All Days Are the Same

LOVERME By LOVERME, 11th Oct 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is about seven days of a week All days have some particular rapport with and for some. Here's my version

Poetry







Days All Are Same


Never dread any day

All days are equal

It’s only that ones thinking

Makes it so


What of Monday you say

Sunday is a day of rest

For many

For some it’s a day

To earn more than a penny


Some get angry on Tuesdays

Some cry on the Wednesday night,

Thursdays mostly are happy and bright.


Then the sweetest day of em all,

Is Friday

When young,

Ah! Beautiful girls

Look tall

And

their assets,I'm told the display

In UK...


Then the damn dreaded Saturday,

You know the Asiatic think,

It’s the day towards

Heaven to go,
so they sink.

Then we start all over and again

Monday arrives once again

And as usual

You have to mention

Your refrain

Wow!

Monday again!




So ends another week

How sad .

Yet another week
would be one of hope.

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Calendar, Calendar Year, Days, Time, Timelessness, Week, Weekend

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author avatar Synthaea
12th Oct 2010 (#)

I think 'quaint' is the adjective I shall attribute to this poem today :D

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author avatar Ecafl1p
16th Oct 2010 (#)

I advice you to listen the song: Nine Inch Nails - Everyday is exactly the same.

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author avatar Synthaea
16th Oct 2010 (#)

NIN are quite brilliant on occasion.

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author avatar LOVERME
3rd Oct 2016 (#)

Days All Are Same


Never dread any day

All days are equal

It’s only that ones thinking

Makes it so


What of Monday you say

Sunday is a day of rest

For many

For some it’s a day

To earn more than a penny


Some get angry on Tuesdays

Some cry on the Wednesday night,

Thursdays mostly are happy and bright.


Then the sweetest day of em all,

Is Friday

When young,

Ah! Beautiful girls

Look tall

And

their assets,I'm told the display

In UK...


Then the damn dreaded Saturday,

You know the Asiatic think,

It’s the day towards

Heaven to go,
so they sink.

Then we start all over and again

Monday arrives once again

And as usual

You have to mention

Your refrain

Wow!

Monday again!




So ends another week

How sad .

Yet another week
would be one of hope.

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author avatar LOVERME
1st May 2019 (#)

1157 screamed you will
a scary dream, what an imagination. We all have dreams and very few remember these, but if you wake up, wow you can scream
poetry

The naked night

In the middle of the night
there was some noise,
though very slight
my hair stood on end with fright
who was it
that was my plight a
all alone stark naked
as i lay aright
was in the middle of last night all alone
I was all by myself
in the wild plateaux,
starkness clouded the sight
‘twas like being in the deserted night
then the door opened shouted with my entire mite
but silence broke through
as there was no delight
and my dream was buried
in that midnight

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