An Ordinary Tuesday
An ordinary Tuesday
Alarm clocks wake sleepy heads
Breakfasts eaten in a hurry
People rushing to get to work
Traffic jams, buses running late
Flights to catch, flights delayed
Children entering their classrooms
Teachers ready to face another day
Moms having another cup of coffee
Errands to be run, meals to be planned
Lunch dates to be arranged
Just an ordinary Tuesday
The sun in a cloudless blue sky
A hint of autumn in the air
Trees thinking about shedding their leaves
Birds on their migratory journeys
Squirrls and chipmunks scampering
To find the first acorns
Just an ordinary Tuesday
Firemen,EMTS, policemen
Doctors, nurses, and ordinary people
go about their day
A President listens to second graders
reading their favorite books
Just an ordinary Tuesday
until the world changed
Evil roared to life
on that ordinary Tuesday
Stealing lives,stealing calm
Stealing the peace we all knew
But on that ordinary Tuesday
As the world shed its tears
Our country came together
And pledged to never forget
That ordinary Tuesday morning
When the world changed
Written: July 6, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Jami Patterson
The Tuesday Afternoon Toenail
The toenail lay upon the floor,
it shimmered like a gossamer boar.
Oh, keratin crescent of beige-ish hue,
I cherish you deeper than a canoe.
Your edges poke like a cactus stew,
my soul is trembling, woo-woo-woo-woo.
The clipper is missing, my courage is gone,
I will guard this toenail until the dawn.
580.
Tuesday Night Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte, Lady of the Night
Bring us joy this Tuesday night
The Joy by your Orange Lollipop
A Godly joy that shall never stop
Oh my beloved guardian
Keep us away from the clutches of Satan
With your Orange Lollipop, embrace us this Tuesday night
Be at my side everynight.
Amen.
-11/04/2017
(Dumarao)
*Nightly Prayers to Santa Muerte
573.
Tuesday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Tuesday
Grant us this Tuesday your Joy
Your Orange Lollipop like a child's toy
Your joyful embrace with your Orange Lollipop
A joy from God that shall never stop
Oh Santa Muerte in Orange, Lady of Tuesday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
My hubby tried to toss a pancake
sadly it landed down on the floor
I had to laugh, could not stop myself
it never happened ever before.
To me he's the best pancake maker
he made me another, a success
Pity it's only on pancake day
we enjoy the treat that I love best.
Those Few
Everyone
is born unique
But many die
as clones
Lost of promise
Grace endowed
With joy bereft
a drone
Everyone
His image shared
Till falling
from the Light
Beatific
Vision lost
Alone
— to face the night
(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)
From The Maelstrom
We are
separate
We are
distant
We are
many
— we are one
From the
cities
From the
country
From the
maelstrom
— we become
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
So Close And Yet ...
Feasting on the
lettered law
Abandoning
its spirit
Crippled by
the sanctioned rules
Afar
— when we’re so near it
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
In The Offing
Poetry
is the weight training
of writers
Building new couplets
each musing
reweighted
Lactic
endowment
new pain in old phrasings
Success
in the offing
— as writing expands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Love’s Goodbye
Those who ask
no questions
offer the greatest
comfort
Those who speak
inscriptive
tell the biggest
lies
Those who pledge
no fealty
to themselves
dishonor
Those who bear
no greetings
doomed to love’s
— goodbye
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Misfortune Contrives
It’s in fashion
to wear
your heart
on your sleeve
A French poet
alarmed
that love may
deceive
Bleeding a wound
that
misfortune
contrives
Alone
in deception
your love
— circumcised
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Epiphany Of Time
Once
you wrap
all existence
into this moment
You will
understand the
difference between life
— and its living
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
I met my clone on a Tuesday night
She yelped, “Your hair gave me such a fright!”
I replied, “Your wrinkles are a blight.”
Her teeth are more coffee yellow than white.
I doubted she was very bright.
We did not get along, and this is all right.
Her body was rotund, not any way slight.
Meeting her was not out of sight.
I wish I’d had a better Tuesday night.
Mondays are always blue
Tuesdays proved to be so too
never can find a way
to make it safely through
Wednesdays came and they went
now all the money's spent
yet wouldn't you know
it never even made a dent
Thursdays became a bust
and Fridays I just can't trust
they always let me down
leave me in the dust
Saturdays are shadow play
what more can I say
the less said the better
best forgotten anyway
but Sunday I look forward to
it's my day of rest
my salvation too
the one I love the best
tho' twenty-four seven's
OK for some
I'll get by
with twenty-four one
"It's RUBY TUESDAY night" declared Charlie.
Why do yer call it that when it's ruby murray for curry?" retorts Steve.
"It's coz we 'ave it on Tuesdays that's why mate" replies Charlie.
Steve shakes his head "But Charlie, we do 'ave it on Saturday nights too."
Charlie laughs."Last one your ANGIE cooked, my guts felt like WILD HORSES were stampeding inside and lets say it wasn't quiet the TUMBLIN' DICE coming out the other end either."
"Too much info there Charlie boy and if she hears yer say that you'll get more than a clip round the ear, bunch of fives more like. You still helping me decorate Jades bedroom this weekend? She wants us to PAINT IT BLACK" asks Steve.
"Black? ain't that gonna be dark and make it feel smaller?" Charlie asks.
Steve sighs "Yeah, probably, it's her space so she can have it. Not my choice but YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT even in yer own house when yer surrounded by HONKY TONK WOMEN. Anyway, gotta get this splinter out that's UNDER MY THUMB from sanding down the skirting. Sort that, grab a beer and play THE ROLLING STONES cd the Mrs got for me birthday. See ya later mate".
Without making a single sound,
a ball of yarn, my cat unwound.
Meanwhile, my dog had more to say,
whiling away the gray Tuesday.
Barking loudly, he buried a bone.
I whispered sadly on the phone.
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
Something might occur to push you over the brink
There’s a famine in the fields that once gave grain
Famine’s in the fields that once gave grain
And the peasants in the village have gone insane
How come my love doesn’t look at me no more?
Tell me why my love won’t look at me anymore
Last night, she gave me detailed directions to the door
A blood moon waxing and the sun is black with shame
Bloody moon waxing, while the sun is black with shame
Look up at the stars — you can see the Fates know your name
Key is turned and the missiles are comin’ on home
When that key is turned, the missiles will be comin’ on home
And we’ll forget all the words for the things we’ve ever known
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
So taste the last rays of love on your lips like a drink
Fat Tuesday
twelve hours remain~ to find a gluten free fausnacht!
On Tuesday.
I would lie on the floor.
There’s not much else.
Except the fan on the ceiling.
He can’t clean the house or cook dinner.
He just keeps it a little too cold.
On Wednesday.
Someone could be under my bed.
I wouldn’t know, I’m asleep.
I wouldn’t know, I’m hungry.
On Thursday.
I had some leftovers in the fridge.
I don’t remember where they came from.
My phone says it’s 11:34 am.
There’s not much else to eat.
The food is mysterious.
Hunger.
Not much else.
On Friday.
If that cookie fell on the floor.
I would want to eat it.
They told me not to.
So I feel twitchy.
Whoever told me that.
Told me long ago.
They might have died.
Long ago.
On Saturday.
If I could find something in the pantry.
I would eat it.
At the grocery store is where they are.
They will stare at me.
And laugh that I haven’t eaten in days.
So I went the store at 2:30 am.
When it is closed.
And cry in the parking lot.
When my heart is full
And my spirit is overwhelmed
Not a drop of blood
Can drip from my pen.
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