Short Heyday Poems

joy
blatant
happiness
extreme self care
a loving feeling
absolute bliss
exciting
heyday
joy...

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In the kitchen, she is spring.
In sleep, she is deep winter,
In best mood she is autumn.
Hey, a spouse with no summer!
She puzzles me daily; no heyday...

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with charming cool elegance
blooms dazzle near falling leaves
pansies dahlias and mums
add to the color

cosmos and lilies blush bliss
sage and sedum, autumn fire
shine in the heyday of chill
as hued leaves go down...

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On a road trip to Des Moines he bought a sidecar with wheels.
Filled it with cheese and peanut butter, mice favorite meals.
The mice had a heyday, jumping aboard, eating their fill, having fun.
Too fat to run off, they sat there, while he ate gobbled them up one by one....

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Love was available yesterday
Oh how I long for archway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Love

Seemingly a little more risque'
Was love, long for past spillway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Dove

When young love we longingly replay
My one only devotee
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Trove...

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Salvador Dali’s work makes me smile, sometimes laugh even.
It uplifts me, makes me feel happy, brings joy.
He was more daring at his heyday than any artist ever.
His risk taking ability has opened up the realm of possibility for others.
He was the Lewis Carroll/Edgar Allen Poe of artists if you ask me....

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In my heyday I was a star
Well-known in my country and afar
I was mobbed by reporters while in a car
I laughed at their antics. Hardy har har.

In my heyday I always made the news.
I played jazz, pop and the insane blues.
Used a fine piano with solid rainbow hues.
Hilarious to think of, thanks to my muse....

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A cuttlefish swallowed my house the other day.
He ejected his inky black fluid and we could not get away.
The local newspaper came out and had a heyday.
Interviewing and photographing the monster that you may all say…
Was doing what comes natural in a regular cuttlefish way. 
Rather bleak ending to a regular Wednesday....

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There was a manager, at a store near me curious in his heyday, he wore the colors of Joseph, and his multi colored tie. He didn’t have to scramble soul, to deliver my apple pies. He was there for the apple of my eye, moving like a blur to and fro. Couldn’t give him a pat on the back, so sent a letter by snail mail, to his CEO....

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She was a lady in waiting back in the day, merry and gay.
The dressed her in fashionable robes in her heyday.
She is a magnet for butterflies, faeries, dragonflies and moths.
They love her exotic dresses made of silk and rayon cloths.
Butterflies surround her, and faeries prance past her too.
We love her warm colors of pink, lemon, peach, lavender and blue....

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clip arts veil the sky
on sun’s trajectory slide
a welcoming sight

summer month’s debut
while flowers’ heyday aglow
red sky flecks from blue

clouds in flare stance
grand aura of blissful month
October sky's prom




©2012Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved



Aug. 25, 2015   10.30pm


Second Place
Contest: October Sky (three headed haiku)
Judged: 8/30/2015
Sponsor: Poetess Skat...

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For fifty years I went to work
    Minimum wage; was I a jerk
  I'd slave away every day
    Bus ride home, eat, hit the hay

  Now a new life has opened up for me 
    Doing something I can hardly believe
  Waking up, I go outside; gaze at the grass, sky and trees
    Thus fortified, I head back in and write poetry

  It'll never pay the bills, but there are no bills to pay
    Only one complaint ~ I keep on hitting the hay...

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Even the Angels wept




As I walked amidst stars 
to find my glitter fade into their twinkle,
With my dears I was at war
loneliness reflected in my wrinkles,
Few smiles in darkness if life could sprinkle ..

Heyday of life and many promises unkept,
To knocks of heaven, even the Angels wept.




Written May 5th, 2016
For contest by John lawless

Awarded N/A

Now entered for "Second chance may 16" poetry contest by Eve...

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