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Ripe Mangos

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

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Flamingo a-go-go

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

Copyright © John Beam

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Divine Grace

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

Copyright © Shirley Candy

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A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

An afternoon spent walking the trails
Nature triumphs where city life fails
A short drive to Wapanocca Refuge today
had to let my inner child out to play

First trail snaked out to a lovely pond
saw the ducks of which I am so fond
Up around another very scenic bend
two deer bolted as if we were not friends

This cool day had the turtles out sunning
the squirrels playing, the lizards a running
All seemed to be listening to Nature's tune
Mid July felt like cool morn in early June

A trek to ease a tired body and soul
serenity realized , sweet joy the goal

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014 

http://www.fws.gov/wapanocca/

Wapanocca NWR located 20 miles northwest of Memphis, Tennessee, 
in Crittenden County, Arkansas was established in 1961 to provided
habitat for migrating and wintering waterfowl. The refuge is located 
four miles west of the Mississippi River and protected from the river
 by the river levee. Prior to establishment of the refuge, it was the
 site of the Wapanocca Outing Club which was formed in 1886. This was
 one of the oldest and most prestigious hunting clubs. The club managed
 for waterfowl and most of the lake was set aside as a waterfowl 
sanctuary. 

Today the refuge literally stands as a wildlife oasis in an 
agricultural sea. An excellent diversity of habitat exists comprised
 on mainly agricultural land, bottomland hardwood forest, early stage
 reforested hardwoods, open water and flooded cypress/willow swamp. 
Thirty small field impoundments totaling 190 acres have been developed
 for waterfowl in the agricultural area. Because of its strategic 
location in the heart of the Mississippi Flyway and the diverse 
habitat, the refuge is a prime wintering area for migratory waterfowl 
and a major stopping place for migrating warblers. Bald eagles, great
 blue herons, great egrets and anhingas nest on the refuge.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

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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

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Memories On Branches

My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.

And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.

Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.

A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair, 
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.

Copyright © Kim Bond

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Last chance Summer

-

I saw my sparrow hawk one summer back
It landed on my wooden platform specially made for him or her last year
A chest of creamy fur and a keen black eye. 

An unusual sighting I ran to my mobile phone and flashed
Oh dear first shot messed up. 
Second shot success as it flew away

Excited to see I developed the picture and the bird was not there.
How come. Then I noticed the smallest tip of a wing. My bird was lost.
Lost against the blur of the leafy bushes as she flew M shaped away. 

My wife saw it so often I was jealous. My moment had came at last.
It came and went in a flash a wasted one. 
And I have to now wait another summer.

Copyright © Ian Foley

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A Day In The Park

We lay here together under the shadow of our favorite oak tree. Wooden arms spread high and wide above us in a seemingly protective stance, similar to that of a mother protecting her children. 

We gaze into the infinite expanse of the clear blue sky that can only be described as majestic, until or attention is caught by the stalking movements of a lone Cardinal sifting through the fallen leaves, searching for a quick meal on the outer perimeter of the canopy’s drip edge.

High in the branches of our protective mother we catch sight of the brightly colored wings of a butterfly lazily fluttering in and out of the branches and are suddenly aware of the abundant amount of insect life mindlessly buzzing around us. I turn to look at her, to catch the expression on her beautifully tanned face as she takes in all this wonder that surrounds us. 

I notice a sliver of her silken hair has fallen across her slender dark bough and lay across her delicate soft cheek. At that moment I am transfixed and suddenly aware that the total expanse of gods’ glorious creations cannot even compare to the beauty I have beside me. 

I take a deep breath and lean over to brush the hair away from her eye and kiss her softly on her lips. The soft wetness of her mouth and the taste of her breath immediately fill my senses and my pulse begins to race. Trying to control my desires and being aware of our public surroundings. 

I dare to caress the small of her back with my left hand and trace various lines up and down the full length of her torso, while gently holding her soft cheek with the other as we tenderly press our bodies close. Our lips are locked in an intimate but playful kiss, taking only but a brief moment to look into each other’s eyes, to glimpse the joy and passion that is surely emanating like fine beams of light reflecting off a perfectly cut diamond. 

Our precious time ticks by mercifully slow as we savor each minute that passes and do not dare waste a single second of this day together, knowing days will pass until our souls will reunite for another glorious day in the protective arms of our mother,  as we hold each other tight sitting on a blanket enjoying a day in the park…….
 

Copyright © Thomas King

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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

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Clouds

There once was a whole bunch of clouds
Clouds are not very loud
If you fly through them in a plane
They feel no pain
That’s why they’re clouds

Copyright © Smail Poems

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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--Sketchbok


Copyright © Thomas Martin

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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.

Copyright © Carson Searcy

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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

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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13

Copyright © shawnee doling-tye

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Summer Therapy - The Skylark

Song soars, dawn of day,
O’er fields gold with hay,
Sudden rising melody.
Stirring balmy air,
Heavenly fanfare,
Giving summer therapy.

Lyrical bouquet,
Birdsong ricochets,
A soulful “blues” remedy.
Skylark, debonair,
Above our earth, fair,
Create joyful fantasy.


July 15, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson

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eternal summer dream

an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late day
beautiful its song caresses the ear
all natural world breathing as one with your heart
as the sun itself kisses you tenderly
as if saying farewell to you and the day
and as the sun slips to the horizon
you close your eyes and can feel heart take to wing
with the autumn songbird playful in the crisp air
feel your soul breath and soar among the clouds
floating in the warm breeze of
that eternal summer dream where
everyone is forever young and in love
forever happy and filled with wonder
the autumn songbird fills me with her song
fills me with the strength of possible beauty that the new day promises
fills me with the peace found at the heart of kindness
so will you join me
rejoicing her song
will you take a moment to breath in
the wonder of late autumn summery day

Copyright © mark junor