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Details | Quatrain | |

Summer Nights in the South

Summer Nights in the South Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh. Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white. A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above professing by lullaby, sincerely devoted love, like some sublimely recited evening prayer. I lay back and smile, through the leaves, at the moon to the sound of crops rippling in the breeze thinking how precious are nights such as these when alone, with the Earth I commune.
*Summer Tanagers (Piranga rubra) are native to the southern U.S. but are not true tanagers. They are actually members of the cardinal family. 08/01/15 Submission for Contest: Nature Poems Only Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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Pink and Grey Galahs

I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts me in a trance

Trays of seed I have for them
On which upon they land
Such a lovely sight to see
I could almost feed them from my hand

I love to see them feeding there
As the seed these two birds share

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Memory - Visual 3



When we went down the road that day,
Into the green and sun, just we'
It was a time of joy and play
When we went down the road! - that day
So sad, I go alone today
To hear the birds and see the trees
When we - went down the road that day
Into the green and sun, just we!



_____________________
May 24, 2015



Triolet


For the contest, One Lovely Summer Triolet, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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No fool

The sea is beautiful and I love it 
and every single at the beach moment 

Seagull chatters
Wind no matters

The body turning yummy brownie
My nature has stopped being whiny

I love it!
I love it! I love it!

And the best situation is my dear one 
when there shines the shiny beautiful--

Diamond which to have is really such fun
On my right hand and not from a fool



19.05.2016





Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Ripe Mangos

Ripe Mangos
overripe mangos falling from a pregnant tree- worms ready for feast

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Days

~Summer Days~ (Triolet) Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs Hear the birds,butterflies see the heather Summer season brings very hot weather There is fun and lots of sun altogether We see sunshine very bright for most part Summer season brings very hot weather But the days cool again when it departs. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 May.3.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Summer storm

A deep dark mysterious roar 
hauntingly beautiful 
echoes 
as Rainfall prances on the ground.

Awakened by the howling 
of the rolling rumble
tiny birds chirp in harmony 
with the thunders groan.
The garden sings with delight 
as it bathe in the summer rain.

Filled with excitement 
all is at peace 
in the melody 
of an early morning storm.
 


7/19/15

Copyright © Lee Carter | Year Posted 2015

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Henry the Hedgehog

On a lovely sunny morn
Henry the lonely hedgehog
Awoke with sun as it reached dawn
As he heard some croaking frogs
With birds a chirping everywhere
And the frogs making their din
Henry, looking here and there
He gave a sleepy grin

He'd woke up from hibernation
All set for a brand new season
Looking forward to a new adventure
His waking gave him reason
To say 'hello' to all around
He felt real good today
He has a chat on the muddy ground
Then he went upon his way

As he strolled along the path
He saw old Polly Parrot
Old Polly he did make him laugh
He was chewing on a carrot
It's not the fool that parrots eat
But that's how Polly is
They both were happy so to meet
And spent their day in bliss

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

The Call of Spring

The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015

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Words for Birds

First person singular prohibited. In order
to be more crow.
War! war! war! war! war! 

Then there's that lowland wetland bird
around the stunted red pines crying
Birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy.

Hear the redwing blackbird chirring
Her, her, her... she
as one might expect, Spring.

Words for birds
since they're inaccessible. Aim
binoculars left, right, up, down, missing every time.

At the piano recital
Aaron made the penguins run, run, run, not waddle, 
from a hungry polar bear! 

Everything passes, even a massacre, 
but birds outlast cars
and words like chemical and holocaust.

Woodpecker climbs oak, 
Connecticut.
Not one neighbor heard the knocking.

The voice of a pewee
whose nest has fallen out of the tree.
Oh my! Oh me! 

What did the wood thrush sing
that summer evening
teaching its young thrush meanings?





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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The Mockingbird

The mockingbird returns in spring. 
What it does best is sing, sing, sing.
Its sings of this and sings of that
and leaves no doubt of where it’s at.

It sings all day . . well into night:
grows irksome past that first delight.
And always comes back from its stay,
to that same bush, not far away. 

The birds of winter soon are gone.
Most of them have now moved on.
And mockingbird with typical gall,
thinks it must sing . . for them all.

A busy bird it glides and swoops.
Will challenge one or even groups.
When feeling threatened for its young;
a bird-war barrage has begun.

This slender mid-sized bird of grey,
will be here soon; it's on its way.
Once again to sing, sing, sing,
To let us know it's really spring.

And late into each summer night,
once I get past that first delight.
I'll wish from on my patio chair:
It wasn't here, but rather . . there!

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

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THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS

THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS
When summer ends, autumn begins. The leaves fall from the trees. Such a beautiful sight and done so spiritually. Magical is the change of the seasons into the New Year. I saw a red bird today and enjoyed her chirping. Gathering food, she was on my window sill. Pillared to be quite successful, her tiny wings went a flight. The red beak is all that was seen as she entered the sky. Absolutely beautiful is when the leaves fall from the trees. Summer has ended with autumn’s inception. I can feel the breeze. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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An Early Summer Saturday's Reflection

At last the summer’s here, I think for good!
And winter’s snow can stay where it belongs -
atop the mountains! In my neighborhood,
each night I hear our newest neighbors’ songs.

The birds that have been settling in since spring
and building nests inside our lovely trees
delight me, for I love to hear them sing
while I am sitting in the evening breeze.

I went behind my house this Saturday,
and there beside the chain link fence I found
a robin-redbreast, whose stiff body lay
where grass is getting yellow all around.

Oh, what cruel fate for one since early June
had sung for us beneath this summer’s moon!


Written Saturday, June 8, 2013
for the Summer Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Flamingo a-go-go

wings Para Para                                                                                                                                                                        pink fans fly into the sun                                                                                                                                                                  the lawn is silent

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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DARLING BIRDS OF MAY


                                         DARLING BIRDS OF MAY
                                Chirrrrup chirrrrup  darling birds of May
                           Peep, cheep, peepy cheep please hit the hay
                                            We are summer birds
                                            Say no empty words
                                    Rising sun is bathing us with ray

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

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Hummingbird

hummingbird
hovers at the back window
my load  lightens

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

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Fields of Gold

Wandering hand in hand along fields of gold, jealous sun shines upon this summertime love. Night-bird, song-bird have a story to be told. I need your love so bad, like a lonesome dove. Jealous sun shines upon this summertime love. Cheek to cheek with my Honeysuckle rose. I need your love so bad, like a lonesome dove. I know you by heart from my head to toes. Cheek to cheek with my Honeysuckle rose, Like fragile buds, your touch is fine and mellow. I know you by heart from my head to toes. How can I keep from singing? You're my cello. Like fragile buds, your touch is fine and mellow. Ain't no sunshine when your melody is mute. How can I keep from singing? You're my cello. You take my breath away like forbidden fruit. Ain't no sunshine when your melody is mute. What a wonderful world, now that you are here. You take my breath away like forbidden fruit. I'm drowning in the sea of love with no fear. What a wonderful world, now that you are here. Let us watch Bluebirds sing over the rainbow. I'm drowning in the sea of love with no fear. Never say goodbye, let love be our meadow. Let us watch Bluebirds sing over the rainbow. Night-bird, song-bird have a story to be told. Never say goodbye, let love be our meadow. Wandering hand in hand along fields of gold.
17 May 2016 Summer Sight - Poetry Contest by Nayda Ivette Negron 1 original, poem on the theme of summer using the image above. Describe in the poem the feelings that evoke to you the picture. The image reminded me of one of my favourite songs by Eva Cassidy; 'Fields of Gold'. The pantoum includes 17 song titles from her albums. It has 10-11 syllables per line. Listed below are the song titles. Fields Of Gold Summertime Songbird Nightbird Need Your Love So Bad Cheek To Cheek Honeysuckle Rose I Know You By Heart Need Your Love So Bad Fine And Mellow How Can I Keep From Singing? Ain't No Sunshine You Take My Breath Away What A Wonderful World Drowning In The Sea Of Love Over The Rainbow Say Goodbye Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Summertime

Summertime
The birdsong orchestra tunes up
The dancers await their cue
Suddenly, the musical sound erupts
Each butterfly knowing what to do

First they stand and flutter their wings
Like a ballerina with a straight stance
As one, in formation, they launch 
themselves into a twist and twirl dance.

The ooh's and aah's of the watchers
As a myriad of colour floats by
In and out of the flower bed
To visit each one, they will try

Drinking out of the flowers
Gives them energy anew
A spiral flight towards heaven
Was the finale to view

Summertime  brings us so much fun
Butterflies and birds to watch and listen to 
Flowers showing off their colours
Then comes Autumn with pleasures anew

Penned 26 September 2013 by Seren Roberts

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013

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Sip the Nectar

The hummingbirds, they come and play,
sip the nectar, fly away.
To the trees then back to feed.
Sun on wings, a sight indeed.
The noise they make, quite unique
Nothing like normal bird-speak.
I sit on deck, they hover near.
Enjoying life, they show no fear.
These joyous moments enhance my day
as the hummingbirds, they come and play.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015

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CHASING THE BIRDS

Whenever Summer comes i become sad
So sad that i start to bahave like mad
Days regain their elastic seasonal spell
From June to August my heart starts to swell

Emotions rise and fall like waves on shore
Sometimes I float,whiles i sink to the core
While in deep see I remember those days
The backward memeries from childhood plays

As naive boys and simply seeking fun 
The birds that nest were our devilish plan
Once they nestle quite in their feathery seat
They become our satanic childhood treat

Days were so long when we were so young
Now they are so short, there is something wrong

Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2015

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Divine Grace

~ summer morning lights ~ ~ birdsong and the cold of dew ~ ~ awaken the dawn ~

Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013

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Sparrow Hawk

Tantalizing wind Meadow ripples, full of life Caterpillar morph Bird of prey, predator's eye. Silent glide across pasture.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

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SUMMER HORIZON - VISUAL 2

The crows rise up into the summer sky,             
Horizon's orange fills with dots of black          
The murder glides through air, alert and spry,
The crows rise up into the summer sky.              
They dip their wings in water, then they cry -        
The 'caws' resound beyond the sea and back,      
The crows rise up into the summer sky,             
Horizon's orange fills with dots of black.     

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For Andrea's Triolet Contest
VISUAL 2
Iambic Pentameter used (10 syllables per line)
My first Triolet
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Big thanks to Paul Callus and Craig Cornish for helping me improve the form, meter and poem!!
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Spry - Active, Lively
Murder - Group of crows

Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2015

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Summer Starlings

SUMMER STARLINGS

An orange twilight urges summer on,
as swarms of starlings flirt in feeble light,
till darkness swoops and sun’s last beams are drawn.

An orange twilight urges summer on,
while birds still feed on berries till all gone,
before the sound of silence swamps the night.

An orange twilight urges summer on,
as swarms of starlings flirt in feeble light.

Iambic pentameter Triolet




Original version

The mandarin twilight rolls summer on,
as swarms of starlings flirt in feeble light,
until the darkness swoops and drops upon.

The mandarin twilight rolls summer on.
while birds forage on berries till all gone,
before the sound of silence swamps the night.

The mandarin twilight rolls summer on,
as swarms of starlings flirt in feeble light.

30.05.15
@Ronald Zammit - All rights reserved
Pentameter (English Version)

Not for contest

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

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Bluebirds

I sit and swing in my backyard,
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.
Their babes and nest they try to guard
I sit and swing in my backyard.
To stand and walk away; to hard.
Baby birds stay quiet and hide.
I sit and swing in my backyard
Watching as bluebirds swoop and glide.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
2nd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Days

~Summer Days~ 
(Triolet) 


Summer season brings us very hot weather 
But the days cools again when it depart 
Hear birds, see butterflies, flowers, heather 
Summer season brings us very hot weather 
There is fun and lots of sun altogether 
We see sunshine very bright for most part 
Summer season brings us very hot weather 
But the days cools again when it depart. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2013
 


February.13.2016


~Author's Notes:


This "Triolet" has been written this time using ten syllables lines,( The English style) instead, of the usual eight syllables ( The French  style) which I usually write with more in the past.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Hummingbird Summer

Morning glories light the morning
Hummingbirds bloom in every blossom’s breath

Flickering of gold dust shook from tiny heads;
Fairy magicians
Glistening the morning light,

A sleight of hazy wings,
A sudden quickening of the heart's delight.
That summer so much too beautiful to bear;
Flying, dancing, humming, being,
Quickening in the cathedral light;
And soaring on some liquor divine,

Divinely mad!
A fool with wings!
The anointed messenger of the gods of play;

For now is the time

Stopped and still in the golden air

I see myself shining everywhere.


Published--Sketchbook - 2010


Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

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The End of Summer Days

The days arrive and leave without fanfare.
They sweep in late in the evening
 with sunlight dancing on the glass door
 glimmering reflections on the wall.

As the day passes
 it ticks away slowly
 with the sun rising high
 then directly overhead. 

The leaves and branches of the trees
 cast shadows that close in
 blocking out the light
 and whispering the day is half done. 

A soft, light, gentle caressing breeze
 touches the leaves lightly
 making the tree tremble in the shade
 and all goes still and quiet.

Not a sound breaks the air
 all seems to be at rest
 breathing in the last days of summer
 that hung on then seemed to leave too soon.

The reminder of the day
 stretches out to twilight, dusk
 a sunset painted in pink and blue
 across the distant horizon.

The end of summer hangs in the air
 and begins to leave
 silent and untethered
 quietly as it came.

Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015