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Poetry Submissions for Week Of February 16, 2003
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HERE COMES THE SUN and A DAY FOR LOVING
HERE COMES THE SUN
©almezzina 2/9/03
It’s cold and damp and gloomy gray
the same as it was yesterday
and like it was the day before
and it may be, forevermore.
Still, from the gloom I hear someone
rise up to say, "Here comes the sun".
I listen, finding I can cope
with a continued sense of hope.
Because I know day follows night
and after dark there will be light,
the chill and grayness I will bear
and I don’t let myself despair.
For soon enough the sun will rise
to brighten all before my eyes
and I will relish and revere
until it next will disappear.
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AWAITING THE SUN
A light at the end of the tunnel
A silver lining in every cloud
After every storm a rainbow
The list goes on and on
It seems in this life it is true
Among failed hopes and shattered dreams
There is some merit to what is said
That it is always darkest before dawn
So in those difficult and troubled times
And it seems like the darkest of nights
Somehow you know HERE COMES THE SUN
It was shining somewhere all along.
Kerry
2-16-03
(ADLEBLANC)
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EVERYDAY FOR LOVING
Love is not only for sweethearts
It goes far beyond romance.
But with any kind of love you must know
On heartaches you are taking a chance.
You love your children but their pain is yours;
A sibling....nothing else can replace.
The love for parents always endures
Throughout all time and space.
You love your friends
Even if friendships end, leaving you with nothing.
And a lover true is a gift to the end...
Everyday should be for loving!
Kerry
2-16-03
(ADLEBLANC)
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OVERCAST ATTITUDES
Day after day after day
of gray skies
sapping energy,
making overcast
attitudes overreact.
Boredom can attack
with a prodigious
streak of mean
for no apparent reason.
Sanity pleads for relief
to dry out soggy spirits
numb with dreariness.
Please let us hear,
"Here comes the sun!"
pretty soon.
Louise Brogan
2/10/3
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A DAY FOR LOVING
Monday should be a day for loving
to ease those back to work blues.
Tuesday should be a day for loving
to appease the need.
Wednesday should be a day for loving
to squeeze up over that hump.
Thursday should be a day for loving
to tease the week along.
Friday should be a day for loving
to breeze into the weekend.
Saturday should be a day for loving
to seize the freedom from routine.
Sunday should be a day for loving
to please the spirit with peace.
Louise Brogan
2/10/3
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HERE COMES THE SUN!
Peeling back the layers
Of this winters onion.
Gray skies of disappointment
Nettle like a bunion.
Bleak February for a year
Petty meanness set the tone.
Gray skies and black lies
Have cut right to the bone.
A new page I'm turning
Leaving the pejorative
To stew in their own juice,
Seeking life's restorative.
This goose is cutting loose!
February 12, 2003 SLM©
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A DAY FOR LOVIN'
Curled up spoon fashion
Warm against his back
Time stretched lazily
In our quilt covered sack.
Egyptian cotton sheets
Crisp from the clothesline.
Ozone fresh fragrance,
For those times I pine.
Sundays were the best,
Uninterrupted, vast.
Newspaper coffee mornings,
Destined not to last.
I kiss his bald spot,
When I serve up his eggs.
We talk of the Sunday news,
His hand strokes my legs.
One thing leads to another
Breakfast congeals on the plate.
Sunday is still young,
When his kiss seals my fate.
February 11, 2003 SLM ©
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Here Comes The Sun
How dependent we are upon the weather.
It determines much of what we do.
Many events have been cancelled or postponed
Until the sun came shining through.
Often we feel depressed or gloomy
Whenever skies are cloudy and gray.
There is nothing like seeing the sun
To chase the moody blues away.
Many a picnic outdoors has been ruined
By a sudden downpour of rain.
Such unfortunate parties and events
Left disappointments and much pain.
After a winter of gray and overcast skies,
Folks are ready for some fun.
They done shorts and bathing suits
As they shout, "Here comes the sun!"
C. 2003 MeriRiter
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Kerry Cunningham / adleblanc@aol.com