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The Tryst

to Thailand shall i go
on a Monday and you
shall leave on
a Thursday
Friday will be perfect
as we begin
understanding what
lovely pretense
can do

in bed i shall not utter
your name
shall you too must not
forget
what name i have

we are strangers here
away from their hatred
we meet in the same room
like a planned accident

we choose no word
we do what needs to be done
in an instant
knowing the value of each passing hour
i shall drink the juiciest in you
you shall eat the tenderness in me

and then on a Sunday
we pact and be back to our routines
no calls
just remembering what feelings were.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Friday I'm In Love

I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love

song performed by by Cure
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My Rhyming Days

Free day Friday,
I like to think of Monday,
While I’m waiting for Sunday,
And swimming on Tuesday,
Drifting on Saturday,
Soon it’s Wednesday,

It’s free day Friday,
Homework Saturday,
Wear my glasses on Sunday,
Take them off on Monday,
Hold someone’s hand on Tuesday,
Do I have to marry someone in Wednesday?
And finally I drink a cup of water on Thursday,
Now I feel like frying things on Friday.

poem by Mmm Davis
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Ain't It A Shame (Demo, 1989)

Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Orginally By Leadbelly

song performed by by Nirvana
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True Life Drama

From Sunday to Monday,
From Monday to Tuesday,
From Tuesday to Wednesday,
From Wednesday to Thursday,
From Thursday to Friday,
And from Friday to Saturday! !
The klies of this world cannot teach me;
For it is like a true life drama.
Blacmailed and manipulated!
Toeavesdropp or to angage;
But let the truth always ease our minds from evil.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ain't It A Shame

song performed by by Nirvana
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Party People... Friday Night

Party, people, hey, its friday night
Were gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, hey, its friday night
Just another day, sitting watching the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, but it feels like its stopped
Wishing time away, pushing monday through to friday
Im dreaming of the crowd; everybodys hanging out
Soft tops down, and were pumping the sounds
I can feel the vibe as were cruising the town
I cant wait til friday comes around
When the working week is done, got my money, and now, Im gonna get
Some
Party, people, hey, its friday night
Were gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, hey, its friday night
So, you all ready?
We just keep rocking on
Feeling good
Just til the break of dawn
Do what I gotta do, Ill do what they say,
But I swear that ship is coming my way
Im gonna kiss this place goodbye
Im gonna chase my destiny
Im gonna make it friday every day
When the working week is done, got my money, and now, Im gonna get
Some
Party, people, hey, its friday night
Were gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, hey, its friday night
Party, people, hey, its friday night
Were gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, hey, its friday night
Bring, bring, telephone rings; tell me, baby, what youre saying
I know, sometimes, its hard to take it; trust me, baby, just believe
It
Monday, I know it goes so slow; tuesday, oh, I just dont know
Wednesday drives you crazy; thursdays over, man, its friday
Party, people, hey, its friday night
Were gonna rock this joint until the morning light
Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right
Forget monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, hey, its friday night

song performed by by 911
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Perfect Strangers

Everytime we meet
My heart skips a beat
Seems were perfect strangers
I cant understand
Whats inside of man
That makes us perfect strangers
Through all this time so lonely
All the people with nobody
With lifes misunderstanding
Feel Ive known you all my life
Theres something quite familiar in your eyes
A soul is calling
Do you ever wonder why?
Everytime we meet
A sympathetic beat
In the heart of strangers
Here the love it calls
But you dont know me at all
Seems were perfect strangers
Just like perfect strangers
Ever looked up to the sky
On a night so melancholy
See the angry world around you
Really need someone to talk to
Doesnt mind you feel so crazy
Wheres the understanding stranger
Or the understanding lover
I know therell come a day
When peace will touch the heart of you
Until then I will say
Open up your eyes
Youre not hypnotised
Were not really strangers
You dont understand
That in the heart of love
Theres no perfect strangers
Everytime we meet
A sympathetic beat
In the heart of strangers
Repeats...

song performed by by Kinks
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Saturday Night

(chuck cannon/jimmy stewart)
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y
I gotta get out of these coveralls
Theyre throwin a dance at the union hall
I just got paid so I got a little cash
I been workin all week gonna have me a blast
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I get my rest on sunday
But I have a little fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y
Im gonna wash and wax my truck
I got a date with lady luck
She gonna wear her dancin shoes
And we gonna get just a little footloose
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I get my rest on sunday
Then I have a little fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Well the band just played their last song
But me and my baby gonna party on, you know thats right
Gonna find another place with a neon light
Cant go home its saturday night
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I take my rest on sunday
Then I have a lot of fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r. all dressed up saturday night
S.a.t.u.r. ready saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y all dressed up, ready to go, come on baby lets hit the road

song performed by by Lonestar
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When I'm Feeling Blue (Days Of The Week)

When I'm feeling blue
I close my eyes and think of you
Standing by a pool
I hope that you remember too
On a lonely long and winding road
Hopelessly and lonely you're not alone
And all alone
When I'm feeling grey
I close my eyes and drift away...
On another day
But not today
Another day
On a lonely long and winding road
Hold me still and tell me I'm not alone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning comes
Sunday morning

song performed by by Travis
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Days Gone By....

Thursday.
got a headache on Wednesday
Tuesday was bad,
and Monday was unforgiving.
negative energies are always here with me.
There is a maggot feasting on the poisoned rat.
I poisoned it last week, and days are not
that efficient to kill it without seeing
another light.
It died inside the cabinet causing us
too much disturbance.

Friday, another poem.
I hate sadness. I expect redemption.
But Friday is another usual Friday.
It cannot forget that poisoned rat
that died on a Thursday.

Saturday, i will be away on a boat
crossing the sea towards an island

Sunday, again
there is no church, It is the mountain again
No, not Calvary.
It is my day with the working people.
I will eat with them
It is the day after my
5oth birthday

nothing big.50 is nothing
but a number inferior
to 60.
So what is the big deal?

i am still, no matter what,
lengthwise or
side-wise, i am still another
dust,

unseen fungus on
the scalp of another
unwashed head.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every Friday

Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.

But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.

I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.

But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.

On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.

On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.

But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.

More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Monday Comes Around

Friday, Monday, comes around
She's a girl with the weight of the world on her big brown eyes
She's a girl who's been talking to herself to apologize
She'll never do it again she promised
But then she hasn't been all that honest
Can she trust herself to be herself
Or is she talking to herself again
Hey Friday what you gonna do now
When Monday comes around
Hey Friday what you gonna do now
When Monday comes around
When Monday comes around
Come around, when Monday comes around
Monday comes wondering where do you run to find a second start
Where do you go when you're broke and alone and Friday falls apart
Yeah, yeah
All these questions are leaving her shaking
Can you be two girls in one
Can your heart bend this much without breaking
You know that you know and you can never have it both ways
Hey Friday what you gonna do now
When Monday comes around
Hey Friday what you gonna do now
When Monday comes around
When Monday comes around
Come around, when Monday comes around
Come around, when Monday comes around
Come around, when Monday comes around
Don't take it easy
Don't take it easy
Who says somebody's giving and taking, giving and taking
Everybody's taking away
(Monday comes around...)
Friday, Monday, comes around...

song performed by by Switchfoot
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Blue Monday

(Fats Domino)
Blue Monday how I hate Blue Monday
Got to work like a slave all day
Here come Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday
I'm so tired got no time to play
Here come Wednesday, I'm beat to my socks
My gal calls, got to tell her that I'm out
'Cause Thursday is a hard workin' day
And Friday I get my pay
Saturday mornin', oh Saturday mornin'
All my tiredness has gone away
Got my money and my honey
And I'm out on the stand to play
Sunday mornin' I'm feelin' bad
But it's worth it for the time that I had
But I've got to get my rest
'Cause Monday is a mess

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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7 Days

VERSE 1:
I'm in love with my man but it seems like everyone always asks me
How is it that we can work out
We got the type of ghetto love
We fuss and fight then we make up
I guess that's what it's all about
CUz time and time I tried to leave but
For him I get weak, I just can't let him go
And even though he gets to me
Seven days a week
We just can't get enough
And that's why
CHORUS:
On Monday we'll be breaking up
On Tuesday we'll be making up
Wednesday we'll be making love
On Thursday it just sleep all day
On Friday I give you room to play
Saturday, Sunday I just can't stay away
VERSE 2:
I just can't spend a day without him, sometimes my girls trip about it
But I don't care what they have to say
See, he don't have to buy me roses
He loves me and knows how to show it
He turns me on in every way
Day by day it seems to be that for him I get weak
I just can't let him go
And it's not that hard to see that
Seven days a week
We just can't get enough
And that's why
(CHORUS)
It's so hard for everyone to see I love him and he loves me
Seven days a week
I'm so down for him and
He's so down for me and
That's how we're gonna be
(On Sunday - Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thurdsay - Friday - Saturday)
It's gonna be; yeah
(REPEAT CHORUS 3x)

song performed by by Christina Milian
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Life And Death Of A Dead Man

A LIFE OF AN ALIVE MAN

monday: life
tuesday: life
wednesday: life
thursday: life
friday: life
saturday: life
sunday: church.

II.

A DEATH OF A DEAD MAN

monday: death
tuesday: death
wednesday: death
thursday: death
friday: death
saturday: death
sunday: church.

poem by Nicolas Grenier
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This Week

Monday I went fishing,
Tuesday I went near a well to do some wishing,
Wednesday my cat got lost,
Thursday on my car there was frost,
Friday I went to the beach,
Saturday my Mum got a job to teach,
Sunday I was bored,
and my Dad got a new car, a FORD!

poem by Aminah Abdul Rahim
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Long weeks, short weekends

Monday,
The week is spun
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
And the weekend is born

Saturday, Sunday
Back to square one
Where it all begun

Long weeks, short weekends
With no inclination of fun

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Seven Days Hath This Week

Seven days hath this week.
With a weekend that comes leaping in...
To leave us on Monday,
Squeezing every second left...
Before that routine kept we keep.

And those temperments begin,
Around noon during Tuesday's lunch.
With those discussing their company's losses!
And who they'd like to punch.

Then Wednesday arrives.
And all hell breaks loose.
Employees loudly argue...
One of them stole and drank,
A refrigerated juice.
Cuss words heard fly with no excuse.

Thursday everyone wants to amend over happy hour.
Apologizing for the spilled milk.
That should have never left anyone sour.

Plans are shared on Friday...
With no work anywhere to be done.

And Saturday secret lovers,
Finger their nakedness.
Going over what should be said...
When on Sunday when sunrise comes,
They sneak into bed normally shared with spouses.
Declaing a business meeting,
Has made them too tired...
For sex wished that is begged!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Week Workout

Monday, open your eyes
Tuesday, raise and shine
Wednesday, reach your arms
Thursday, stretch your patience
Friday, release the mind
Saturday, breathing out
Sunday, praise the Lord

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If I Was President

Election times coming.
Who you gonna vote for?
If I was President,
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Burried on Sunday, then go back to work on Monday.
If I was President, If I was President, If I was President
Instead of spendin' Billions on the war,
I could use that money so I can feed the poor.
Cause I know some so poor, when it rains that's when they shower
Screamin' "Fight the power!" That's when the vulture devours.
If I was President,
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Burried on Sunday. Then go back to work on Monday
If I was President, If I was President, If I was President.
I know some soldiers that sleep but they can't dream,
Wake up with screams, sounds of them succeed.
So take this medal of honor for your bravery,
I wish you the best care for you and your family.
If I was President,
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Burried on Sunday, then go back to work on Monday.
If I was President, If I was President, If I was President.
But the radio won't play this. They call it rebel music.
How can you refuse it? Children of Moses.
Tell the children the truth, the truth.
It's not all that bling that's dimonds.
Tell them the truth, the truth.
Most of yall wear cubics of zycomians.
Tell them the truth, the truth.
Your soldiers worth more than diamonds.
Yeah, If I was President
All blacks have reperation no segregation
Feed the nation until there's no famine Muslims, Jews, Christians
would all hold hands, every week on the beach party by the sand
Word up, take trips on Air Force One,
No need to bring no homless with no sneaks to Air Force One.
Better schools in the hood, better teachers for the classes,
making money, paying no taxes.
Find the best scientist tell'em come up with an answer, I want the
cure for aids and cancer. But I gotta watch my back sniper gonna
heal with the steel waitin for JFK.
If I was President, If I was President.
I'd get elected on Friday,
Assasinated on Saturday,
Burried on Sunday, then go back to work on Monday.
If I was President, If I was President.
I feel the rain comming let me play the guitar for them right now.
(let's go)
Rescue g's
Yeah!

song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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