Two commandments
seemingly at odds with one another.
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poetry
Every Monday should be a holiday
Every single Monday
should be a holiday.
Then nobody
would dread a Monday.
Of course,
the evil day
would then be
those darn Tuesdays.
Coworkers
would ask you –
is it a case
of the Tuesday blues?
And I’m sure
we would get greedy –
four days off
sound better than just three.
So why not
include Friday?
Yeah, the weekend will be
Friday through Monday.
And Tuesdays
will have the Tuesday blues.
A three day work schedule
for me – how about you?
And that my friend
is why every Monday
cannot always be
a blessed holiday.
© 2013 ck’s days
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Pacing
Anxiety and worry
I tend to wear on my shoulder
Still I carry on
like a frightened soldier.
Sleep will not come
for the troubled and concerned heart.
The load is heavy
when adversity will not part.
A rut in the floor
will be impressed soon enough
as I search for answers
primarily filled with love.
Answers elude me
when I try to find them alone.
This is more than
I can ever do on my own.
My troubles make me
pace a thousand times or more
but no peace comes
until my knees hit the floor.
The answer comes,
“Your troubles I will keep.
Rest now child,
it is time for you to sleep.”
© 2013 ck’s days
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Why Certain Chairs, uh, Rock
I could not get to sleep,
I could not sleep, boo-hoo-hoo.
I could not get to sleep
so after night number two
I went to extremes
I dug out my old rocking chair
from storage in the extra room
I kinda keep old clothes there.
One by One
The Place I Intend To Be
by Suzy Wordmuser: http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/
Chasing rainbows
such a pointless task
pretty as they are
there’s nothing to hold
just a fleeting moment
a desire for something
that never was
could never be
would not satisfy
my human mind
my body of flesh
I never run
to find the worthless
I pursue
with slow intent
those things
that have value
that make sense to me
and have become my world
My imaginings
are never empty
or fleeting
they are unbroken plans
a vision
made from years
of hard work
starting
from nothing
ending with
everything
That place I intend to reach
I surely will
Take a Picture
I finally realize
that I can’t believe my eyes
when I’m looking in the mirror
the image ain’t always clearer.
Lost Love
My New Year resolution
December 26
Excuse me
for not being witty
today.
Melancholy
describes me
today.
No more celebration,
or anticipation
today.
It can’t stay
so tucked away
today.
As for me,
I feel gloomy
Today.
Just today, see.
I will be happy
tomorrow.
© 2013 ck’s days
