Friday by Theresa Ann Moore

Friday by Theresa Ann Moore

Friday is a day of the week
That gives employment a break
TGIF is an acronym for relief
Releasing you from a mind ache

Friday is a day that concludes
Never again to be renewed
ABC appropriately describes…
It’s like gum that’s already been chewed

Friday is a pause that offers
A space that is temporally free
It improves the current flow
Whether you are AC and DC

LOL and enjoy the weekend
Breathe deep and smile
Monday is two days away…
So unwind your mind for awhile

Friday’s at yours by Shannon

Friday’s at yours by Shannon

Friday’s at yours.
Friday’s at yours are special to me
Whether we’re going out to the theatre
Whether we stay in to watch movies
Friday’s at yours are special to me
It always starts with tea and ends with a kiss
and theres always a cuddle or three
Friday’s at yours are special to me
You are my stormboy
You are my light
Friday’s at yours are special to me
You are all my favourite love songs
You are the epitome of safety and fearless
Friday’s at yours are special to me
Curled up, no matter where we go
In your arms safe and calm and happy and
free.
Friday’s at yours are special to me
We laugh and kiss and look and love
We discover new things about each other.
Friday’s at yours are special to me
you play with my hair and I scratch your back
and we kiss like nobody else exists
Friday’s at yours are special to me
you walk me out in just your socks,
kiss me tenderly,
wave goodbye.
Friday’s at yours are special to me
Going home, leaving you alone in your room
kills me. all I wish is to fall asleep in your arms and
not have to wake up
alone
Friday’s at yours are special to me
i get home and we’re still talking
talk until we fall asleep
alone
but happy
Friday’s at yours are special to me
A Bird Came Down the Walk

A Bird Came Down the Walk

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,–
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

Emily Dickinson. “A Bird Came Down The Walk.” 

A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost. “A Minor Bird.” 

The Tyger by William Blake

The Tyger by William Blake

The Tyger By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears 
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?