Posts tagged ‘friday’

September 24, 2021

Here comes Friday

by Jem Croucher
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

September 3, 2021

Friday the third

by Jem Croucher
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

February 26, 2021

Tri-sedoka V – Friday

by Jem Croucher

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

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December 20, 2019

Seven days revisited #5 (Friday)

by Jem Croucher

Finally with
Descend into
Another weekend with a welcoming

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February 22, 2019

Breathe deep Friday haiku

by Jem Croucher

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

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

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November 24, 2017

Just as well

by Jem Croucher

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

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August 4, 2017


by Jem Croucher

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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July 26, 2014


by dokurtybitz

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

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July 25, 2014

Friday Night

by Venkat

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

July 25, 2014

For Friday…

by Jem Croucher

Finally with



Descend into

Another weekend with a welcoming


March 29, 2013

Quiet Friday

by Devina

(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

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February 22, 2013

Persona Poem: Rory Jansen

by ashcam24

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

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