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Raven Kuhn Dec 2024
A day before workday,
Two before Tues,
Three before Wednesday,
But if I say it, I lose.
Four before Thursday,
By the fifth day it’s near...
It’s the day you do nothing
After play day is here.

The shops are all closed
And make barely a fund, eh?
You can rhyme it with that—
A name I still didn’t say!
The time that’s lit brightly,
Or an ice cream in a cup,
Your hint is that homophone.
If you’re confused, look up!

The sky should be shining,
But sometimes it’s not.
When they gave it that name,
Perhaps that’s what they sought?
Enough of the hints now;
Do you get the word I mean?
It's the day of the week that starts it…
Just check the calendar, I scream!
Taboo is a card game where players get a word and have to describe it without using any of the "taboo" words. Mine were Monday, Saturday, Friday, Weekend and Sabbath.
celeste Dec 2024
on saturday morning,
have dark roast coffee and raspberries on cream cheese toast
on saturday morning,
let me taste sleepiness off your lips
on saturday morning,
turn me over in friday night’s lingerie
on saturday morning,
ballroom dance with me to cartoon theme songs
on saturday morning,
wheat-grass dances along our bayview window
on saturday morning,
we take our long morning walk,
since sunday always shows up too soon
i wish the weekend could stay forever and ever
Emma Dec 2024
In quiet hours, Sundays unfold,
Lying in bed, our stories retold.
Side by side, hands softly entwined,
Whispers of moments, tenderly aligned.
Simple love, a treasure, gentle and bold.
Loke Houbo Nov 2024
The week is freeing.
All pleasure is fondling my being.
My senses are occupied.
But forget that, cos I lied.

I lie to myself.
I now see my health.

Because now we're back.
Sunday.
This empty day, my mind howls away.
No blanket of soothing ignorance.
No lens of a hopeful sickness.

Right now there is me.
Only me.
How I convulse and clench my teeth
in my selfhatred
empty pit of me.
The compact Sunday Depression of Selfhatred
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It's a reborn again time which is real.

Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green lawns and shrubs return to the horizon
The birds resume their blissful refrains
Listen to the sound of the old fashioned trains.

Little children play on the unpaved avenue
Gorgeous ladies walk around almost ****
Where some amateurs fall into pleasant dreams.

The trees are already full of sweet sap and the streams
Are in good and superb shape for the season
Dear friends, naturally the harvest will be cornucopian.

Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
Le ciel est bleu clair, blanc et éthéré
Pour accueillir à cœur joie le printemps
Si beau, frais, coloré, et endimanché
Oh! C'est un jeune et nouveau temps.

Oh! Les amis, c'est la plus superbe saison
Les gazons verts retournent à l'horizon
Les oiseaux reprennent leurs refrains
Écoutez passer les vénérables trains.

Les petits enfants jouent dans les rues
Maintes belles femmes se promènent presque nues
Où certains se plongent dans des agréables rêves.

Les arbres déjà bien remplis de douces sèves
Sont en bonne et superbe forme pour la saison
Chers amis, naturellement fructueuse sera la moisson.

Copyright © April 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
Vicente Chavez Nov 2024
You go down just like holy water
Not just another shot of ****** marry
Gin or whiskey
Like fine wine from the purist distillery
I can get drunk without being lonely
Your beauty never really scared me
I’ll die by your cross happily
Knowing you’ll rise more beautifully
Khoisan Oct 2024
Do
not
feel
lonely or sad
those
tumultuous
tides are over
like
a
boulder
the
waves slammed
our
shoulders
a
rock with a heart
planted
on
A
shore
made for two

EMBRACE
MY
DEAREST

these older ageless sun sets
vesting
in
twilights keep
appreciate the sands of time
where living is Love
life is hope
a
future of glory
the
glory
that belongs to God.
Nigdaw Sep 2024
not a word written
not a word uttered
thoughts stream
like traffic on the motorway
so many journeys
so many destinations
not even sure
if they all make it
Sunday fades into a sunset
Monday looms with it's onset
nothing to do but wait
a perfect moment passed
a perfect moment lost
darkness descends
this will be no more
Bhavani Sep 2024
just woke up
so late, what do i eat
sleep wasn’t deep.
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