Weekday Poems - Poems about Weekday

The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room. I roll over in bed to the other side. My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom. I can no longer stay in my bed and hide. It is the beginning of a brand new day. There is no time to go outside, run, and play. My job at a busy...

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At dinner you sat With phone in hand Leaving no room for me in your attention span I got up And came back In active conversation you sat With your friend on her phone And a call on top of that He came in a flash Greeting you both When he sat down for a peer to peer talk I talked it up with him, he was...

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At the opened door of the weekday The throat of the gate is choked With the clamour of the cliché of Aluta continua! The little drop of hope For the poor to breath on Is now for the rich to tope We might be covered Like a stone in the grass Yet still, we shall rise Like sunlight from the...

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Alone for a moment measuring sound Frozen pieces in a particular way to wonder about myself To relax for hours as in a childish dream and revolve in all directions this prolongment of self limp..lonely..lost…. then instantaneous three pieces in form with picturesque preludes I open my mind notice &respond...

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TO BE OR NOT Experiences re-lived culled from images I've seen, books recalled,places I've seen; Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed emphasised and re-arranged, evoked,re-styled in shaded tones, uniquely embossed my own; Written out for you to see this poem trapped,within me.. Now,you dear reader..set free This poem trapped within my mind, To leave it here,is it unkind? Like a caged bird it flaps around It sings its song,but makes no sound; So...

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a Gaudier Brezeka tribute momentary fits of enthusiasm great in promise visible on the horizon sanguine features ...

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WASTELAND possessed by words yet discourse-less implicit ...

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Craft me a tiffany that others may see Cut out a matisse for my mantle-piece Throw me a pollock to which others will flock Abstract me a rothko I can keep on show Sculpt like epstein this profile of mine Draw like da vinci a portrait of me...

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an adventure an exploration erudition in a turn of phrase ...

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HEAVENLY KISS XL1 My dynamic paraphrase translation excerpt of one of Quirinus Kulhmann's (A Christian sonneteer) series depicting the union of the soul with Christ...

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out of the particular a birds wing a waterfall ...

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It's only Tuesday Yet the whipping outside Is quite lovely tonight Hopes and expectations are Aligned with fiery desire Mulled with insatiable fruit Steam arises from holes Better meant for quaint beginnings Everyone traversing by diagonals And conquering marches Disguised with vibes buzzing Into incendiary bravados TV night for some here Has turned to epic, quixotic chapters Of legends and laughter To remind some that The days of...

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I so don’t miss the con and hustle of business meetings hidden agendas concerted strategies never being one for games never good at them nor striving to be I was just a pathetic player without an ounce of playmanship or deceit and proud of it as I could be AP: 2nd place 2020 Posted on February 24, 2021 (thought I posted a while ago)...

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her six kids lined up for school bus mom waving them off posted on June 2, 2018...

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I am anxious as my 5:30 beeping alarm grows defiantly louder, reminding me of surreal difference between asleep, longing for better days awake, and, now awake, longing for more sleep struggling toward alarming predawn buttons to release from this first crisis for depressing life's day-rousing alarms. I wish for a more therapeutic, more leisurely, more retiring way to awake, if I truly must. Nearby, my son who cannot speak or walk, but hears...

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