
And that’s why it’s still here.

On Fridays, when we babysit
(Though mostly they’re in school)
I do a bit of straightening,
But just in minuscule.

For I like when the dollhouse
Has its furniture all neat
And every little figure’s
In a bed, a crib or seat.

I rarely find it that way
And the dolls might be misplaced
But I make it look the way
My childhood self would have embraced....

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