Here comes Friday

And with morning three words came
'Here comes Friday' my waking eye
with silent whisper
said, I beamed
The sunshine decided September
had still more summer to give
warmth remaining
here it seemed
And outside my window the golden one
waved gregariously from the East
with its hat on
Comfort gleaned

Friday the third

No other reason
than Friday the third
for writing this verse
which might seem absurd
but then inspiration
will seldom conform
and will on occasion
stray from the norm
And this is the latter
with lines droll and witty
for Friday the third
and this little ditty

Tri-sedoka V – Friday

I long for Friday
as when it arrives each week
I can relax into the
knowledge that for the
next two days time slows right down
and all of this time is mine

Seven days revisited #5 (Friday)

Finally with
Relief
I
Descend into
Another weekend with a welcoming
Yell!

Breathe deep Friday haiku

No.6 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

Breathe deep the Friday
Take in its welcome presence
For the weekend looms

Just as well

It felt just like the weekend
and for me that’s what it was

Fridays

Fridays come and Fridays go
and most of them are great
But today’s an extra special one
Now here, well worth the wait

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Wrung out
And strung out,
Tipped over
Contents running
Off the edge,
Wasted and dripping

Friday Night

creative sparks soar
balloons let loose, by a child
chill breeze, soul flutters

For Friday…

Finally with

Relief

I

Descend into

Another weekend with a welcoming

Yell

Quiet Friday

(via Pinterest, click to see)

It’s a quiet day today, for a Friday

But it’s a nice thing to know people still

Observe some of the old ways, reverence and worship

I’m not kin of the people of the cross but I respect

And I even believe

A quiet Friday, so much like my usual Sundays

Spent at my cube, alone in my corner at work

A peaceful time to contemplate all the complexities of the living

Persona Poem: Rory Jansen

At that point, everything I’ve ever wanted is

Staring me in the face. These words are so

Close to the time of Hemingway I could feel

Myself sitting in that coffeeshop next to him—

Maybe with Gertrude Stein on my right. They

Aren’t my words though—but they could be—

I could write this, I could string a few words

Together that turn into the compilation that