Monday? Not again!

Posted in Mondays

“So, Monday:
We meet again!”

Monday? Not again!

I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you

Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee!

So Monday, we meet again!

Posted in Mondays

“So, Monday, we meet again!”

So Monday, we meet again!

I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you

Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee

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Monday: Another Bloody Monday

Posted in Mondays

“This has been such a Monday! I wish I stayed in bed, and I wish that yesterday had never happened” Lisa Mantchev

Monday: Another Bloody Monday

Couldn’t sleep
So I woke up early
Still oh so tired
Logged on to my computer
Surprisingly, nothing worked
Tried and re-tried
Booted, hooted, shouted
Unfortunately to no end
The whole network was down
I was cut off,
From the world!
Another bloody Monday
Has just reared its ugly head…
…again

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Monday Bloody Monday

Posted in Mondays

“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”

Monday Bloody Monday

Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day

My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing

No use in struggle or fighting 
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment

Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive

Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?

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Bitch Perfect for Freaky Friday

Posted in Freaky Friday

“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale,
perfect, everything else,
I am just being myself”
Rebecca Loos

Bitch Perfect

Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind

You may find me..

Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush

You may see me…

Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest

You may catch me…

Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can

Now you may see me…

In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can

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A Code to Joy or 2017 06 27 52 aka Happy Birthday to Me!

Posted in Birthday Celebration

“All right, it’s worked so far, but we’re not out yet”
Dr McCoy, Star Trek

A Code to Joy or 2017 06 27 52

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Ciphered code:
2017 06 27 52

A lottery number?
You may have won!
No, not in this mode
Just fall back to slumber

Nothing too cryptic
Nothing remotely close to apocalyptic
But, a date of some importance
At least for where I take my stance

Today, turning fifty one
Feeling, like a phaser on stun
Pardon the Star Trek pun
Being La Gun, is still lots of fun

So:
Happy Birthday to me-ee!

What, is Poetry?

Posted in Simply Poetry

“Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
― Leonard Cohen

What, is Poetry?

What, is poetry?
A bird singing in the trees
A child playing in the streets
A loved one being seen

What, is poetry?
Rain fall, on a summer’s day
A relative, who came to stay
A new kitten, hard at play

What, is poetry?
A new shiny handbag
A day of feeling sad
Good company, in your tiny flat

What, is poetry?
A shadow on the wall at night
A choice to leave from a fight
Someone’s whisper, of a word of kind

What, is poetry?
A fading memory, making you smile
An old song, making you want to jive
A co-worker, giving you a high five

What, is poetry?
A beautiful display, outside the window
A messy hair, where the wind blows
Success, when you finally learnt to sow

What, is poetry?
Simply life,
With a touch of strife
And whether you choose, to smile

Order (six)

Posted in the Daily Post: Order

“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

Did you order a seat in the Sun or Shadow?

“Welcome Madam
My name is Adam
I will be your host
For this evening most
Did you want to place your order?
Maybe sit on the sunny side
Or the shadows now taller?
What ever you choose
There is no way you lose
Be your order
Tall or shorter”

Order (five)

Posted in the Daily Post: Order

“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

Pipes are Piping, in Order

When the pipes are piping
The tears are a wiping
There is no room for fighting
Just the orderly sound
Of those pipes a piping

Order (three)

Posted in the Daily Post: Order

“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
― José Saramago

Order (TDP)

One Size Fits: Order Now!

“One size fits all!
Order now and go to the ball!”

The ad kept on repeating
My shoe desire re-heating

Boiling,
Thinking myself spoiling
Finally
And quite decidedly:

“What do I have to lose?

For when in Greece,
Enjoy the streets
In a nice pair
Of new leather shoes