by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
jewish, joy,
Pen to paper
So no tears today
Monday back to slavery
I cast my out my lline
Hoping for a bite from a female fish
Do you not see what is meant by love ?
Do you not see what is meant by peace?
Shalom is where its at, friends
SHALOM IS WHERE IT IS AT!
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
moon, sun,
Luna shares her sunlit surface
With the night
Knowing she depends on her
Love, for light.
For eons they have shared the
Sky in space,
As both share with Earth their
Power and grace.
Sol controls the four seasons
That he guides.
Luna sways our moods along
With ocean tides.
Both are needed for our dear
Earth to thrive.
Let’s give thanks for God's creations
And being alive.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
On Monday, Nov. 14 2016 Earthlings will be treated to a so-called supermoon - the closest full moon of the year.Monday's supermoon will be extra super - it will be the closest the moon comes to us in nearly 69 years since 1948.
by Jill Martin |
Categories:
angst, devotion, hope, life, loss, love, passion, morning,
Sometimes ... there is no reason
for morning tears.
Distracted me
tangled in the debris
of a raging sea.
So very small
the moment
meant
nothing at all.
And what of that day ....
dismade bed
dirty sock left on the kitchen floor
I was going to scrub a week ago
left me crying and
cursing
falling to pieces
where is my other shoe
my toes are cold
speed bump on shaky knees
spills my morning tea.
Sometimes there is no reason ....
by Quoth Theraven |
Categories:
fate,
Knew it in moment this Wednesday
though she left last Monday
life turned, never to be the same
now my heart knows how it feels
to cherish now, what was then.
Her days carried me on a breeze
like a book that was never meant to be read
only felt in rippled waves
oh, to turn through those pages again.
Our young song' thrilling plan
traces left a forever mark on a boy
where only envy's left to the man.
Lesson one, don't be a jerk like me
fill the pages with everything your heart
has to give..
never regret the things you wished you'd done
and all those wonderful words of love
you left unsaid.
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
good morning, rain,
The tears champion ... rain
Harmonic drops from the sky
Just for fun ... could I stop it ?
If action is not stronger than a flower
Monday morning with rhymes and free rhythm
The emotions can not be copied
Keeping me alive, no longer mourning
Everyone is talking about the weather
"After the rain comes the sun"
but that's just words
Let the weather be as it is,
listen to the music of the rain drops
We must love the one we hate most
even on monday's morning
20.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
introspection, love,
She did the washing e’vry Monday morn,
All fabrics sorted in different piles,
The wrung-out whites shone brighter than the dawn,
While flapping in the wind and sunshine smiles.
Dark blues that swish and swirl in the machine,
The Wrangler jeans worn on Saturday night,
And those frilly things that are only seen
Upon the washing line, hidden from sight.
Her tutting sigh - the fabric is too scant,
She looked at me with unbelieving eyes,
I’m folding up her bleached white bloomer pants,
No longer the child full of endless whys.
Yet still we sat drinking our cups of tea,
Some things never changed for my Nan and me.
Form: English Sonnet
by Welsonn Goh |
Categories:
absence,
Hills crowd close yonder,
My cries echo back & forth-
Th' void in my heart.
Blameless Sunday night,
Punished nonetheless: by your
Selfish Monday gloom.
Love does not live here,
Not anymore; ever since
We became brothels.
by Welsonn Goh |
Categories:
death, grandmother,
I stepped out into th Monday morning rain,
'Cause where else can she be,
But in th rain;
But on my skin.
I'm at ease,
I'm home,
Where my heart is.
She's at ease,
She's home,
Where her heart is.
Always will be,
Evermore with me.
My pain,
Like th rain,
Comes to a drizzle
But my love,
Like her love,
Goes on forever.
I look'd out into th Monday morning rain,
'Cause where else can I find myself-
But in th rain,
Under my skin;
I'm at ease.
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
dream, fantasy, love,
My lover
speaks fire
laughs smoke
she is madness
spilled from
my imagination
My lover
with raven hair
of wooded fire
midsummer night
kisses of
heated lightning
My lover
with zebra thighs
breasts of clouds
hourglass waist
lips of champagne
ace of hearts
My lover
mother of pearl
eyes of blue siren
sings for me
no one ever hears
yesterday and tomorrow
My lover
Monday through Friday
swims in the ocean
that I prepare for her
comes and goes
to the sky...
by Madrigal Franch |
Categories:
caregiving, change, culture, dark, i love you, sorry, urban,
I'm sorry for awl the prayers
Youse darn tootin' sure
we'll be gettin up for church
on a Monday mornin'
Huh dearie?
That brain is so itty bitty
I could pick it up- with
both thumbs
Like the invisible crumbs
laying- on our coats and pegs
ya hear?
Wrap 'em oats around yer legs
real good now
It'll rain
Oh lawd I know it will
everyday of our lives
it be rainin'.
by Sidney Beck |
Categories:
city, love,
BRIEF ROMANCE
Fell for a Scottish girl long ago. Pretty as a picture, but
Heart as cold as an empty Edinburgh street on a wet
January Monday morning, when the chiseled
Craigleith sandstone blackened by smoke
Repels the rain from the Forth,
And the steep roofs pour
Water into the runnels
Down the cobbled
Streets.
by Elisabeth Sheaffer |
Categories:
humor,
I comfort-ate my way all day
To try to drive the blues away.
Too many sweets my lips did pass,
Six o'clock Monday: Weight Watchers' class.
Exquisite garden full of flowers,
I sit and doze away the hours
Enchanted by those bird refrains,
Midday Today: Man clearing the drains.
I hold your image in my mind,
A deeper love I'll never find.
Aspects of your lovely face,
Thursday: Must buy trout and plaice.
A story I read made me feel good,
Things turned out just as they should
The sort of plot where all things click,
It's Friday and the cat's been sick.
by Brian Sluga |
Categories:
character, community, courage, perspective, symbolism, violence, voice,
Monday aftermath Paris reflecting
terror waging a war
challenging our generation dancing on graves
Paris attacks mindless
blaming ourselves
watching a band
dinner at our favorite café
attending a football match
a death sentence for a simple act
fighting back viciously
multi-cultural societies are in danger
integration taken for granted
liberal beliefs now shine
big hearted acceptance
learning to tolerate the intolerant
faced by fascists
values in contempt
confront this evil
love what's behind you
take a beating for liberty
pursue justice and respect
believe all we love is worth fighting for
by J.W. Earnings |
Categories:
childhood, inspirational, time, uplifting,
I'm not an early riser-- I was wrong
I could say I am a night child
And I admit-- I love monday mornings
by Michael Ward |
Categories:
absence, cry, feelings, growing up, love hurts, soulmate, time,
Mondays
Why does every day
Seem like monday
I say a secret prayer
And wish it was Sunday
All week I have been working
And now it's really hurting
O roll on Sunday
The weeks roll by
And I wonder why
Every day seems like
Monday
by James Kaczmarek |
Categories:
love, son,
On your day of birth
My heart was given to you
Five years old Monday
by Donald Meikle |
Categories:
hopeprayer,
It's another Monday
One seventh of your life
It's the second month of the year
at least six to go before you can earn it all
(Or most of it)
On the seventh day God rested
Hopefully He hasn't since
I wish He'd rested on the sixth too
(We'd have weekends off)
You can downplay religion if you want to
But I'm so grateful for Sundays
I'm considering a small business endeavor
Manufacturing small easy to keep objects
That are interesting enough to treasure
I'll sell them for weights of silver or gold.
sorta like a nickel bag novel (5 grams)
Or a daily prayer writ in stone
To carry as atonement
For allowing congressional thievery
Doncha just love Mondays
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
friendship, love,
Monday will be a momentous occasion
Going back to meet old friends
To where we spent eight glorious years
True friends right to the end
Well how fortunate can two people be
To have lived in this happy place
Where everyone knows you and says hello
With a happy smile on their face
A happy place called Utopia comes to mind
Which may seem a bit over the top
Down home coziness is a good description
It expresses this emotion nonstop
Circumstances forced us to leave our friends
An extremely sad time in our lives
To renew the bonds if for only a short while
Old friendships will be revived
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories:
death, heart, kiss, lost love, missing you,
How true it is- it's you I miss,
Deep inside my Heart's bare core
Oblige me, please, with one more kiss-
Oh, my Love- this I implore!
Of you I dream the sweetest dreams,
That in my arms you hither lie
When I awake, and seen what I've seen,
By my own guilt I wish to die!
by Matthew Boyd-Howey |
Categories:
sports,
When Mothering Day comes on Sunday
We all want to make it a fun day.
We all love our mum,
She's who we came from,
Though she sends us to school on a Monday!
by Alice Nightingale |
Categories:
life,
Twenty two this day,
with flowers, cake and love,
little like Monday.
by Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther |
Categories:
baby, home, kindergarten, life, light, love,
There goes my baby
Strolling the long way home
Light of my life song
Shedding Sunday now
Kicking remnants down the slope
Waiting for Monday
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
daughter, family, life, love,
Dear friends
I'm sorry I'm not here lately,my life is very busy,with many new happenings,
yet I'm still here with you in spirit.I just want to share this great miracle with you.
My daughter Christina was born last Monday,27th of August at 11.30PM,
following a long difficult labour. I was out of hospital on Friday,
and now getting accustomed to my new role as a Mommy.
I would love to thank so much each one of whom kept me and my family in prayer
during these last months .....I shall keep you in my prayers too
Much love-Charmaine
by Ema Kenyon |
Categories:
funny, humor, humorous,
Since the very moment I beckoned for you,
I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival,
counting the days until your acquirement.
I have checked for you time and time again,
perhaps I am too hasty.
I am growing so wary,
as I can feel that you are running late.
The generosity of time is running thin.
The clock is no friend of mine.
It is Friday now, and I am told you have arrived.
But ay, my love, it is 5pm.
The post office is closed. I have to get my package on Monday.
by Madison Balmont |
Categories:
depression, devotion, love, sad, sorrysorry, hate, sorry,
I hate the caution that directs me.
I wish you knowledge of all my wrong.
I'm sorry that I am.
Curse these selfish feelings.
And curse myself for hiding.
I hate that I bring pain,
And clear confusion.
I wish that I could share myself.
Days before you came, no words were worthy.
You give meaning to sense, and always give entirely.
I'm sorry that I lied, so sorry that I hide.
I wish that you have greatness.
And this is why I'm selfish,
To share with you my thoughts.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,
But I think I may just love you.
~Written in 2004 (Monday, 23rd, June) when I was fifteen.