Weekends Poems

Kitchen Weekend

her second income
helping with slicing, peeling -
Love packs orders with my Love

God Blessings Weekends-

~You're having a blessed weekend Why! Because God says and you know this~


3/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Weekends For Dummies

It's Friday night, work's days complete.
But years inform each week's retreat.
Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get'
for two at least (their pace to vet)!
More selfish think all service cursed
and dream the Bible's truth's reversed
(God's blessings earned by 'good' we do
on Sundays sitting in a pew)!

Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills!
Who clothes the golden daffodils?
They stretch toward Sun (do they have thoughts?),
trash pushed aside by juggernauts.
Were Noah's woods what fleshed out ark
or trees (pre-Noah's time) its spark?
To seek true Bliss each servant's right
(All days aren't weekends, friend?) Good night!


Long Tooth
October 16th in 2021

Weekends

‘Cause a little bit of Summer
is what the whole year is all about

John Mayer


WEEKENDS

Summer at pool.
Staying cool, Sis!
Whirlpool of friends —
Laughter-cleanse splash.
Weekends play out every day, Sis!

5/3/2021

Summer Weekends

Through wildflower meadows we skip,
feasting on sunbeams and friendship,
trailing to a river's dip.

Beach towel extended with our spread,
guest seagulls partake of our bread.
Sun our blanket, brunch in bed.

Orange glazed croissants, yogurt parfait.
Fresh picked wildflower bouquet.
Tree shade chandelier display.

Giggles ripple like current bends.
Our imagination transcends
trickling shores, summer weekends.

2-2-2021

Waiting

You called me "temperamental."
You said I’m “taciturn and I'm spoiled.”

We were in the crowded cafeteria,
so refused to become embroiled.

I wanted to say you’re conceited -
a know-it all , with stupid hair and
between your ears there’s nothing there.

But what you said stuck in my head.
No more texts! I'm ignoring your thread.

I have things to tell you - to your face -
and that would be Monday (I'll have to wait).

You think you’re hot - but NO, your NOT
- and I'm done helping you study.
Your jokes are lame
your kisses tame
and by the way - your dog is ugly.

Weekends

Waking up
Feeling light
Knowing it is weekend, baby

All I want to do 
Lots of things
Like finally

Fatigue pulls me 
Back harder
Laying on my bed
Deep daze

Damn
Still feeling tired
Anxiety knowing 
In my head
Back to work
Mistakes and unfinished business

Heck go away
Needing my own days
The most

Struggling through weekdays
Desiring to breathe 
For the weekends
I love you so much
Craving for you way too much

Burst my bubble state
Dragging my weary body
Out 
Of
Bed

Getting up
Zombie wannabe
Maybe as calefare job

Sigh in awe
When sunshine appears itself
Real light
On my skin

Wind blows my hair
Real fresh air
To breathe

Good to be at home
Feet on the carpet
Being at my own pace

Humming the music 
Brings me joy

Hugging pillows
Embracing its softness
Rubbing all over it

Looking around
Smiling
Walking 
Jumping back 
On my bed

To sleep some more
Ahh so productive!

© Sue Sanzz 2020

Clabiash

From some old country
This is the oddest card game
With rules to make your hair stand on end
No use trying to make sense of it
Just accept that it’s the way it is
Don’t bother asking too many questions
They call it Clabiash quite similar to Tarbish

It’s still a favorite of the Maritimes
Played back in the day
As far back as I remember

Come the weekend let guests arrive
Clear the table bring out the cards
A round of beers before we start
Bids to launch the rounds

Partners ruse and much excitement
Base count one sixty four
Trumped or sandbagging
Twenties bellies fifties
Count your points or else go bate

Absurd rules lead to hot tempers
Misplays turn to family feuds
Otherwise a lot of fun around the table
A beer or two resets the mood
Playing Clabiash all weekends through



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 27, 2020

Weekends

enjoy my weekends 
a great time to spend with friends...
glad monday is soon

3/17/19

Writing Challenge 3, Senryu

Sponsor: Dear Heart

On the Weekends

We flee
Away from city life
To ancient trees
Forgetting our daily strife.
Where brownies, dwarves, gnomes, and
Fairies befriend tall ones with a jeweled 
Knife.
This place is so neat.
There among the trees as big as life
Is a white unicorn. They're not obsolete.
This was such a treat.
Then we were led to the banquette
Where the king of the fairies said. Please
Take your seats so we can begin to eat.
Don't be loose with your drink remember
We have guests use your etiquette.

Week Days and Weekends

I just want to wrap my coat around you when it’s cold and open the door for you when we go out on Fridays

Buy you roses and make you smile on Saturday

Let’s dance while they stare on Thursday

And lay down in the middle of the street with the traffic glare for Monday

Let’s make love unique and give our love words to speak every Wednesday

p.s. our days and nights speaking when we are ninety “do you remember me..?”

Weekends

Weekends


In the afternoon sun
 the asphalt road shines like an ice rink; 
flanked by green trees that
cast black shadows, 
helped by the breeze
they flutter slightly, 
soundless articulation a symphony for the deaf
My memory brings me 
the aroma of curried 
chicken and rice, 
but since it is Friday, it will
be smoked haddock, boiled potatoes and 
stewed carrots  

Still a twenty minutes drive, 
before getting home, 
shadows merge with the evening and 
the ice rink is a memory

A Sportsman On the Weekends

Some things can’t be fixed
any other way says Bill
in his bedroom

on the third floor
hoping to get some sleep
after working the third shift.

He adjusts the scope on 
his hunting rifle, makes certain
the silencer’s on right  

glares out the window at 
a bull terrier barking all day,
a dog that has never worked

a day in its life, Bill says.
In another minute the terrier  
will never have to either


Donal Mahoney

Weekends

Saturday mornings
use to be cartoons
today rifleman
mini vacations
are weekends for some

than for others
its just two days
weekends to me
use to be fun

roller skate
and dancing
hanging out

meeting
with friends

fun

Friday Night-The Biggest Bite of Weekends Apple

With the knowledge of extra free hours
which count from the starting point of forty and eight,
the cycle has just begun 
for activities to pass through no plan
and freedom to lend me its coveted wings.

Chilling through this tender evening
when calm and its entourage just had dinner,
creating the arena for nature and beauty
to be my most loved neighbours,
in the same neighbourhood
where fun is just waking up from a five days sleep
is a perfect conditioner 
to moisten the expectations of this brief holiday.

Even with the gone day’s illumination,
comfort well supported by a wonderful serenity
gives light for the mind to stay happy
and the soul to remain cute
as dusk with very slow wheels beckons
for relaxation to render its full services
then my readily available acceptance
will form a joint venture with it
to make hay while the moon smiles.

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