My favorite time of Day
My favorite time
Of day
Is sunset
Cocktail hour
When I drink wine
Occasionally rum
Or whiskey
With my wife
egg white pedals
and
mustard yellow eyes
following
the
light of the sun
where
the
lilies of the field
tippytoe
one by one
to
serve
the
will of God
in
the
golden time of day
Then you saw me, now you don’t
When I’m close, a time of day
Goes much faster, but it won’t
When I’m sent away
Now more time surrounds you
And of course, more space
Doing what you ought to do
You don’t see my face
The whole difference of that
When I’m not around
A bit more of time you get
And a less of sound
You don’t have to speak and smile
You may laugh no more
You can walk a country mile
Like you did before
You preferred to sent me off
Cause I was too near
Probably this kept you of
Other things, my dear
Now you hide away your face
Through the day I think of you
Days slow down their pace
Like they used to do
When we gather, days speed up
Looks like life goes on
Faster, and each day erupts
In its own time zone
If sometimes you think of me
In the evening time
Call me on, and there I’ll be
At about nine.
There's a certain time of day
tho' unwelcome, it never goes away
'Cos I swear there are bosses with a secret device
who put the hands of the company clock on ice
And I've met more than a few
who with nothing better to do
bury their clocks in the sand
along with the ostriches and cuckoos too
But the worst ones simply reprogram every computer
then sit and grin as company esprit de corps is neutered
O, by the way, I already see the moon
Jeez! I could have sworn it was only two in the afternoon
One of my favorite times of day is upon me, where I live
I am grateful for the views from the hill in these mountains
The beautiful sky spreads around my home, sights are incredible
I watch the sun set behind my house with quietness in peace
I watch the sky change when I can and everything settles perfectly
A creation like this is a gift, never to be taken for granted
- My special time of day is now on display -
Heidi Sands
4/29/22
The sun dips behind forest trees
There is a moment to say please
Spread your rays as far as this hill
This time of day, for light to spill
Across the land, through the window
Highlighting things I want to know
It hurries with breath of wind’s sigh
I rush to watch and say goodbye
Heidi Sands
7/30/21
There is a moment, however fleeting, when the shadows of the night share their place among the heavens with the dawning of the light.
That moment when the sounds of evening…begin to fade away
begin to cede their voices to the the music of the day.
That moment when the darkness lifts…and you find yourself entranced…
as the clouds…the birds…the trees…the flowers…begin to sing and dance.
As I stand in awe and marvel at nature’s ethereal ballet…
is it any wonder that this moment…is my favorite time of day.
Her wings hold her lightly above
the coneflowers her favorite
She glided down onto a promising one
with bright pink petals
the dew causing a shine
Faerie’s favorite time of day
sun began reaching out with long loving fingers
Faerie reposed on the pretty blossom
Turing her face to the sun,
a gorgeous peace overflows her.
If I have the time of day,
I would wish you coined thoughts so unwell
Alexander ringing blues, Philly cracked Bell:
Work call ain’t the play
If I have the last hour
to tap dance on your glass ceiling
Hope I'D short circuit HR feelings —
Ire harassment power
If I have the final minute,
let the Big Hand leap frog open
Slap the Prince Vex on the chin,
be free-spirit independent
If I have a/C-terminal second,
Me would nano pace outta the revolving door
Do a W. Wallace braveheart unbowed encore
This be my sabbatical beckon
*a/Cubicle-terminal
Written: 12-11-2019
Contest: If I have the Time For an Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
That time of day when sweet birds songs intrude
And thoughts of yesterday warm my minds brood
I turn the page to days when love was true
Your voice on my heart was a sunny coo
But now the light of day turns wintry blue
The hearth is cold where I once warmed with you
If only your lotus bloomed in winter
Then I would hope amidst snow and winter
That time of day when a heart waxes worn
The birds tweet their songs to a heart that stings
Their song is a cacophonous bullhorn
And a heart echoes in veins of cold strings
That time of day when still cold the heart sings
And cold throes of a wistful winter will sting
Cotton candy colours
stretch across the sky.
The summer heat is waning
as day goes floating by.
Sunsets here are glorious.
Too beautiful to ignore.
So I take a moment to step outside.
It leaves me wanting more.
The violets and lavenders
and pinks of several shades,
they only last a few minutes
as into darkness it fades.
A moment on the deck
to just enjoy the view.
The perfect time of day
to whisper "God, thank you".
He ignored me the time of day
He's a puzzle at first sight, not love
Behind those eyes lie deep riddles
Those eyes making kittens purr
My sea wanting his ship
Even for one trip
He ignores me
To spite
Why
connie pachecho
1/12/17
At a particular time-
of each bright cloudless day
throughout bitter winter time
close to three
in the afternoon
or very near to that, my
bedroom is transformed
into a magical shimmering place.
Light streams in-
through stained glass windows
in hues beautiful, to shine on
my bedroom walls
and sunbeams swirl
in rainbow hues so soothing,
I love to lay on my bed and
just be caressed until the last ray.
The loneliest time of day for some
Is the hour just before dawn
Before the sun rises, before the shadows are gone
The lonely are loneliest just before dawn
..
They recall the life of the night before
Following the trail of clothes on the floor
The music of a party over long past
Allowing them to revel in the past
..
But I feel a wonder at each new day
As the rising sun scatters shadows away
The morning light brings me beauty and light
Chasing away the coldness of last night
..
No, morning is not lonely for me
For I see a day of adventure waiting for me
With bird songs and street sounds filling the air
Morning is a time best often shared
To see you in the morning
Be with you in the evening
To see you here
At every time of day
Such a simple prayer
To see you at every time of day
To hold you when you're laughing
Console you when you're crying
Take care of you
At every time of day
Such a simple prayer
To see you at every time of day
So tell me why you push me away
When I've sworn to be forever true
When I've pledged
My pure and simple heart to you?
How can you be so cruel?
To see you in the morning
Be with you in the evening
To see you here
At every time of day
Such a simple prayer
To see you at every time of day.
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