Lazy Days – Poem

A view from the lake I always walk around.

Watching TV in the day,

Reading books and thinking,

Chilling out and making mess,

Splashing puddles, sinking.

Having not a care today,

Doing what I want,

Writing emails, catching up,

Not bothered by the font.

Receiving a letter promising a fortune,

Ripping it up with glee,

Appreciating things I found,

Momentos from my history.

Holiday photos from days gone by,

Cheering up my day,

I really needed a lazy time,

And that time is today.

October Me

Time moves on. Halloween beckons.

October me likes conkers,

The leaves turn brown and red,

October me likes duvets,

And laying longer in my bed.

October me is happiest,

When wrapped up warm and snug,

October me spend lots of time,

Avoiding all kinds of bug.

With vitamins and hot tea,

You’ll find October me.

All snug in front of TV shows,

Through October, that’s where I’ll be.

I wonder what you’re doing,

Where is October you?

I bet you love the cold as well,

A time for roasts and stew.

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That Sunday Feeling

Do you ever get that Sunday feeling? After a long working week I just want to kick back and chill on Sundays. I want to devour roast dinners and watch plenty of TV series.

This poem celebrates all things Sunday related. It also considers the sense of doom that comes with a Monday morning. Having Monday looming over me is the downside of Sunday. Never mind. All good things come to an end. Make the most of your weekends while you can. Give yourself some worthwhile me time and rest those aching bones.

The weekend is full of joy,

Much needed sleep and rest,

On Saturday I get stuff done,

For me that day’s the best!

The weekend is a chance to chill,

And watch TV and browse,

But Sunday brings its own delights,

Like cleaning half the house.

Take me back to the seaside.

On Saturday I shop and dance,

I try to workout and be fitter,

But Sunday brings a different vibe,

That sometimes makes me bitter.

Because Monday follows Sunday quick,

And preparations for the work week start,

I wish we had three day weekends,

More time for fun and art.

Reality brings chores and angst,

As ironing and planning fill my days,

But Monday you don’t own me,

With your taunting, stirring ways.

On Sunday I can still kick back,

And eat bacon sandwiches in bed,

I see you Monday, glare at me,

You’re messing with my head!

Thank you for taking the time to read my ‘That Sunday feeling’ poem. Please consider following my blog for similar poems in future. Here is one such poem – Sunday Blues – for you to devour.