Monday was for me a day when I felt blue.
Tuesday was not much better, I would say.
Wednesday meant work for the week was half through.
Thursday saw the weekend coming. Hip hip Hooray.
Friday was when I’d collect my pay.
Saturday more fun – if the cash was not all spent.
Sunday I would go to church and hopefully repent.
I love old book stores.
The smell and look of old books,
sets my heart a pumping.
At home I have my favorite stops,
checking out each shelf carefully.
When I travel,
I look up stores before I leave home.
My list can be short or long,
with a book or two or three following me home.
This summer I found an old book,
a book jumped into my shopping cart saying,
please take me home.
I have been reading on and off for weeks,
last night I got to the end.
I could not wait to see what was going to happen,
The Last Page Was missing.
To the heart of the matter
windblown
by gusty amazements
a richness and complexity
fine and delicate
the beauty of verse
speech by ‘ear’
and reason tested
not in arrogance
but humility
and subtlety of form
Questions
alluring in novelty
foreshadowed
by conscious perception
Far and leisured
discerned by prosody
Picked our grandson up from camp,
A month without a visit.
He ran to us, his “Nana!” shout,
To my ears, most exquisite.
A week with him will be a treat
And even if the weather
Is rainy as predicted, we’ll
Enjoy our time together.
I’ve researched possibilities -
Museums, train rides, boats,
A working farm, a jail, a hike -
We’ll tally up the votes.
But even if we stay at home
With board games and TV,
(Plus iPad time, of course) it will
Be magical to me.
forgotten, from French floppy folio ,flypast faultlessly
macrame me monteverdi,mumify my mysidae
trust transponder triad to their tidiness
predetermined pasteurisation pteridophyta pate
work week just began
all night headache lingers
just five more days left
I have learned
to be content
whatever the circumstances
I have learned
the secret of being content
in any and every situation
I can do all this through Him
who gives me strength.
temperatures this week
Monday through Sunday
72, 69, 58, 31, 28, oh-no, hot damn
Welcome to Kansas
No different than the rest of the Midwest
I can hardly wait for Saturday and Sunday
Graduation Week:
just a yearly reminder
of my youth long gone
Imagine a bus that runs Eight Days a Week
with seats made of slimy leek
sliming further for every sitter
and sputtering out oil with every creak.
Imagine not getting to get the bus
'less you come on frying leeks, making a fuss
’bout passengers not letting you get oil from under their seats,
provoking your pan to concuss!
Imagine all the people concussed by pans
on the Eight Days a Week bus – The Beatles fans.
Hold me, love me Eight Days a Week
while we make bus seat slimy leek flans.
Fancy riding on a sturdy open topped crust
with leek-based lube setting our lust?
Why, to society’s travel regulations
should we have to adjust?
Bouncing on a slime seat with nude bum cheeks is fun.
Let’s also slime our face cheeks to shield from the sun
on my mind Eight Days a Week, My Leek.
Massage me with oil – this bus has a ton!
some black cats like to be solid and sleek
this is not the case of Ms. Hallows Week
She is a decorated cat with fashion sense
Dressed up in pearls and sequins dense
Mrs. Hallows Week is currently the reigning queen
of the black cat society in a world of cats rarely seen
we are a society who is stuck up and hard to know
even here, though, Mrs. H.W. has a lovely glow
Jesus lays dead in his tomb, the world is sad and quiet.
Jesus had been dead, all is dark, and many are sad.
Jesus’s voice has ended, and many are in shock.
Jesus is believed to be gone, never to be heard from again.
Jesus is believed to be descended into the darkness of death.
Jesus some believe has gone to free many from death of sin.
Holy Saturday may be the day Jesus fought with good and evil for the rights of us to live in heaven.
Holy Saturday, was silent on earth, yet we ponder if Jesus did battle for the rights of all his believers to be freed by his work on the cross and in his life.
Holy Saturday is a day, we reflect and pray, and love, and remember all of Jesus’s teachings and his sacrifice on the cross.
We love you Jesus, and thank you for all of your works, today and always we pray.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Good Friday is a holy day, a day in holy week, the day Jesus carried our sins to the cross.
Good Friday is the day, we were redeemed by Jesus.
Good Friday is a day to fast, to pray, to remember Jesus and our life’s walk-through life.
Good Friday we remember the stations of the cross, the struggle between good and evil, that everything has a cause and effect, the battle of good and evil, and the works of Jesus to save us.
Thank you Jesus, we love you, we pray and remember you today and always.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Saturday is made for relaxing.
Every princess chills on her day off.
Glamorous beauty's a chosen lifestyle.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
straight from fashion week
she flew home first class
a baby at fifteen, but cover-worthy
She has been featured on three magazine covers
We are looking for our girl
Dressed casually in sweat pants
Wearing a baseball cap
and Converse sneakers
She is causing a fuss in the airport
Wearing a designer dress
And her cover-worthy make up
We barely recognize our child
She looks twenty-three
too grown up for our own good
“Mom! Dad! “She shrieks in the way of a toddler
We feel a relief that she is back, fifteen again.
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