June moon ascends poised to the east
proposing a most beauteous feast
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June blooms embellish my world,
beauty abounds in all its vibrant hues
~ happiness does grow in gardens
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magnolia
sunsets and love
memories of june
I thought I heard
an island siren croon
a sophisticated tune
with words in song
about the moon in June
as a big bright
and bold balloon
enchanting music
captured me
shipwrecked
my heart is all at sea
or am I wrong
imagining things
it's only the waves
and the wind that sings
A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.
You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing span
You never got to tell him
that you only wished to follow
in that Cessna Skylane
one three-pronged tragedy
became the axis
around which the rest of your stories
would turn
one sorrowful night
changed who you were
forever
and by the time I came along
all your fire
ferocity,
passion
had crashed into electric wire
erupted into flames
had been decapitated
and so it is left to me
to honor your mother,
and your brother
in ways you never taught me
but I learned anyway.
And I will ignore
the memory of Grandpa George,
because he crashed that damn plane
on purpose…
or did he?
The wages of sin are death
Yet I am dying for you
Dream lover you’re the best
Even if I never find you
You allow me to thrive
My heart fueled by your idea
Smiles from ebony eyes
With hopes to hold you near
I feel uncertain of my fate
That I should ever be yours
But despite I dream of days
We will be together in the Lord
Butterflies ballet in the garden
Red roses bloom this June
I long for sinful pardon
As I desire and hope for you
Be my mahogany muse today
Keep me in safe in heart
Like blue bird I’ll fly away
When love in our soul starts
A Drink of Let Go
Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun
I can't let go
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on instantaneously
To each others soul
Maybe she can help Maybe setup my life
Maybe I can live again and always do whats right
But I am really living in someone else's dream
Iam seen praying to a human replicator
Praying not to be changed
Serving mischief
Marinated reefer
Wrapped up and traded for gunpowder
The money man
Final wish
Shark food
daisies in bright skirts -
bees in yellow jackets
come courting
Summer solstice in June means sun will play
all day its longest; soon
it is coming on its way -
and this year on a Friday.
Flying crazed into the summer night
Diving, crashing — what a sight!
The people, they shriek;
Cover they seek,
Slapped in the face by one’s flight.
They came to visit me in my dream, telling me that they are everywhere, but no one can see them.
They are like stardust, able to move in the wind just like particles.
They live on different planets, and explained a little of their life above and around.
They are nice and very smart; they talked and walked just like us, but look different, in a way that is hard to explain.
They are here and there, watching everywhere.
Their ability to communicate with so much smarts, left me in shock.
Then I awoke, looked at my watch at 444, wondering was that a dream or visit from above.
Lifting prayers to God, sending love and positive energy to all that can hear.
with the monsoon rains,
a green June bug came whirring,
to our living room~
my smart cat after playing,
gulped down this hapless victim.
My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug”
Junior had a beautiful mom
Unlike any other
Never knew a heart so calm
Ever the amazing mother!
Blessed by her light, her sacrifice
Unending grace beyond a price
Glory to God for love so nice!
It’s hard to tell if they’re playing tag,
or thrusting nectar-drunk love at each other—
mid-June attempts at getting it.
Maybe they’re fighting over first flowers—
legs twitching in hypoglycemic half-paralysis,
like the buzz of waking mid-vacation,
still dazed, muscles aching, but that stinger,
coiled stiff for the week.
Their terror-tails would end me,
or at least suspend me, breath held between
here and wherever histamine takes it.
I appreciate the bees, I really do,
their work, their faith in growing things.
But the anaphylactic risk of their existence
in relation to mine turns close proximity
into a kill-or-die situation:
all stabs and fury, and neither of us
wanting it to end that way.
At last, Summertime is finally here.
It's time to put away our winter gear;
Show some skin and have a little fun
While soaking up the warm summer sun.
But unbeknownst to you and me
Is a treacherous insect far worse than a bee.
The mosquito lurks beneath the shadows,
Waiting to eat people's legs, arms, and toes.
Yes, this critter has dreamt on the very day
That our sexy bodies will be his buffet.
"This year", he declared without being snooty,
"My targets are the ankles, knees, arms, and booty.
But I cannot do this task alone."
So he calls the Mosquito Squad on the phone.
The plans were made as the day turns to night.
A fellow mosquito yells, "Out goes the light!"
Then the leader says, "Now we strike!
Attack that juicy butt with all your might!"
As they fly with lightning speed,
There was one thing that they didn't heed.
It wasn't noxious gas or the Swatter of Doom,
But all the mosquitoes heard was a loud "KABOOM!'
They hit the ground hard with the other dead flies;
For the Invisible Bug Zapper was their demise.
Specific Types of June Poems
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