Weeks Poems - Poems about Weeks

Could we not at least exchange some crummy anecdotes about our recent pasts some poorly recalled bus stop or shop incidents semi memories of there was this time when I'll take any half digested subvocal passing thoughts and an inappropriate and unvoiced yet sincerely held opinion which you know is safe with me Throw me a crumb here and I'll toss you the...

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Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning; Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning. Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing, Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing. Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands...

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Calling all drivers, does your car go in reverse? Why are you over the parking line? I cannot get into my car, now waiting until you are done shopping. For weeks, it has been happening. Put your car in reverse and park straight, or leave your car home where it belongs....

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The Last Weeks of Winter sun sets later temps. hover in forties rain and snow fall frequently, spring comes soon ...

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Stopping by early, soon it will be Christmas Day, Shiny gifts, inviting bows, ‘neath the tree do lay, Hot, mulled apple cider in red glass, deer mugs. Magnificent family with endless,warm, love hugs! Roast beef, just glowing with luscious juice. Sad absence of cousins, Maggie and Bruce! The peace and love that fills the pine scented room. Wish all days, were...

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Today's Mother's Day Cafe closed, I scream. Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound. To irked to do whatnot I let off steam , Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around. Last week Cafe closed 3 days,no daydream. Ice water and popcorn ,diet not sound Times like this I do not know what to do I feel put off on I surely...

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The puppies now are pitching fits, their momma says just you quit, there's no more suckling on my t*ts, you'll be rehomed in a little bit. ...

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It’s been seven weeks I still feel the same for you With all the thoughts filling my head I feel everything I know these tears I’m shedding are meaningless to you They cut right through my heart I lost my soul with you, flying high together, you let go, letting me fall to pieces I know these tears I’m...

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In the past 2 weeks I have just been away Under the guise of a so called Break or holiday The 1st of which was so incredibly bad beyond description When I came back I need another to get over it Unfortunately for me in the case of the 2nd That sadly didn't fare or turn out much better So in regards to holidays and break's ...

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Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later... when held spellbound courtesy grifter Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash his derelict perfected artifice to hijack every last cent smarted me with indelible smash; living daylight delivered I kidney you not envious affliction affecting last named member and founder of the Byrds with crosby, stills, young and nash entire corporeal being turned to hash condemned state yours truly relegated, cuz...

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Brutal winds snap frozen branches, no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays; I shiver wondering if they can survive... somewhere huddled together to stay alive! The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years, it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars; there all the boats are anchored while hungry seagulls search the icy waves for a prey...

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It isn't looking to me at all like Christmas, There's been no ice, nor sleet, nor snow. I've heard no jingle bells in the air, Or caroling on the square, Or seen anyone anywhere All bundled up like an Eskimo. And I'm thinking no tree for me this Christmas, My apartment's rather small. Can't seem to get in the mood to buy A fruitcake...

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For two weeks o'er Christmas; let's straighten the bend, or flatten the curve Lets just get on the mend.' Give amazon and others a holiday space And more Important yourselves' just step off the goods race For there's two weeks of freedom, maximise it and how' Hit percentage throw a spanner Explore a new kind of WOW.' Take...

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It Will be Three Weeks Tomorrow By Franklin Price 02/07/2022 It will be three weeks tomorrow Since my wife and soul mate died I'm still in shock about it Many thousand tears I've cried Many friends have shared my sorrow Through the internet and phone The neighbors come to check on me Though she's not here, I'm not alone. Cards of your condolences Have reached me...

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“Just two weeks to flatten the curve!” So wear your mask! Of all the nerve! Yes, two arms’ length, six feet apart to save a life and show some heart. We can’t let the old covids roam, So send them to the nursing home! Hydroxychloriquine? No thanks! They sell that where you buy fish tanks! Joe Rogan says, “Ivermectin!” It’s goat dewormer for the...

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