Thoughts On the Morning After Halloween
by
Greg Pincus
March always comes in like a fierce, hungry lion,
Roaring so loud that I quake.
And now I remember
That every November
Comes in like a huge stomach ache.
I hope you had a wonderful Halloween evening and that you didn't eat too much candy. I was very, very good on the eating front... though we ran out of candy on the delivering end! Eeps!
Today is not only November 1st, but it's also Poetry Friday, and you can find the roundup over at TeacherDance. Check it out, I say to you!
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Showing posts with label non-holiday poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label non-holiday poem. Show all posts
Friday, November 01, 2013
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
January 2nd Speaks - a non-holiday poem
January 2nd Speaks
by
Greg Pincus
Yesterday came and folks burst into song,
Yet nobody's cheering when I come along.
I don't get confetti. I get no parade.
A movie about me has never been made.
I've tried bringing sun, bringing snow, bringing rain.
It just doesn't matter: I don't rate champagne.
In some ways I'm lucky - at least I'm a date...
But always the second's a frustrating fate.
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by
Greg Pincus
Yesterday came and folks burst into song,
Yet nobody's cheering when I come along.
I don't get confetti. I get no parade.
A movie about me has never been made.
I've tried bringing sun, bringing snow, bringing rain.
It just doesn't matter: I don't rate champagne.
In some ways I'm lucky - at least I'm a date...
But always the second's a frustrating fate.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
A Message from Saturday the 14th - a non-holiday poem
A Message from Saturday the 14th
by
Greg Pincus
You see? You’re still here.
There was nothing to fear.
The 13th is a terrible tease.
And me? I’ve been waiting,
Anticipating...
Relaxed as a bird on the breeze.
I know I could mention
I get no attention,
Yet truly, it doesn’t annoy me.
And so I just say,
“I’m a fabulous day.
Don’t waste me, my friends. Enjoy me!”
I was gonna dazzle y'all with a fancy word for the fear of the number 14 instead of the standard triskaidekaphobia comment... but it turns out there isn't a real term. Man, the 13th really does get all the attention. So unfair....
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by
Greg Pincus
You see? You’re still here.
There was nothing to fear.
The 13th is a terrible tease.
And me? I’ve been waiting,
Anticipating...
Relaxed as a bird on the breeze.
I know I could mention
I get no attention,
Yet truly, it doesn’t annoy me.
And so I just say,
“I’m a fabulous day.
Don’t waste me, my friends. Enjoy me!”
I was gonna dazzle y'all with a fancy word for the fear of the number 14 instead of the standard triskaidekaphobia comment... but it turns out there isn't a real term. Man, the 13th really does get all the attention. So unfair....
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