Summer awakens, from an afternoon dream,
uncurling with flair, and scheming with charms.
Makes up her bed with the sand in her hair,
merrily shaking a red gingham spread,
extracting a hotdog, and tossing the bread,
raising her eyes, as a seagull is fed
For Charlotte's Contest: Seasonal Acrostic
S taring at the mountains, I raise my eyes
U p to where the stars are glittering
M esmerizingly in summer’s skies.
M idnight’s beauty to my soul is singing.
E ternity is staring back at me,
R esiding in this radiance I see.
M yriads of nights like this have come and gone.
O ther nights will follow; the moon will bring
O palescent grace to heaven’s song.
N ever-ending rhapsodies shall nature sing.
For Skat's It's all about the moon (ignore the other moon contest) Poetry Contest
Soft is the sunrise of a marmalade dawn
Unblemished as it sparkles to the waves as they yawn
Mesmerizing rhythm of waters ebb and flow
Making sweet music in the early morning glow
Eventide will descend with the setting sun
Releasing shades of twilight so heavenly spun
Mellow is luna as she comes into view
Overlooking the sea with her golden hue
On the beach lovers take a stroll
Neath starry skies as rhythmic waves roll
Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly drooping garden,
Musical, the lovely dulcet melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding loudly,
Reprising again a thunderous and soulful song proudly.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose so completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual sage.
June 21, 2014
Sun is losing height, no longer will burn
Umbrellas furled, hats now worn.
Moon will be rising to greet the night,
Making our way home we look a sight
Eyes red, caused by the salt, hair wet from the sea
Remembering though a perfect day, just you and me.
Summer sunsets o'er majestic Pikes Peak are a wonder to behold.
Unequaled hues gild the western sky in flaming red and gold!
Mere artists will never portray on canvas such a glorious sight.
Magnificent ivory clouds enhance the scene much to my delight!
Embellishing this exquisite panorama with colors all aglow,
Reminds me of the bright hues in paintings by van Gogh!
Soon the sun will sink beyond the towering tors of Pikes Peak.
Ushered in is a mellow moon to make the ebon night less bleak!
Nary a sunset gracing the elegant form of Mount Kilimanjaro,
Shall compare to the painting in the sky that I'll view tomorrow!
Even though famed artists have created masterpieces in the past,
The brush strokes of The Master Artist will never be surpassed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Seeking the perfect picnic spot
Utopian sunshine so mellow
Mountainous waves for surfing
Marching to nature's rhythm
Ever have basil flavoured ice cream? (better than it sounds)
Reeling in the Catch of the Day
Spending time on my bicycle
Under the star lit canopy dreaming
Marrying seed to soil, fresh grown
Meeting my family at the cottage
Enjoying the antics of energized grandchildren
Relishing floating on mirror like moisture
Standing on the sidewalk,
Underneath the trees,
My ears can hear it talk,
Murmuring with the breeze,
Every drop hits the street,
Running in it's own way,
Raining down it's own beat,
A song it just wants to play,
I can feel their dancing feet,
Near mine on a summer day.
Summer will come................................eventually
Under rainy skies or blazing.................sun
Maybe early-maybe late. but it.... ........will
Move in and bring sun..........................shine
Each day will be warmer.......................until
Rains begin again in..............................September
May sometimes has cold........................rains
Often farmers do not wel.......................come
Nature's irresponsible ways..................and
They do not want the rain to ................stay
Hoping for just the right amount............all
Summer, which is more busy than..........winter.
April 22, 2014
Summer sunset's blinding beauty
Utterly a fascination.
Maybe I'll be driving toward it,
Many days on long vacation'
Endless rays and scarlet streaks
Rolling across the evening skies
Send a thrill of pure delightful,
Utmost beauty to my eyes.
Never has an artist painted
Such a spectacle as this.
Every fiber of my being
Tells me God has sent a kiss.
E very garden vegetable
E ntertained by man
T aste and see that it is good!
Splendiferous in all her ways, Summer
Utilizes every color, every scent, in mesmerizing beauty,
Melting light into shadow, blending skillfully her arts,
Magnanimously giving us treasuries of memories.
Excellence her standard, her table bountifully spread,
Replete refreshments for the body, mind, and soul.
September 29, 2014
Hydration has left my tongue
Either I see a ghost or the summer plays a fools game with me
At a lake how refreshing is the earths most precious gift
Remember the humidity over an ice cream cone...hmmm! vanilla my favorite!
Saying goodbye to summer's
Unrelenting heat brings joy.
Munchkins return to the classroom and
Moms now have a moment's peace.
Eagerly I await autumn's flora and
Relish the delightful coolness of the weather as
Summer relinquishes her throne.
Enjoy the dregs of summer,
Now that the days grow shorter, but
Don't be sad - she'll return next year.
For Francine Roberts "Summer's End" contest
S ilent fallen leaf is nothing more than
E nding summer’s waving good bye
P urple, yellow, russet and brown leaves
T umbling down and swept in a heap
E xhausted trees are ready to sleep on
M ulticolored, rich and rare carpet lay
B lowing soft wind singing the carols
E ven the spring beauty has no such grace as
R esting one autumnal face I have seen.
August 31, 2014
Fourth Place win
Slowly pulsing through glittered haze
Under cloudscape, her locks blow wild
Misty the blushed roses, ablaze
Moon of summer, warmth of hayrides
Enchanting peach fragrance of the night
Reveal your glory, dear chromed fay,
My eyes chase a Selene’s delight
Over hills wrapped in flamed crochet.
Oh, sleep denies a lullaby
No matter how you beam, goodbye!
Francine Roberts' Summer Acrostic Contest
by nette onclaud
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
Suppose for a moment you live in a land,
Amazed at what happens during summer solstice.
Very strange things begin to occur,
Instantly, there is little darkness,
Night that we are so used to
Gone; what is left is the brilliant colors.
Daylight from dusk to dawn to dusk again,
Alight in all its energy and brightness.
Yes, we are north of the sixtieth parallel;
Land of the midnight sun.
I have been here before and seen things,
Gazed upon the horizon, waiting for darkness to reappear,
Holding on to summer in all its life, love and beauty;
To see it ebb once more as daylight fades to night.
© 2015 CM Davidson Pickett
Sounds of tiny tap dancers atop my tin roof.
Umbrellas and goloshes cast aside.
More tempting to children than candy or ice cream;
Mud puddles to splash in have arrived.
Earthlings so grateful, a powerful thirst had begun.
Relief from a long, parching summer sun.
Run-offs to falling ponds, giving to rise;
Aquatic creatures there sing to the skies.
Ignighting our senses when a whiff is obtained;
Nothing like the smell of a fresh summer rain.
Softly the pitter patter starts,
Until it starts to pour.
Making grass and gardens grow
More and more and more.
Everything is now refreshed.
Rain washes over all.
Rays of sun peek through the shower
As we watch the raindrops fall.
Inside we wait for it to quit
Not really minding it a bit.
‘S earing is believing’, so to say
U mbrella-shaded or not, all is hay.
M uggy months with their max-it-out man hours,
M ay being the maddest in gods' asylum.
E ven the other three and those scrimpy
R ains tend to simmer a la summer.
S howering and changing and showering
U nwinding at night under the awning
Mangoe-like season's fruits, local palm's gifts
M ade-at-home drinks and coconut juice make
E ndothermic bodies that sink extra heat
R efreshed and trim, it is COOL summer times.
Note:- Second stanza (acrostic) added subsequently .
2 Oct 14
Sunshine, still bright and warm by day,
Evenings are so much cooler now.
Pretty soon winter will be on its way,
Too soon Summer takes her final bow.
Easily Summer slips into Fall,
Maple trees turn to colourful hues.
Beautiful oranges and reds and yellows
Entice photographers with their views.
Rightly, for its beauty, September I'd choose.
entered in Carol Brown's "Fall Is Around
The Corner" acrostic contest
Slowly rising towards
Unseen wisps of clouds
Murky shadows projected
Muffled light reflected
Endlessly cycles by
Roving Summer's sky
Mornings hide Selene's face
Ongoing celestial race
Only by Apollo outshone
Never travels alone
Spectacular sight we saw the coming rain
Under the Hall's bridge our goal was plain
Masterpiece from Heaven, raindrop bliss
Marvelous setting for our first kiss
Every part of me enjoyed that storm
Rain soaked kids, our love was born
Remembering that day from long ago
August heat met Heaven's show
In the summer time, rain speaks to me
Never will forget that day you set me free
Contest: Francine's Summer
September comes blowing a cooling breeze,
Escorting Summer on her way.
Pretty yellow and gold colored leaves,
Teased by the wind dance and play.
Exciting colors of orange and red,
Make the Maples a firey hue.
Bedecked so gaily from toe to head,
Ethereal Fall imbues,
Richness as Summer makes her bed.
For Fall Is Around The Corner Contest by Carol Brown
Softly whisper to me
Under the evening sky.
Make my heart skip a beat.
Make my trembling breath sigh.
Endearing words of love,
Repeat them o'er and o'er.
Surrender your heart to me
Until it's yours no more.
Night is swiftly falling.
Sunset's glow is nigh.
Every beat of my heart is yours
'Til the day I die.
S cenes of a vivid landscape are nakedly draped.
U nder a canopy I stood.
M emories of yesterday are not too far.
M y mind is transient of short-lived thoughts.
E ach vessel that has dock, asked for morning to come once more.
R iding high on surfboards, the visitors come ashore.
S unday and the weekend have ended.
U shering in the new workday, we begin to relax.
N ice to know we have a peace of mind.
S uch pleasure we partake without being attack.
E veryone feels the heat at his or her backs.
T his is the summer and therefore, party time.
PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!
Stress is an
Understatement when it comes to the
Mine field called school.
Millions and millions of children and teachers
Expressly waiting for the last
Ringing of the school bell
For the year.
Understanding the price of the diploma; but, wanting
Nothing more than that "hot break".
Soft purple velvet darkness falls,
Undulating evening sounds call,
Mist builds waves on dew laden air,
Moss sways in trees like maiden's hair;
Enchanting! Expectantly I
Raise hungry eyes to feed on sky.
Magnificent, she rises there
Over the tree tops; earth, stopping, stares...
Opal lover, June's summer moon,
Night cannot resist, dazzled, swoons.
June 15, 2014
Sand dunes reflecting blazing heat burn tiny feet.
Undulating waves wash the shores with their cooling.
Morning Glory vines climb high offering a nectar treat.
Mockingbirds soar above gardens, insect seeking.
Every school-aged child enjoys long awaited freedom.
Remembering what they learned lost on their tandem.
Aphids, mosquitoes and dragonflies are out chomping.
Nests are empty and birds are on the wing, singing.
Dutiful adults teach life skills to offspring, adoring.
Wonderfully, dawn’s first light begins with radiant glows.
Honey fills the honeycomb; bees pollinate bright flowers.
A young squirrel leaps from limb to limb as he grows.
Towers appear in yards as ants busily work for endless hours.
Immediacy is somehow interlaced with peaceful singing.
The children visit libraries, nymphs, gremlins and princesses reading.
Marvelous are the mechanics of our ever-changing world.
Eternity comes to mind, as beauty fills the summer, steadfastly.
Another year amid the intricately interwoven creatures swirled.
Not by chance, but by design, the mind of God created wisely.
Survival strategy: genetic variability amid each species' seed.
Temperatures rise; all living, hope for the sound of rain showers.
Over the rise on a future day, cooling winds will bring fall.
Meanwhile, this is summer and what it means to me.
Exquisitely fashioned nature to make mundane cares flee.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
April 1, 2011