Two friends went on a weeklong tour
Soon on bed, one began to snore
The other sat up irate.
He began cursing his fate.
He murmured “What an awful bore!”
With his friend lying so close on bed
He thought, his sleep, he would have to shed
He wished to avert his doom
Told hotel boy- ‘get a room’
Leaving his friend, to next room he fled.
In the province so far away,
this heart wanted to briefly stay
for a weeklong good vacation
to enjoy the break of new dawn
with the early bright light of day.
The blades in the green field did sway;
bringing gladness to blue and gray
beneath the rays of the beacon
in the province.
The beasts in the mountain did play;
keeping the weak and sick at bay.
The glow above the horizon
watched the ocean waves in motion.
This mind had thoughts to think and weigh
in the province.
Praise packed
Sunday
Might-moved
Monday
Bliss-braced
Tuesday
Peace-propped
Wednesday
Glow-gripped
Thursday
Thanks*-touched
Friday
Faith-filled
Weekend
God-gripped
blest days!
*Psalm 107:1 O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
February 7, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Feb 9)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/9/2021.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
South of the border, in the Sunshine State.
Where the warmth lifts up a lithesome sunflower
and the sour juice cleanses my fruitful plate.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where my ivory skin tans and citrus dyes my hair,
where the scent of the beaches overpower,
into the loving eyes of a weeklong vacation I stare.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
Yes, I know that scented peninsula, so close
to my home, that undulates like waves with gentility.
The coconut beaches pound out its mighty prose
and I sing with open palms, bare feet and fertility.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
7/31/2018
Pretty Poem Please Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I looked at the heart-encased initials on the table,
a couple's lifelong promise turned employee's weeklong cleanup project,
I wonder if it's gone yet,
Love is set in minds not etched in someone's regret
My back is aching
From my weeklong bleeding
Funny how he said I'm needy
Yeah, okay, I'll pick up
Just right after you decieve me
Those looks I got
Gave me the impression
That I don't have any road to take
And those words I fought
Were never worth the trip
He was so surprised
That I was so misleading
And still he chased after me
I guess it's what he was needing
We were just typically blind to ever see
Now it's done, he ain't gone
From my mind and my soul
We never were one
And forgetting; it's my goal
It'll be okay anyway
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