That Monday Mood
Stay drunk
stay dreaming
elated and erased
Stay beautiful
stay hopeful
irrelevant and safe.
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Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Don’t Go Quietly Into That Good Morning
Rise
writhe
and riot
We don’t have to settle for
lives of regret
longing
and quiet
We can still
seize
grapple
and grasp
lost tendrils of
hope
the us we
remember
those fleeting shades of
our past.
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Mornin’, folks. Looks like Monday is at it again. Still, despite being stuck on that weekly wheel, we don’t have to just go with the grind. Wrote a little something that I hope reminds you that there’s still plenty of time to do what you wanna do and be who you wanna be. That’s right, it’s just a lil’ Monday motivation from the likes of me. Hope you enjoy.
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Self-Analysis
Self Analysis
I’m Rorschach-ing my
coffee stains
searching
in
spills for signs
if
I’m insane
questioning routines,
the rush,
the strains,
seeking signs of illness
or if
I’m just addicted to
my
pains
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Well, it’s Monday again, folks. Got an early start to this week with a little introspection and a bit of wondering about how to pull myself on through the work week. The answer? Something strong in the morning to get me up and into my day and something even stronger at night to put me down and keep me that way till the cycle starts all over again. Sort of a fail-proof plan, I’d say.
Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight!
Well-Meaning Monday
No good deed goes unpunished
no dreamer finds
the time to sleep
and we of the tender hearts
are only that way from
being beat
Crawling out of our problems
hiking the high road to our
personal hells
digging our own little graves
while we’re busy
digging everyone else’s
shiny little wells
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Welcome to Monday, folks. Here’s a little rewrite from 2016 to get your day started. They say the road to hell’s paved with good intentions. Personally, I think that applies to most highways, too. Yet to find someone making an early morning commute who wouldn’t rather be some place they ain’t.
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
When Monday Is Mandatory
Echo back
and break my heart
we were doomed
we were doomed
from the start
from the start
The hobbled horse
the impoverished dark
we were doomed
we were doomed
from the start
from the start
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Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Life (In Layman’s Terms)
Life (In Layman’s Terms) #1
It’s a rut.
The tire dug a hole and
then got stuck.
You can rock it,
forward and reverse,
but grooves manufactured only
make the damned thing
all the worse.
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Monday again, folks. Well, I sure as heck can’t keep it another work week from coming, but hopefully I came make it a little better. The poem above is from a few scrap ideas that I’ve enjoyed, and I thought you might like them to. Simple to understand and gets to the point of it, I’d like to think.
If that guy above just isn’t doing the job for ya, maybe checking out my Pintrest will brighten your Monday right on up. You can find it here, and be sure to let me know if you enjoy!
http://www.pinterest.com/Procrastitorian/make-monday-a-little-easier/
Well, as usual, I hope your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Off To the Races
Face it
We’re all lined up
stuck at the gate
alarms go off and
we chase it
Hounds horses
humans
led by with
jockeys horns
lures
We can accept
love hate it
but in the end
we’re all just
retired worn
jaded.
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Another day another dollar, folks. Monday’s come back around the track again but, never fear, I’ve got that little scrap up there and then, of course, a little bit of humor always stuck down here. Hope you enjoyed it and, if you’re looking for something to help you ease off the reigns, be sure to check out my old Monday poems and pintrest board via the links below.
As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Bitter Whine
Mornings like this
make me wonder
why I ever
gave
drinking up,
why I traded in
my shot glass
and took up
that
coffee mug.
Shoulda joined
the band at the bar
could’ve been famous
drinking
whiskey all the time,
but I had to go
and get educated so
now all I ever have to
drink
is this bitter whine.
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Mornin’, Folks. It’s Monday again, isn’t it? I’ve tried to ignore that fact myself. However, it’s there all the same. Hope this little re-write from 2017 gives you a little something to smile at in the morning.
As for myself, I think I’ll have a bit of chateau de suck-it-up, and try my best to make it through the day
As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
In need of a bit more Monday inspiration? Check out the links below:
Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board
Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain
Weary Words
I ask for nothing
save for a place to stay
and if I may not
perhaps
my weary words may
for these words have traveled
beyond their age
and will carry on for miles
beyond my days.
This fun little snippet is somewhat of a personal one – I’ve been writing it on the cover pages of notebooks and journals since my teens (which was a small eon ago). I figured I’d throw something a bit special up for this resurrection post. I’m looking forward to tossing out a few words and connecting with you all some more – don’t forget to check out the collaboration page for my fellow writers out there.
As always, I hope your Monday flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
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