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King Sun and Goddess Sea

One summer day, enraptured by the Goddess Sea, King Sun shone down with all his might; most splendidly he moved the Goddess, for she rippled laughingly a shimmering reply to Sun in azure sky, and while reflecting that same hue where King Sun dwelt, her turquoise ripples lengthened, for the goddess felt herself now rising up with joy. Wave after wave was leaping, frothing. . . as King Sun more strongly gave his final rays to her. Then he descended low that he might kiss the lovely Sea on earth below - to kiss her soon before the last day’s shadows fell, and so he touched her where she’d let her body swell. With yellow gold, his final glow, he bathed her face, but when the night arrived with sable colored lace to drape the goddess, Sun had vanished from all sight; below Sea’s depth he’d sunk - to love her through the night. For Suz's "Let's Be Open" poetry contest and now for PD's Anything Goes Contest

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Spring Vs Summer


~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015

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The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least

Written for john's Summer contest.

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Reposing Roses - A Summer Couplet

Reposing roses and dozing posies exhale perfumed sighs with nearing night
as the drowsy June moon softly suffuses scent-soaked skies with languid light.

for 'Lovin' Summer' contest

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A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE for fantasy contest

                                A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE

               Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
               Summer heat and idle time can make the spirits boil.
               Languishing in stuffy rooms with very little sleep--
               Night time flickers of the light-- imagination leaps.
               Heat that beckons times long past invade a fevered head—   
               Athena pleases lovers mid her goddess silken bed,
               Grecian legs march bravely –- prelude Olympian races--
               Soldiers dream they sail away to see exotic places.

               Heat waves shimmer landscape –men will do what they are told--
               Spearborn soldiers helmeted sing down a dusty road.
               Tho in mind they join their lovers whispering by the sea,
               Drink of mountain waters --rest their head on sweetheart’s knee

               Helen, when she sailed away –a wayward selfish wife
               Without a backward glance she risked the cost of human life--
               Was it the heat that made her crazed to do this foolish thing?
               A fit of summer boredom could create this witless fling.

               Autumn winds are blowing now-- Troy’s nights turn cool and fair--
               Does Paris try to ditch her --as naked Helen combs her hair--
               Does Hector tell his brother--get this woman out of here--
               Does Helen beg to stay-- and tell her lover not to fear?

               Heat can play the brain and make it dance a backward tune--
               Clarity as sun tricks down—repeats a former June,
               Perhaps there is a lesson learned from heat that sears the soul--
               Summertime romance will write us each a tragic role.

Victoria Anderson Throop ©

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Dandelion Wishes

Next to catching fireflies in a jar
Dandelion wishes, weren't very far

From that wonderful place we'd go
While believing all things are so

Before we knew that they were weeds
We giggled and eagerly spread their seeds

With the perfect puff of blissful white
Our secret wishes, each one took flight

As they gently floated through the air
Our dreams went too, without a care

Now, as they float through summer breeze
All they do is make me sneeze!

Aahhhh....the memory of dandelion wishes.......:-) 

© Donna Jones

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Oak Tree Swing

There's a swing that is hung from a long oaken tree,
By a string where the young have a longing to be.

Where they fly to the sky, ever higher they go,
Till they cry, "Not so high! I shall die, don't you know?"

And they tread through the wold all around by the tree,
Where it's said ruins old can be found by a key.

How they thought many-a night how this fact could be true,
And they fought to set right while they wracked in a crew;

But they never could figure that blur in the tale,
So they clamber with vigor the fir by the trail.

They'd retrace to the place where the moss covered tree
Like a face, beamed with grace as it tossed o'er the lea.

Such a hold that tree held on their glad little selves
As they trolled songs of eld with the bad little elves;

And the song that they sing is a song specked with tears,
Of a long oaken swing cast along through the years;

Left alone by the lane, overgrown, never seen,
Ever blown by the rain, with a groan deep and keen,

Till a small little girl stopped a while on her way,
And a tall oaken burl with a smile bade her stay.

How she clove in a dive through the grove, and the tree,
How it throve, came alive in the cove, in the lea.

{Comments and critique by those knowledgeable 
about consonance vastly appreciated.}

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Swirling drifts of sugared sand
slipping through your sun-jeweled hand.

Treasure seeking on the shore
as up above you seagulls soar.

Billowed hair on skin so golden;
for this warmth you are beholden.

Maybe hike a mountain high
and gaze into an azure sky.

Or waltz along a forested path
at times enduring nature's wrath.

In gardens and fields so lush and green
sweet summer fruits are everywhere seen.

A sparkling season of beauty and sun
too soon is ended once begun.

written 1/3/2015  for Shadow's contest

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A Summer Couplet

A Summer Couplet When an April shower becomes a summer breeze Giant sunflowers will kiss your knees Contest: LOVIN' SUMMER: A Summer Couplet Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

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Summer's End

Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air.
Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere.

Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim.
Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim.

Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here.
Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer.

Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze.
Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days.

Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather.
Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together.

Beauty all around and holidays I love.
Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above!

written August 31st, 2014

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Morning glory

For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
©  N  Windle.

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A Summer Couplet

The rain drops fall, the sky is black; leaves fly past the window pane
Coats are on and gum boots too, it's UK's summer time again.


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Summer Couplet

Upon my knees in desperation     the parched sand trickles through my hand
the steady drumbeat of Summer's song      rolls like death across the land

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A Summer Couplet

I wear a coverlet of haze, from those summers I remember, where my barefoot toes touched fragrant grass, that withered in September
............................ 6/12/13 for Andrea

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A Summer Couplet

Let's build a quiet fire beside the sleeping brook tonight
and lie beneath the stars to watch the sparks rise out of sight.

Written: 6/9/2013
For Andrea's "Lovin' Summer" contest

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A Summertime Couplet

This summer morn I silently slip very close to shore,
With every paddle pull I'm drawn to many years before.

June, 11, 2013

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A Summer Couplet

Children splashing in a plastic pool,
Eating popsicles and staying cool.

For Andrea Dietrich's "Lovin' Summer couplet contest"

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A Summer Couplet

Moonflowers are night-blooming dwellers,
perfect for night owls and late night strollers.

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A Summer Couplet

~~ My dappled, spotted horses are running free and wild, on a day full of summer breezy wind, they prance, dance and glide. ~~ June 14, 2013 Couplet For the contest, A Summer Couplet

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The Spirit Of Summer

In the wilds of my heart I dream of bliss.
The summer sun will proclaim this.

The shade of trees would circumvent
the heating that the skies have sent.

A mist of rain will feed the thirst
of gorgeous blooms in color burst.

The land has grown so lush and green
where fruits of summer can be seen.

The aroma of some barbeque
in some backyard is rising too.

Kids splash in swimming pool delight
while fishermen wait for a bite.

A happy smile lights up the faces
of vacationers going places.

This is a time without a care
when coats are shed and feet are bare.

Such is the joy of summertime
with warmth of spirit so sublime.

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That Old Red Barn

I still remember that old barn so red; a center point of my youth;
Pickle barrels in the cellar; cows on the ground floor and hay stored in the loft.

I rode the John Deere a thousand times in and out of her wide, always opened doors;
Plowing fields near and far, but with her redness never out of my distant sight.

She housed the cows we milked and the tools we used throughout the long, hard day;
And, she was our playground on those summer days when chores were done by noon.

I remember her beautiful, natural smell that our city cousins abhorred;
And, I knew every nook and cranny that I could hide in to get away from their whines.

We would swing on the rope out of the loft, landing on piles of freshly cut hay;
And, just lay quietly in the night with a cool summer breeze passing through her doors.

It was in this red haven that I birthed my first calf and learned how to set a broken leg;
And, it was high in the loft with my high school sweetheart that I first became a man.

The farm that housed that wondrous red barn is now a mall parking lot;
But, the memories of lessons learned within are forever blazoned upon my mind. 

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Searching for Summer

Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town

I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found

My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach

The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass

Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree

Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose

I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel

My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked

I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day

A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face

Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013

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A Summer Couplet

Barbeques sizzle as spirits soar into the dazzling day.
Fun in the sun abounds as children ageless come out to play!

written 6/10/2013
for Andrea's contest

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Lazy afternoons

 A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.

       Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a paragraph in a book.

       With the little ones all wide awake,
 chattering over games of carrom and chess
sending about a crazy cacophony of voices.

       But with the red and green sherbets making up
for the tormenting heat outside.

       Competing over how many mangoes one can eat,
a one..a two..and there's no count how many more.

       The otherwise chirpy fruit orchard wears
 a graveyard like eerie mood of it's own in the hot summer noon.

       With not too many birds in sight,
yet you can sometimes spot a dog sulking in the grove hiding from the hot sunlight.

       While I continue to crib and cry waiting impatiently for the monsoons
a sibling in a faraway land keeps fond memories of his Indian summer afternoons.

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Fun in the Sun

Going to the creek,
Jumping off the peak.

Sitting around the campfire,
Eating s'mores and getting tired.

Going to the beaches,
And picking off leaches.

Rebekah Fry

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Sprinkling Relief

That blurry mirage of sizzling heat
As the trucks passed by, steam rose from concrete

Irvington couldn’t build a swimming pool
But came up with a way to keep kids cool

How I begged my mother to make the walk
For three hours of laughs and silly talk

At noon kids gathered in a cement pit
Sprinklers turned on, we enjoyed each minute

Refreshed, we passed beach balls or we played tag
But mostly we just ran a jig-and-jag

The park had swings, slides and arts and crafts too
But at sprinkler time, none of these would do

In the years before air conditioning
Torrid rays of sun we kids were shunning

Inner city children escaping heat
This was our favorite summer retreat

Moms, kids in swimsuits till showers ended
Ice pops passed out to the towel-tended

On weekends Dad drove us to the seashore
But sprinkler days with Mom I remember more

*For the “Hot Time, Summer in the City” contest

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Summertime, And The “Livin Ain’t” Easy Written: By Tom Wright 3-18-2008 I slept for five long hours and when I awoke I was dazed and wobbly like a wheel with bent spoke I showered & dressed and at the mirror did stare Brushing my teeth and combing at my hair While recalling bits and pieces of a dream I’d just had I found brainwork before coffee is pretty darn sad A half a pot later I’m still deadpanning the floor While hearing a thump just outside the front door With as great haste as the early hour would allow I retrieve the morning paper from beneath an old plow I think that each morning the paper people must huddle Making plans for each issue to soak up some puddle Why can’t they just put it in the box on the curb I guess its because I’m not considered a suburb At any rate, at the first thought, that today I’d just relax My accountant gives a wake up call about my income tax I booted the computer and found I’d been e-mailed Checked market conditions and found bad news prevailed As I pondered six hours mowing under a sun that can melt I cringed at the thought of my Cub throwing its belt. The only ray of joy and although its only a glimmer My shoulders won’t ache from using a string trimmer For Roundup has cared for each tree and stump crown And I hardly notice the ugly circles that are brown I’ve yet chores in the garden, like tomatoes to feed And take a hoe to the onions destroying each weed At the thought of all this work my stomach is queasy But hey, its summertime and the “livin” sure “ain’t” easy

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A wish for Summer

Ah! If I could walk once again with you through the hazy pine-scented forest
and feel the trembling of your being as I your body with soft kisses caress...

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Summer Time Wants

Only if I could,
Just Only if I could;
In summer at the best,
Where it would be a fest;
In philly of course, 
Where you might see a horse;
I would have some fun,
So please don't run;
Only if I could, 
Just only if I could.

By: Andrew Okolowski

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A summer couplet

Aberdevines disperse in woods encouraging the leaves to shine
while skies will open to reflect the nature's wisdom and design.

© G. V. 06-14-2013
(Iambic Octameter)