Mondays are always blue
Tuesdays proved to be so too
never can find a way
to make it safely through
Wednesdays they came and went
now all the money's spent
yet wouldn't you know
it never even made a dent
Thursdays became a bust
and Fridays I just can't trust
they always let me down
leave me in the dust
Saturdays are shadow play
what more can I say
the less said the better
best forgotten anyway
but Sunday I look forward to
it's my day of rest
my salvation too
the one I love the best
tho' twenty-four seven's
OK for some
I'll get by
with twenty-four one
"It's RUBY TUESDAY night" declared Charlie.
Why do yer call it that when it's ruby murray for curry?" retorts Steve.
"It's coz we 'ave it on Tuesdays that's why mate" replies Charlie.
Steve shakes his head "But Charlie, we do 'ave it on Saturday nights too."
Charlie laughs."Last one your ANGIE cooked, my guts felt like WILD HORSES were stampeding inside and lets say it wasn't quiet the TUMBLIN' DICE coming out the other end either."
"Too much info there Charlie boy and if she hears yer say that you'll get more than a clip round the ear, bunch of fives more like. You still helping me decorate Jades bedroom this weekend? She wants us to PAINT IT BLACK" asks Steve.
"Black? ain't that gonna be dark and make it feel smaller?" Charlie asks.
Steve sighs "Yeah, probably, it's her space so she can have it. Not my choice but YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT even in yer own house when yer surrounded by HONKY TONK WOMEN. Anyway, gotta get this splinter out that's UNDER MY THUMB from sanding down the skirting. Sort that, grab a beer and play THE ROLLING STONES cd the Mrs got for me birthday. See ya later mate".
Without making a single sound,
a ball of yarn, my cat unwound.
Meanwhile, my dog had more to say,
whiling away the gray Tuesday.
Barking loudly, he buried a bone.
I whispered sadly on the phone.
tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
pulled back on the book i was reading
as if its yawn was bigger
than the one i had borrowed from you
only an hour earlier
we both laughed
remembering the days when you
touched one elbow
to the other behind your back
and challenged me
knowing it would never happen
it was raining when you left
then looked back, tilting your umbrella
like a military salute
after a wave and blown kiss from me
i pulled on the front and back covers
of my book
touching one to the other
as if they were elbows
meeting behind my back
the taxi pulled from the curb
before i could show how my book
and you
could do what i dreamed of
between pages 78 and 79
tuesday morning.
~tolbert~
little things
today
lets use lots of words
to say little things
we can lay four-word sentences
beneath paragraphs
and put exclamation points
in places normally reserved for commas
we can say ‘tuesday’
several times
and call dandelions beautiful
we can wonder why ‘morose’
is not a color
and accentuate the wrong part
of three-syllable words
lets use lots of words
to say little things
today
tomorrow will be here soon enough
and words are reusable
‘tuesday’...
dandelions are beautiful
on tuesday
tolbert
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
Something might occur to push you over the brink
There’s a famine in the fields that once gave grain
Famine’s in the fields that once gave grain
And the peasants in the village have gone insane
How come my love doesn’t look at me no more?
Tell me why my love won’t look at me anymore
Last night, she gave me detailed directions to the door
A blood moon waxing and the sun is black with shame
Bloody moon waxing, while the sun is black with shame
Look up at the stars — you can see the Fates know your name
Key is turned and the missiles are comin’ on home
When that key is turned, the missiles will be comin’ on home
And we’ll forget all the words for the things we’ve ever known
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
So taste the last rays of love on your lips like a drink
tuesday morning laundry
.
he had waded out into the waters
del mar in the morning was quiet
and he certainly was not on the sea of galilee
.
he had a pole in his hand
and stood quietly still before the lapping sea
ankle deep,
just enough that i could see he wasn’t standing on top
of the waves
.
the rising morning sun cast a nice reflection
on the water-beaten sand and there he stood
perpendicular to himself
.
and that’s where i saw him
ridiculed
in the midst of defiant waves
.
it had to happen soon
as the rising sun folded into a colorful collage
the sky told him that he had never met Jesus
.
then colors dipped into a flowing sky
soft seafoam poured onto the sand
as the fisherman stood empty handed
.
his untested pole pointed to heaven
while perpendicular to himself
he stood quietly still on the smooth sand
.
as the morning unfolded
like laundry on a tuesday morning
until, repentant, he wept
.
at last the golden sunset
wept into the sea until darkness prevailed
and the sound of breaking waves
.
was only silence
.
.
© tolbert
Fat Tuesday
twelve hours remain~ to find a gluten free fausnacht!
On Tuesday.
I would lie on the floor.
There’s not much else.
Except the fan on the ceiling.
He can’t clean the house or cook dinner.
He just keeps it a little too cold.
On Wednesday.
Someone could be under my bed.
I wouldn’t know, I’m asleep.
I wouldn’t know, I’m hungry.
On Thursday.
I had some leftovers in the fridge.
I don’t remember where they came from.
My phone says it’s 11:34 am.
There’s not much else to eat.
The food is mysterious.
Hunger.
Not much else.
On Friday.
If that cookie fell on the floor.
I would want to eat it.
They told me not to.
So I feel twitchy.
Whoever told me that.
Told me long ago.
They might have died.
Long ago.
On Saturday.
If I could find something in the pantry.
I would eat it.
At the grocery store is where they are.
They will stare at me.
And laugh that I haven’t eaten in days.
So I went the store at 2:30 am.
When it is closed.
And cry in the parking lot.
When my heart is full
And my spirit is overwhelmed
Not a drop of blood
Can drip from my pen.
Did you ever have a bro?
The one that can't say no!
C U Next Tuesday!
The one you should confront.
He's a good looking _____!
C U Next Tuesday!
You make the call at home.
You get his answerphone!
C U Next Tuesday!
You know the one, the clown.
The one that lets you down.
C U Next Tuesday!
So when you go the pub.
The one that don't turn up!
C U Next Tuesday!
Agree to meet at 9.
He does this all the time!
C U Next Tuesday!
You know the one, the mate.
The one that's always late!
C U Next Tuesday!
When you arrange to meet.
Something he don't complete!
C U Next Tuesday!
The one with the great idea.
But he isn't here!
C U Next Tuesday!
You know the one, the man.
Who made a Masterplan!
C U Next Tuesday!
He just gives things a miss.
When he agreed to this!
C U Next Tuesday!
You Know the one, my friend.
The one I will defend!
C U Next Tuesday.
He is the nicest guy.
And I just don't know why!
C U Next Tuesday!
I wouldn't change a thing.
He is my everything!!
See him next Tuesday!!x
I awaken to shadows
outside a soft patter
the emerald lawn glistens
a screen glows
laptop on table
waiting for a new poem
the day begins
with a whisper
solitude's embrace
with a whisper
the day begins
waiting for a new poem
laptop on table
a screen glows
the emerald lawn glistens
outside a soft patter
I awaken to shadows
a mouse ponders time and distance....the cheese beckons
Sunshine smiled one Tuesday morning ~
Its a sign for a bright beginning
October 17, 2023 PST, RPBC
God showed up Tuesday
Walked slowly amid His children
Found the doors to his houses locked
The poor huddled in the shadows
Of bell towers that called to no one
Listened to the empty words
Of robed and soul-less orators
Droning in a deafening silence
God wept on Tuesday
Unrecognized
Shunned when he inquired:
“Do you love one another?”
Escorted from the premises
When he whispered:
“Why have you forsaken Me?”
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