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         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!


                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2000



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Winter's End

Winter’s fury has long died; fading, weary, she comes to pass. Sunlight spills across open yards, blotted white - then, one last chilled breath escapes with might before succumbing to southern breeze. The seasons transform with ease. Subdued colors slowly brighten - in budding delight, rising, swaying, searching sky, they sleep no more. Pale cheeks, soft to touch, cheerfully blush. Love blooms in wake of warmth and bubbling sounds of children’s laughter. Under a hearty sun, bare feet and legs long to lilt as passion follows deepening breath out to taste the open air, waiting for night to kiss in the flush of descending moonlight – as shooting stars sleep no more. A blazing fireplace cools, no longer needed to kindle romance. Feeling alive, I soften to the touch of spring dew, the joyous music - rustling leaves, songbird’s melody, fresh falling rain; nature’s dance, taking her time to seed waking soil until she voraciously catches fire seeking summer like a lost love – a restless gypsy on a journey- she sleeps no more. Spring dresses earth in liveliest colors… and I smile, Overwhelmed with the beauty touching my soul and sun showers falling on sweetened dreams.

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Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

the whispers
of leaves
turn color
autumn is here.

the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014

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- Summer's End -

Summer is like bathing naked in honey
Liquid hot gold shiny sweet honey
You feel it like velvet on your skin
It fills you with wonder - sweetness and grace
Dancing in a field of timothy filled with summer scents
A gust of wind that kisses your cheek - it's summer time
Small buds on the trees - a little bird sitting in the tree and singing

Summer day suffocated by autumn crisp and cold breath
Grief catches my deepest spirit but the waves hide my tears
On my palette colors are perfect - red, yellow, orange and brown tones
The trees pray and hope - but someone has to lose for severe storms
My eyes capture the most beautiful moments
Autumn dress in beautiful colors dancing and ripples in the wind
Withered autumn leaf - no small bird sitting in the tree and singing

- A-L Andresen :) 30.08.2014
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Contest Name:Summer's End 
Sponsor:Kelly Deschler

- Thanks for my 1st place in the contest - :)

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365 Days

"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.

I wasn’t gonna write this


Emotions are stirring high
Cannot believe
How much time has passed

Still feel your presence

Of the slowest death
Ever felt
Running parallel
To these present seconds

An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago

So many tears
Had filled the ocean
Of despair
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
The dam’s of what could have been

Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g 		f r e e
From its home

Tormented echoes of “why”
“How come”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”

High pitched resonations
Float upon
Rafts of secondary importance
And yet
This heart still knows

For it will always recall
Its truth

Played me a fool
While you held hands
With inevitable

Crossing fingers
With diffusion
Across my shoulders

Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights

And all the while

In tomorrow

My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind

Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
…No matter.

These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”

But I overcame
For I
Saved myself

Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you

Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
Kinda ironic
You were like Summer & Winter

Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat

Each new arrival
A summer equinox
Each departure
A rainstorm

But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Blizzard languages
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal

But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real


Here I am
52 weeks have past
Occasional recollection
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest

You are in my silent prayer

Know this

Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had

So much

That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.

© Drake J. Eszes

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Her whimsy stirs even water

The pool reflects pure incandescence;
she toys with a newfound buoyancy

My school-less angelfish
               flouncing in elements and
               shimmering in pink ruffles 
               while sun ripened ringlets dance 

A minstrel disguised as a 
               red-winged blackbird returns 
               her endless chatter, won-over

Despite sun block and a mother’s care
               she is tan and her young skin reminds me 
               of toffee,  butter-soft and wonder-warm

My tiny sprite swings 
               between courage and caution; 
I circle her
              as somehow she encircles me
              we remain within reach of each other
learning to let go...
              the lessons of daughter 
                               and mother

Oh, I am moved to be her moon.

Today’s lesson:

Summer lies with its long hours,
afternoons dripping like vanilla cones
             as cicadas lull lazy tiger lilies 
             with their heat-hymns

It is easy to forget
             this season has margins

It is easy to forget 
             all the margins she will face

Soon, she will board a bus
             walk hard-halls of independence
             be outside of my reach
             be far from my gravitation
             and the security of  my embrace

 It is easy to forget September
             as her lengthening legs chase 
             these turquoise days

             these exquisite turquoise days


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October Envy

Her radiant beauty crested, wave ebbing,
summer shakes her flowing green free of cooling rains;
yet, stubbornly they linger, gathering
in misty gray garlands about her peaks.

Decay's first browns creep among the flowers,
drab omens of pallid landscapes soon to come.
Vain summer! Water mirrors she left scattered
reflect from every concave surface of the ground.

Fearful of the season's ending glory,
she reaches for a gown only a queen could wear--
parading field and forest in cascading folds of crimson velvet. 
Brilliant oranges, scarlet, gold weave her leafing harvest crown;
Her saffron slippered feet trip down a path of aging green.

Even the moon grows large with October envy,
but he cannot out do her flamboyant display;
his grand act only lasts a moment
compared to summer's pretentious autumnal show.
She hangs on, only brown remaining,
wringing out every vestige of our praise...
until winter comes, ice bragging, to steal the last away.

August 28, 2014

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Mortal Season

The crunch of snow under trudging feet
        A breath of white, a darkened sky
          Eyes near closed from sting of cold
          She dreams of summer days

       With each small step, that leaves it's mark
           Upon the white
    In dreamy state, where daydreams play
From cold, away from chill, from ice upon the hills..
         Her thoughts, they bide, for summer days, 
                            and dreams that take the cold away 

        She finds herself so far away, a place
           Where weeping willows brush her face
      Bending 'neath the branches low 
                 While walking on a garden's path 

         Grass gently sways, green as glass
 So timid blows the warming breeze,
      It fetches shining hair with ease
            The wisps of gold which fly astray, 
             Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
 A melody of larks that sing
      An amber sun, a basking glow, that ambles by
          To warm a face so pale from winter's sunless sky

Until once more the breath of chill upon a cheek
            And snowflake on her lash
    Startles cold,  like morning ash, returning eyes to winter's cry
             A cold north wind that catches scarf
     A thief that snatches warmth away, and thus her dream
          And now awake, she sighs, find it still,... the winter day 

 Yet distantly, there lies in wait, a springtime place, a promised fate 
           A path beneath the willow tree, where sun peeks through the velvet haze
       Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, and larks sing lovely lullabies
    The earth will wake, new walks to take.. and be, not a dream...
              But a day to praise

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Submitted for Constance's "A Walk to Remember" contest....

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Onset of Summer

when the coolness of spring 
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.  

the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed themselves off one by one
exposing the bare branches,
ahoy!! soon thereafter
the nature’s miracle can be witnessed,
if one looks at the bare dry branches
a bit more closely.

suddenly they seem to be covered 
with growing tender green leaf-shoots ‘n buds,
and slowly begin to swing
in the gentle breeze like coy maidens,
taking cover behind each other
they nervously glance around to check,
they have not been seen naked
in their act of changing their attire
by any stranger.

when the flower-laden branches
of mango and other fruit trees
gently dance in the air,
to sweet notes of the cuckoo’s song
attracting butterflies ‘n insects to their flowers,
and what a surprise to see not so long after
the sudden evolution of flowers into small unripe green fruits,
which promise to become sweet ‘n juicy
in the growing heat of the engulfing summer.

the morning cool and gentle breeze
rapidly starts to convert itself into, 
a hot, biting, dry, strong westerly wind
as the sun simmers agonizingly close ‘n longer,
everyone gets nature’s signal
to search for shade and cool greens for solace,
before the heat saps up
whatever energy is left in the living beings.

An old poem, now submitted for contest:This poem really S***s
Catherine Tunke on 27.5.2014 commented:
'Is this a poem or a Weather Report? Seas are slight on a low swell. No risk of a tsunami? No point no rhyme and not semblence of poetry.'

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~Without  suntan lotion~

The balloon man silently left the park
Where are all the jump rope kids?
The hopscotch sidewalk is slowly fading
The children are covered in sweat
I see dried pecan trees, every one fights for the fountain turn
Where are all the pretty flowers, why do the swings sit alone? 

Why must it hurt -the sun -the burn -the tan,
It must be summer all over again?


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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

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What Is Or Is It

                                            What is ? ----- Is it ?

                                            What is happiness ?
                          A hot summer day, walk barefoot in cool grass
                             Picking a large bouquet of summer flowers
                                     and then merge a flower crown
                                       Maybe get a good advice of
                               flower Daisies : love me, love me not,
                                          love me, love me not.......

                                             What is happiness ?
                                      Listen to the frogs love song
                                    by the small pond in the woods
                            Enjoy a fantastic and very light spider webs
                                    Who can do better than the spider
                                         See the raindrops on a leaf,
                            which glistens in the sun shining like jewels
                              Meadow which is full of yellow dots when
                                     Buttercup is smiling and nodding

                                              What is happiness ?
                                       Hand in hand on charity trail
                                               be giddy with love
                              A tender and gently kiss of the one you loved
                                   The dream of a family, have children
                                    and experience that new life is born
                                  Living life together for better or worse
                                    and that the device love never ends

                                   Happiness for me is that you are here

A-L Andresen

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Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples tossing  their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
way down to where glazed bushes nestle.
Above roasted sail of Laguna River
crossing a, foliage begins to seethe
on flamed leaves amidst summer’s  embrace,
as  more timber follow a  float
where mauve petals kiss the air.

The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
reach a coaled ember of summer fire,
cluster of moments drapes veined trunk
with sniff of earthy scent, reminding me
how lush the branches swell against heat
of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
brush the stars with paint of reveries.
Warm the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a dizzy sketch of romance, and then,
Like a curl of ambrosial boughs in rumba dips,

Trees hold passion’s charade, until...

Charlotte Puddifoot's  Vibrant Verse 2 Contest
- new poem

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Dog Days Dreaming

ahhh…ripe red fruit….
 baby….I can taste it
 a bit tart yet so sweet
lingers on my tongue 
       that starves
for just one sip of you

with balmy summer sun 
          and us
embracing erotically 
        in the hush  
of a sea side concerto
the toss of my hair
from your rough mans hands
 and a sudden breeze

caught up in the sultry heat 
    of your contingence
you make me tremble
     with incoherent sighs
and quivering thighs
 sheer mad wanton cries

    A tempest of lust

sand lingers like fairy dust
     on our tanned skin

you tease me and tempt me
with breathless reverence

     you are so alluring
untamed and sexy
(your virility beseeches my hunger)
    and I want you 
until I just can’t breathe

waves crash the shore
as you pummel the walls
of my tender heart

the soul of summer
    wild wind and 
taut tender dreaming

dipped rich in chocolate
     (melted warm)
pirouette upon my mouth
  crimson and stained 
from sensual  lips cinched
     with the only man 
I have ever loved like I love you
you are my every dream

secluded shore  
tropic air and palm fronds
    our island aria
 hidden from view
      bodies clenched 
raw panting passion

my lover and my friend
my soul mate

a summer etched in my mind
to replay into eternity
         with you 
and your brooding and evocative eyes
( I could not forget  those days 
if I tried )

my love…. we have yet to live this
and it is to my solemn regret
that I still have yet to touch you
these eyes gaze your distance

these summer strawberries ripen

while soft cherry lips wait
always for the promise of you…….

Written for Sir Johns Summer Celebration Contest :)

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Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win

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Captured-..The Spirit Wind

Captured…..the Spirit Wind 

 (tribute to “My spirit you” by Colin Mitchell Williams)

when you paint a portrait of this love
      it is exquisitely artistic 
moving souls with words…
splashed on the canvass of this page
like it bled from within your soul
                  like it spilled from you
from an always pouring faucet
coming from the deepest well….

           blatant and caressing
tumultuous and arousing
it comes arrayed in many hues
sprinkles softly like golden dust
poured on feminine hearts
stained with passion
red and pink (your blooming heart) 
fervent with heat
sultry and captivating….
much like summer breezes
on balmy beaches
you are passion refined
defined as profound

you speak of this love that rests inside
(one like you say you have never known)

    she is lovely you say….

“Now you are like a blue girl
Dressed in summer clothes
Laughing in the sunshine
Playing on the swings of my heart
Rising to the heavens
And out beyond the stars”

how touching those lines!

we see her through your eyes of love
those shining eyes of bliss

she counts herself lucky I would say…
      what woman would not?

a woman could but only wish
that she could hold a mans heart
that beats with a constant beat
that captures such staggering
        and brilliant colors

erotically tender…
how you describe her
we can see her in your eyes
and it feels like love should feel
constant like the sun
ever moving like the current
in a California river

going somewhere on the trees
magic in the wind
beneath a bright iridescent sky
blasting out a soothing blue 

you speak of love as it should be
it makes a woman hope 
that fairy tales just might come true 

If I could enter my own contest right now this is what i would enter. What can i say?"My Spirit 
You" is a beautiful poem :) Thank you, Colin, for the inspiration....

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Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end


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The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, ms. mcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summer. that's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacations. swimming pools. ocean city. the smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hot. really hot where i grew up. you sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mr. softee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolate. peanut butter. vanilla. strawberry. cookies and cream. cookie dough.
sandwiches. bowls. cones. smoothies. sundays. sprinkles. nuts. oh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream truck. i miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.

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Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered

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Summer Night

The night will wait, until we come again
Heaven must know, we need assurance that
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
For love such as this,.. is never ending

You must not fear the coming of the moon
The night will wait, until we come again
Evening comes streaming with fading color
A summer day bids us farewell, knowing..

Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
Lonely be the dark of a thousand eyes
Even the rolling hills will miss our love
The night will wait, until we come again

If fate comes as a comet in the night
Or comes as eclipse of the moon, not fear...
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
Though summer has gone, as summers must go...

We will climb stairs to summer once again
And I will be yours 'till the end of time
The night will wait, until we come again
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings...

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Wrapping the Night in a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...

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Virginia's abound with hills that roll off her shoulders
Wet rocks glisten on the edge of the lazy water 
Translucent fish arching through the cold channels 
Silver barbed hooks rusting in tree trunks
Dangling over the water, and breathing life into the earth

Wet like your skin, see-through blue eyes 
Making waves as the children pirouette off the stone cliffs
Disappearing into the emerald green and slate shadows 
Meeting the cool rush of the river when they get down there
Or that old carp that Lizzy caught last summer but she let go 
Swim bladders shining like mirrors, reflecting oily promises 

Running after the great blue, pistons heaving in the hills 
Soot on daddy's solemn brow, over his gentle eyes 
They all come running, soaking and plodding home
Eager hands grasping for the pie in the window
While the last beat of the summer wind kicks around
Makes the quilt with many colors take flight on the line 
One more day under the belt, and another notch in the bed post 
Sleep like kings, little Southern Royalty 
That old time hang dog moon will see you through 

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Summer Sounds Surround Me

I sit here in the park amidst a carpet of green speckled with buttercups and daisies
A pale blue sky above ceilings my room as I close my eyes
as I open my ears to the Summer sounds surrounding me
Buzzing encircles me as bumble bees in picnic mode
collect the rich nectar from the sporadic yellows and whites

To my left in the distance I hear the distinct sound of children playing in the parks
swimming pool
Shriek's that would cut glass are consumed by the vast expanse
Water splashing resonates through the air as if carried on the Summer breeze
Chimes appear from the distance as a frenzy of screams shout
Mam, dad it's the ice cream van
Suddenly a quietness descends as I picture children and adults
licking their ice cream nectar like thirsty hungry bees

To my right I hear the distinctive grunts of my daughter and her friend
emulating Flushing Meadow on the local tennis courts
The odd yell of congratulations from watching spectators breaks the scene

As I turn my head again in radar like fashion I zoom in on the aviary where gorgeous
budgies are kept
I can picture their greens, yellows and blues through my closed eyelids
This little community chirp endlessly as they flutter in organised commotion
Delights of aw echo across the flower beds as they are absorbed in my

Modern man interrupts this tranquil scene as metal birds noisily
roar overhead whilst bodied engines reverberate reminding us of the mechanical
world we live in
My own little world this Summers afternoon comes to an end as my daughter and her
friend return with vociferous tones
I open my eyes as normality returns
We gather our belongings as we head of home listening to the cacophony of modernism

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not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.

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What would I say to you my love
if I  should chance to meet you yet again
in the summer rain
whilst I were walking in a field of flowers of the sun,                                                                      
I’d try to find the words
to tell you how I’ve missed you,
how I have longed for you 
down all these years in silence.

But you would know my heart
and how I’ve yearned and sorrowed
for your sweet face,
for your tender touch,
and how I’ve missed your eyes
those pools of silver light,
and for the bond I thought I’d lost forever.

Then you would speak to me                                                                                              
in flowers,
in the green blades of meadow grass,
in the flight of swallows
swooping on the soft still air,
and in the wind
singing in the tall proud trees,                                                                    
and you would show me 
how our love is not forever gone
but lives 
and breathes its beauty
within the beating of my heart.

You would leave me then                                                                                
and I would stand here in the summer rain 
amongst the flowers of the sun,
and if we should ever chance to meet again my love
what would I say.

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Ah, what music north.

Lay out on summer at last.
Pipe the first faint break of cloud and air.
Pipe the heated rotten,
          the over sweetened bloom.
Pipe the soothing heat in summer’s name.

Lay out on summer’s depth,
          bass along the wetted spine….
How fancy o’erspills its frame outward
And every drowsy glance is eternity.

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my sunshine

in the sands 
Of life kissing you 
Leaves footprints 
A warm kiss 
Smiling inside 
I pass to you 
form one  soul

As sunshine colours 
A bouquet rainbow 
So pretty 
in the sky 
Kissing angel tears 
Falling mist 
Venus who loves you 

a smiling sun 
Life blood 
of our being 
Warmth in 
her embrace 

Smiling master 
of light 
My beautiful cupid 
Kissing golden rays 
You are my sunshine 

Reflections of you 
A sparkling within 
The heart of Venus 
Who will forever 
love you 

Wrapped up 
in your blanket 
One of love 
into the distant horizon 
A setting 
You are my light 
One shining 

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winter,summer, spring, and fall

First of all I am going to tell you a story about the four seasons,
winter summer spring and fall,

Its a story not to forget at all and it is easy to remember that
Fall is a season that likes it cool, the nice wind blowing as all the leaves make sounds as they hit the ground,

And Winter it's a season of snow with the frosty nicknames that everyone knows.

And Summer is the hotest season of all,bringing up the heat so much you  wish it was still fall.

Now spring is the prettyest season I have seen, where everything is blooming and growing green.Its a season where all  the birds start singing cause of the joy they have had with winter,summer, spring, and fall....

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goodbye summer goodbye i will miss them so all the flowers in my garden  they needed me and that felt right  i spoke to the flowers explained to them about the sun  about the shade  about the showers i will miss them so  all the flowers in my garden the days won't be able to hang around as long the nights well they'll be around more but as things stand i have no one  no one to kiss in the light of the moon no one to hold beneath the pin lit sky the days won't be able to hang around as long i'll have to roll up the beach  I'll have to put it in storage i wouldn't want it to freeze  or get seriously bitten  by the grip of winter days i've learned by experience  even in autumn winter visits here i'll have to roll up the beach i will have to discretely wave my goodbyes  to the ocean curls and all of its pearls speak quietly in order to not upset the boardwalk  she always cries  she hates goodbyes she'll miss her friend her best friend summer i will have to discretely wave my goodbyes no more t-shirts and shorts or barely there swim suits i'm going to really miss the ladies dressed like this i'm going to really miss what they do to my rubber neck yes i confess i am not particularly attracted to parkas no more t-shirts and shorts or barely there swim suits i might as well say good bye now summer i'm not very good at this it makes me sad i should tell you i won't be going to the airport i couldn't stand to watch you leave. i like you here i might as well say good bye now summer i'll help you pack, you'll need the grey clouds the thunder cries the zig zag lightning bolts you'll need some zip lock bags to pack the humidity i've spoken to the birds they're all set to migrate why does every story need to have an end...

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30 Years Ago

30 Years Gone

Such a long time to be apart
No contact but you are still in my heart
Memories of the years we spent together
The smiles
The laughs
The times we made love under a warm summer sun
It was paradise
The best times of my life
One misunderstanding between us
No one at fault ended us
Destroyed paradise
The smiles and laughs died in a single day
And the summer love making faded into a distant memory
I still look at your picture in an old yearbook
Torn and tattered age is trying to take that from me too
But you will always be in my thoughts
You will always be in my heart
I will always love you
I just wish I could tell you one time
Then maybe the last 35 years would be gone
And we would be together

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Can Heidi Klum ( for Chris )

Can Heidi Klum     ( for Chris )

She weaved her way
On long delicate ankles
Floating under loose summer dress
No sign of a strap

The crowd faded 
So much gossamer
So few threads
To scatter the shadows of form beneath her dress

Swelling curving 
Blonde tied swing pony tail softly bobbing
The sunlight falling
A waterfall around her

He sat unaware of his stare
The half risen cup hovering between
Her and his lip

She smiled 
Was that smile meant for him
Those luscious long legs floating her closer
Movement lifting rising shudders feminine

Bottom lip lowering
Recognising; is that Heidi Klum
The waltzing goddess of his dreams
Sashayed ever closer to him

Drink ignored and now spilling
Heidi Klum walked right up to him
All loose summer dress and no sign of a strap
And smiling

And with that curious glint only a woman has
When she sees something she wants
She swayed like magic
Down to the seat that sat waiting for her

He fumbled his cup and coughed
But Heidi was all butter soft eyes and curves
In sensual hands and body language of moist
Parted lips in summer heat

Should he stand, should he sit, his bum hovered between
Should he offer his hand or proffer a kiss
More the kiss he so would wish
And Miss Klum hung poised to anticipate

“Well,” she said, “big man, are going to buy a girl a drink?”

And there he sat with Heidi Klum
All soft curl and sexual loose summer dress
With no hint of a strap
His careful whit made her laugh

And as the sun stretched its shadows along the walks
They went together hip to hip and arm in arm
The promised kiss stopped to linger with them
And whispered another promise for the night to come


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To thong in public...

To wear a thong in public...
Not much chance of that...
Unless your the type...
That gets invited back...
For unlike the summer months...
What's there to show...
I myself...put it on the shelf...
As like most you know...
To thong in public...
That's a life time ago...
A little more to hide...
Even in summer time...
To wear a thong in public...
Not much chance of that...

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Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!


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Summer Wave

Heat Wave

My tongue reaching out in one daring taste.
A cold purified ice storm is what I crave.
Trapped under a mountain of heat, all the way to my waist.
Yearning waters to cure this excessive hot weather waste.
Prolonged periods that android my moves like an Egyptian Slave.
Jobless and still my body lies in a frigged lake of sweaty waves
Brave to inhale and exhale the hotness of this limbo loom.

Summer time means nothing to the gravity on my knees.
This drop of rays is killing me.
One to many dry spells-
Worse than a bat out of hell!
Running down chocolate hills,
Can you feel, what I can Feel?
Lost in my own bodies drought.
Hot spells~ Dry wells!
What happen to cold spell?


dedicated to: Matthew Anish & 
every poet who is not from

better yet any part of 

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Her visit is bright!
It brings life and warmth. Butterflies, surfers, children, hikers,
and bungee jumpers celebrate her coming. Fireworks, fireflies, and balloons
of different colors in the air, are visible to see. We hope that she is here to stay, but Autumn is sure to show her the door again.

Date: 05/01/2015

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Alive in Vermont

Past the acquainted soiled city streets -
At last I arrived miles away from home 
To my eyes a fabulous remote pasture of olive green
Along the strains of hills and valleys
Pristine mountaintops utter with butterfly breath
A greeting of lemon daisy waved gently in the warm air  
I can feel the beads of sweat following my hairline-
Sticky summer has adorned the landscape-
With pesky bugs that I repeatedly swat away
As I approach the dusty stairs of country store- 
The ice-cold coke machine salutes me 
The ever-fiery children rushing to the ice cream freezer
With left over grins and candy apple faces 
The young boys panting dog waits outside the store-
In hopes of that drop of ice cream that may pass his way
Rustling courageous dragon flies, with cobalt blue wings-
Diving in for a close up in risk of a blow to his defeat
Along the road I go with burnt sienna barns tilted to one side-
As tattered as it stands it’s filled with character and charm 
“Antiques for sale” signs posted in a multitude of places tempting to the eye 
Journeying in the wind someone’s summer attire on a clothesline
And the aromatic pine trees that stand established like soldiers- 
As though they were cleverly eavesdropping 
Now I sigh….
I’ve been to heaven amongst of wafting smells of fresh cut hay-
The wind tickles my hair into my face 

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The Boardwalk

The Boardwalk

Whistles, jeers
Unrelenting young men
Ladies in swimsuits sigh while passing by

Screams from the Wild Mouse
Creaking ominously against summer skies
What happens if it fails to make that turn?

Spinning wheels, colorful trophies
“Step right up and try your luck!”
“Come on, Dad, it’s just a buck.”

Children’s laughter
Fun House draws a youthful audience
Mom and Dad slurp snow cones outside

Buzzing overhead
Plane with trailer invites diners:
“Sample succulent fare at Oyster Pad”

Honking trams
Make room for commuters
Who heckle pedestrians

Pounding surf
Lovers entwine beneath the wooden planks
Whispering promises of eternal affection

Cooing pigeons
Stalk the waffle stand
Wings flutter when bounty’s found

Yawning toddlers
Mothers cradle in their arms
Dads wearily tote huge, stuffed bears

* for the Sounds of Summer challenge

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The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell


when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone


when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles


autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful


there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 

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In My Little Garden

You'll probably find me in my little garden
With my big floppy straw hat upon my head,
And dirt on my hands digging in rich black soil.
I'm always fiddling with my garden beds,
Planting ground cover between the plants,
Blue little petals with heart-shaped leaves.
Some bloom early and some bloom late,
But the anticipation is worth the wait.

A gentle breeze like butterfly wings
Lifts sweet aromas from my blooms.
Honeysuckles, alyssums and gardenias,
Flowers of reddish pink, purple and white,
Stretch and yawn towards the sun.
A true show that spoils the eyes and heart.

Please come and sit a spell and we can chat,
And enjoy my little garden of zen.
Ice tea or peach schnapps, if you wish.

For Sandy's Ivy's contest, 'My Own Little Garden'

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Summers End

gone are the hot beach days 
lounging back 
sipping a rum and coke 
where romance found a silver spoon 
while the stars above sang your name 
time is running away 
and we go along with it 
no treading softly 
as yellow leaves flutter to the ground 
without a sound 
to meet their parched end 
shadows embrace lovers 
knowing they will never feel the same 
let’s pretend it is not the end 
raise your glasses in the air 
as parties are dying down 
meet the fall of summer with 

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Summertime Celebration, Freedom

I love summertime.
Especially the ones—
Meandering from here
To where with only 
   One care.

Three curious children and a map
Destined for experience.
The trunk packed to the rim:
Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies, 
Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly
And you name it…snacks galore.
Lots of pillows, covers and 
Camping gear--

We were ready to:
     Go or stop…
     Snack or eat…
At a picnic table,
In a park, or anywhere,
Even in the car.
Together as one:
Family votes --

Hey, I’ll bet that’s why-
They were:  Good. Helpful
  …and Curious
They were liberated 
     For the summer!!!  
No structure- only:
Fun. Joy. Surprises.
Oh, the togetherness…smiling.

We were Free—

Free to drive all the way to New York,
Park for 30 minutes, wave at the Statue of Liberty,
And drive a thousand miles back home. 
Free to stand on the Continental Divide one day
And camp in the Grand Tetons the next.
Free to explore Yellowstone National Park
…Or ride on a carriage in San Francisco.
Free to dig for fossils in Aurora, North Carolina
Or see: the Painted Desert and The Petrified Forrest.

We were Free—Free—Free—to Celebrate Summer…. and we did!!!

Reposted for Poetry Soup Member Contest: First Poem On Soup 	
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot

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Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!

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Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

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My First Steam Engine Train Ride

                               Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, 
                 Taking my first train ride, I’m so excited and it’s thrilling 
    Can’t wait to go north where it’s cool to stay with my grandpa and grandma 
                Ma and pa say I’m old enough to go by myself, I’m in awe
                                Dressed in my Sunday outfit, crinoline,
                                                   And my fine
               Bonnet decorated with ribbon and blooms I watch with my pack
Passenger’s restlessly anxious waiting with me at the depot for the train to come up the track 
                     Buck boards and horses with their riders running by 
                    Dust clouds form, covering everything with dust, I sigh 
                   Making us use our handkerchiefs as we cough, and pace
           Beads of perspiration causing tiny streams down my brow and face
                              Leaving thin streaks in the brown dust  

                                    A great swell of the blackest   
                   Charcoal smoke billowing smokestack, whistle blowing
       Steel wheels against the rail cause a braking, screeching, vibrating sound 
          Locomotive coming up the rails into view, like a charging black rhino
                   A massive moving machine, a fantastic sight to take in
                           To carry me off to places I have never been

                Conductor howlers, “All aboard! “As we stand at the depot
                     I hurry to sit in the hard wooden seat by the window 
                       The conductor in a black uniform and hat, usher 
    And walks up the aisle of seats to check everyone’s ticket to see if it’s in order

                      We finally start with a jerking move, whistle blows, 
               Smokestacks start billowing with the circling gray, black smoke 
 Staring out the window for hours at the scenery of the outside world as it passes by
        Prairies, telegraph poles look like pick fence, buffalos grazing on the way 
       Smoke starts coming in through the windows, settling all over, and pollute
                                 Getting my Sunday dress black with soot 
                       Conductor routinely came around checking for sparks   
                    That flew in among the passenger and started small fires
                                      It’s an uncomfortable experience
                   Every bone in my body aches from the hard wooden seats,
                                      Every bump and sway of the train 

                                   Beds are a little more accommodating 
                               Wooden shelves stack one atop of another
                                 The swaying of the train lulls me to sleep 
                                  Dreaming of the things I will see and do 

                               Cannot wait for this journey to come to an end  
                       So I can get off this miserable, filthy, harsh riding, train
  To a warm bath, and grandma’s cooking, with a comfortable chair, and feather bed

                                            By: Eve Roper
                                    Contest: Railway Journeys
                                   Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

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For all daylight hours of this magical season
I lingered along the edge of a lake and
Was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
And all sounds are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall and the wind blows
Pastures smell with uneaten placentas
The lovely autumn days, the new mown hay.
Pigeon in the morn, cuckoo in the noon,
Corncrake in the eve, the wasps in the jam
The smell of gorse, the look of the gorse.

Apples falling, children walking on leaves
Larch turning brown, the chestnuts falling
Winds howling, the sea breaking over the pier
The milkweed pods are breaking and
Bits of silken down floating on breeze
I stood for a while under autumn tree
The cripple wind moved among the leaves
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
This autumn dusk has brought me tears.

January 4, 2015
Form; Free Verse
Third Place win

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Wild Strawberries

Where is the friend I seek at the break of day
When night falls I still have no sight of him.
My burning heart shows me  traces
from him,, still no sight of him.

I see traces of him where the flowers have bloomed.
His love mingles with every breath I take,,,, 

His voice calls to me in the summer wind.
Here comes the thunder down on my 
aching heart.

Letters from my lover on years past,,, 
Do you not see the love & tenderness
spilling over onto the lined papers ? 

It was the summer house where we first met,,,
He was with his family and I  with mine.
We were all of 18 that summer.

But I knew it would take a lifetime or two.
Before our love was through.
Don't be afraid of the wind my love
For it is only me feeding  off   
Wild   Strawberries 

 Was watching an old Troy Donahue movie,, teenagers falling in love on summer vacation,,,,they were eating wild strawberries ;}      12, 20, 2004 1:am

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Sheltered beneath the moon’s enchantment,
Are the careless castaways, of the lost summer
Nights of innocence.
Released from the binding tethers of society,
These youthful spirits of the wild heart soar,
 Beyond flights passion into seductions
Nether realm of pleasures hidden within
The inner desires flame.
Gliding, melting asunder it is a spiritual
Union, seamlessly mixing completely absorbed
Within the embrace of one another. 
In dawns purifying light, two souls join as
One, kissed by the first rays of sun, ever so
Tenderly, awakening from dreams enchantment.
Sing sweetly songbird, let your softest melody
Be their  lullaby’s sounding, in harmony’s
Gentle whispering undertones, of hushed
Vows eternal.
Shimmering translucent rainbows, are set
Aglow, lofting in silences offerings of future
Promises exchanged between these earth
Angels unbound, lost within loves mystical 
Embers of these summer nights.
Let the raging storms of life, strike with
The force of a hurricane blast, nay shall
This beautiful memory of youth last forever
In the deepest book of remembrance.
A tender render of days long since past,
Delicately preserved in the hearts of two
Spirits, whose wings brushed against each
Other along a distant shore,  during a time
Of lost Innocence, on a warm summer’s
Nights dream. 


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Summer's End

The sun is a scythe slicing late September skies,
severing the gilt chain link of sultry summer days.
Smoke spirals slowly above cornfields crackling with gold,
as if the brittle fields are alight

with the cremation of summer's scorched carcass.
Mornings, there is a new sting in the air
as wasps scavenge the rotting guts of redcurrants
in a huddle of blood spot bushes,

and the last windfalls soften, sweetening untamed grass.
Late summer's muggy pulse falters and fades
as arterial light spills from the failing, anaemic sun,

and Michaelmas daisies droop drowsily, jaded and wan,
as September's gilded edges soften,
mellowing into October's mauve.

for 'Summer's End' contest

by Charlotte Puddifoot
entered into Nette Onclaud's 'Take Two' contest on 4/2/2014

*I've left the original date and contest title untouched so you'll know it is a piece that genuinely didn't place...looking down at that first comment of Andrea's I had to laugh because it's usually the kiss of death for me in a contest whenever she says something like that! lol

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Winter Walks

                                Winter walks,
                                   on summer beaches,
                                 but for you and I.
                                 Marking our steps 
                                        in soft sand,
                                  that soon,
                                 the tide must wash away.

                                  Months from now,
                                     our walks will have been

                                 Beaches crowded with bodies dressed,
                                     in summer styles.
                                   We will have become
                                        last years news.

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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Ice Cream

Ice Cream



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Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.

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School Holiday Memories

Memories of long gone school summer holidays
Far away from the gates of hell
bulling and Malay.

Six long weeks of freedom that seemed a year
staying in bed not having to get up at eight
descent food and not pig squill on your plate
Children's morning TV 
cartoons and Robinson Crusoe
adrift at sea.

Going for long walks in the countryside
with my mates
Rolling down hills 
staying out until it was dark and late
making buttercups and daisy chains
singing pop songs down the lane
going on day trips
Playing kiss and tell
Down by the sewage works
oh boy did it smell
Going to the youth club
Wednesday night
the girls looked and smelled pretty
and sometimes there was a fight.

Camping out all night in a tent
Out riding our bicycles
the chains coming off the wheels got bent
The time when the fair came around
and we'd rode the dodgems
and the waltzer than spun you around.

The sweets and treats that we'd eat
the games of football on the street
The first fumbled nervous kiss
of first love
sleepless nights sweetheart missed
the back row of the cinema
Reading comics under the bedclothes
with a torch at night
dreams of adventure and heroics
until the morning light.

Oh what fun before the return to hell
I recall everything and the smell.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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The Fall of Summer

Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
 Gone are the long summer evenings full of crickets ,cicadas and fireflies flickering light,
 Blinking their secret codes, mysterious and magic , in plain sight 
  Marking time with the pale yellow moon passing thru starry fields of dark summer nights
 Fall sweeps in, proclaiming loud and clear, the death of summer is now so near
The  seeds run full nourishing the land , acorns dropping ,and everything ripens,
 Soon the trees will change their skin and like magic a new life appears
From vibrant  green to orange, red and yellow 
 Long slow and rolling , dark green and pale ,the waves  tamed and mellow, carry their lament 
Carrying a sharp edge the cold ,damp wind brings sudden intent
 Grey banks of clouds, long and low  stretch to the horizon with  their rainy content
Soon Jackets and jeans ,sweatshirts and sleeves will take their rightful place ,
 Layer upon layer will I make of bare legs and chests that were openly seen
The  deserted beaches , falling  skies, pale and pink, all proclaim the long rest is now at hand
Painted pumpkins all in a row dot the land with orange and black
Mister owl haunts the night in his  favorite wood on wing and nightcap
While  lingering over bare earth and frosted fields of yellow corn  and golden ripe wheat
 Couples and  lonely people  ,walking silently, hand in hand, hurry back to their retreat 
And  sailboats huddle close together on dry land almost within  reach and wistfully watch  the sea
 And  I will sit near a warm glowing  fire, book in one hand, sipping hot cocoa or  tea

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I don't want to leave my HOME - 2

I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty 
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look  I see the beauty of my life, my Home

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Summer Swimming Pool

Deep end diving; shallow-end Fear.
Barbecue host and nobody near.
Crystal, shimmering; fish to eat. . .
Lounge chair Dolphin wets her feet.

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Summer is lemonade

Summer is a lemonade
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade

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A small advance party scouted the valley high,
The rest,
In a ba,
Massed on the ocean nigh,
Not towering creatures with spindly hairs,
Nor mountains of bellows with rumbles of bears,
But endless splotched
Like cotton from cats,
Plumps and hunky
Like so many rats,
These clouds rolled by
In a playful parade,
Summer chasing Summer,
Turtle passing hare,
Chicken riding puppy dogs,
This tree and ground my chair.
Horsehead whales
And heads of bores and boars,
Dragons and unicorns
The half-moon with me watched.

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The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

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Sultry Southern Sunday

Sultry summer deep south
not only a season
or a climate, it is a dimension
I float in it submerged...

A sinuous southern life
oblique and sometimes slow
old beauty in salty thick air
warm blood sea misty and fragrant...

Come forth my pouting southern lady
hazy honeysuckle in the heat
we lie down in green pastures
Sunday love in the valley of death...

We raise the waters of the mighty Mississippi
to a rolling raging boil
our fingers do all of the praying
she anoints my head with oil...

Holy humid sultry Sunday
I choose not to spend it alone
swing low, sweet chariot 
coming for to carry me home...
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I Remember That Summer

           ....  I remember that summer

    ...He was only here for the summer.
Countless afternoons the four of us spent
swimming at the dam or playing soccer in the park.
Gayle and I, he and Donny.

    ...Awkward fifteen year old shyness
turned into sixteen year old flirtations.
A game of tag in the cemetary
turned into a playful wrestling match
before becoming a tender kiss.

    ...He told me he could not date me
because his best friend had a crush on me.
Before summer ended I was dating a senior,
eighteen and so grown up.

    ...His friend had never stood a chance with me
and he had thrown away his.

~~~ for Franks's contest "A Summer Memory" ~~~

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Summer Snow

In the heat of summer day
I remembered cold of winter,
watching how poplar fluff-the summer snow
is flying on the streets.

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Thoughts of Him


                                 As she sits drinking her coffee on
                                 the swing soaking in the summer day.
                                 A smile appears on her face when
                                 the thoughts of that summer day passed.
                                 *remembering, when she met the stranger
                                 at the park years passed.
                                 They laughed, talked, and walked together
                                 hand in hand.
                                 He craved their names on the big oak tree.
                                 It would be there for everyone to see.

                                 Suddenly, she hears a crash as her coffee
                                 cup falls and shatters on the patio below.
                                 It jolts her  back to reality once more.
                                 Sadness on her face now the smile gone.
                                 *Thoughts of him the stranger comes back
                                 to her mind tears falling as she remembers
                                 him saying to her-------We can never be, For
                                 I am a Married man------.

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The once crowded beach is now deserted
Not a sandcastle or deckchair is in sight
The golden sands lay pristine 
Blue waves gently lapping the shore

Summer sun sets low in the evening sky
Plum, lilac, pinks and orange hues
Paint the sky like an artists brush
Night falls quickly with a deathly hush

Autumn leaves now crunch under our feet
Painting the pavement with brown and gold tones
The trees stripped bare and vulnerable
Skeleton like twigs reveal their naked beauty

The colder nights are drawing in
With a biting chill in the autumn air
Snuggled up in our winter coats
Hats scarves and gloves our constant friends

Contest: Summer’s End
Sponsored by Kelly Deschler

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Suntanned toes
Submerged and swirling tepid water
In lazily summer circles
While I float
Dangling fingers, barely skimming the surface
Hypnotic lapping little waves
Caress the warm plump vinyl inner tube
While I float
Strands of hair dipping into the lake
As I gaze upward at 
Forever bright blue summer sky
And clouds like carded cotton fibers
Floating slowly by
Sun kissed thighs and freckled knees
Bobbing slightly with the breeze
While I float
And perfect summer flows
Around my suntanned toes

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The Blue

Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  

Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes that play
  When it’s about to drop wet
 Upon human’s bower.

It’s wonted (by this time) to descry 
 Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.

In the mood of the inclement
 It’s sparse to hear
  Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound 
  Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.

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It came up very slowly 

from behind the maple grove

to illuminate the June sky,

it didn't radiate much as other nights;

I stood silent fascinated

by a huge orange moon

hanging over the dark forest...

never thought to behold its magnificence!

No sighting of this magnitude,

ever did spark my fantasy

to make each moment spent under it

a night of thrilling discovery!

And that huge orange moon

rose higher on the Globe

and met the Northern Star which is

very distant from a planet that's very dull!

Written on July, 4 2013
 for Natan's A contest,
" Fantasy "

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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!

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Hello Summer

I feel the summer day that slowly Climbs up to my being I hear the music of summer breeze, It makes my heart dancing Hello, summer I wanted to sing Closely at the rainbow sky And embrace the clouds That spring through the air Hello, summer Time has come to see you once again I see the clear blue sky, That invokes me to fly high I feel my spirit rise and Soar like a wind, Birds shall chant in every grove And winds will puff its power from above Hello, summer I shall walk on the fields of meadow And the trees are my shade From the sunlight that you’d give Soon, the fragrance of flowers Will go with my rambling Would you sing together? With the dancing clouds at the sky These forests soon shall dance again The mountains can evenly hear your song And the falling waters shall be sung with you Wide streams adhere listening in their fall But soon the sun with gentle rays Will fall down to the cool ocean Where his voyage ends Hello summer, I will see you again Written By : Cheryl Aldea Summer Contest - ( Debbie Guzzie)

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Longing For Summer

It's almost time for...
A time to be free
To go a little crazy
Push things to the edge
Longs drives around the town
Even longer nights around the bonfire
Hot guys and beautiful girls
A time for 
Long days
And even longer nights
It's a time to ditch
The sweaters for tank tops
To peel of the jeans
And slip into some shorts
Feel the breeze caress your face
And flirt with your hair
It's a time
To fall in love
Kiss in the rain
Make new friendships
Create amazing memories
It's a time where all worry melts away
The winter blues are gone
Happiness is everywhere
Life all around
New life,color,sounds
Summer is a time to get lost
Take a road trip to nowhere
Just drive around
Take a risk 
It's a time to love life and just 

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AUGUST 10 '78

Vacation mood yet pervades
As surely count the days,
Not long till sights mark the arrival,
I'm there.

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Butterfly, butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly you colorful princess of the summer sky.
We are delighted by your visit in your brightly colored dress.
We view with delight your erratic flight as you come fluttering by.
You make your entrance floating along on some gentle summer breeze.
Going where the breeze goes, tis truly a nomadic life for thee.
Stopping only to sample a blossom’s sweet nectar then you are on your way.
But that same breeze that brought you here causes me to sneeze
And sneeze and sneeze.

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Sizzling soft finger tips, 

Blaze gently across my body,

Feeling the hiss of her heat,

Steam rises as we entwine our limbs,

Burning lips trace my ear as she whispers of paradise,

Both longing for this heaven to last,

Love sears our hearts as desire leaps from eyes,

While two passions melt into one,

We fly together to ecstasy before a scarlet sunset.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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A Long Time Ago

I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence 
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing  smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood

A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.

Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place

A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.

The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today

A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond

Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.

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Life is full of memories/
of times past/ and present/
times from my childhood/
of running in the rain/ crying/
because the raindrops were hitting me on the head/
and my mother calling to me/
I'm here/ don't cry/ it's all right.
Children chasing butterflies/ and playing
ball in the neighbor's field.
Watching the sunrise/ and the stars telling
me to have a good day/ just before they went
Walking down a path at a summer camp/fishing in 
a favorite spot/and catching a bass that I'm still
talking about.
Building a raft with a best friend/ cutting trees and 
logs/ and floating them in a warm summer breeze.
Walking in the moonlight with a first girl friend/ and experiencing
our first warm kiss.
Holding hands and dreaming dreams/and walking barefoot down a dusty
road/kicking up dust/and feeling it sifting through bare toes.
Seeing a first born child/holding it tight in my arms/
looking into its eyes/ and seeing it smile back.
Hearing a child ask/ 'what are moonbeams, and where do they go?'/
Holding a child as it goes to sleep in my arms/
knowing that the world is all right/because daddy is near/
and there is nothing to fear.
Memories are mine/and wonderful to share/
as time races on/and grandchildren gather in my arms/
Watching them chase butterflies/and ask about moonbeams/
and rainbows/and catch a first fish/and tell me/.....
......I love you big daddy.

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She drifts lusciously --- eyes tracing a window filled with orange stars where rows of flowers bend into a dance, summer reflects who i am through midnight hours relishing the deep flavor of moon. In the stillness of dusk when all boughs turn to virtues and sins deepening the fragrance of airbrushed sky, she will find her own moment on a caravan of roses in the shade--- while the breeze climbs on her pores stirring the glow of fireflies blazed. Oh how she blooms more daring than mist of spring, flitting like a woman whose spirit enters inside my navel; much like the glaze she was born from, summer raises her tanned arms... fluid, raw, loving; then, to explode into an awakened flight shading the contours of July's bright pastels, her feverish way of tasting her own moment i see myself in her spontaneous flow as she drifts lusciously. Self-Portrait Contest Of Frank Herrera by nette onclaud

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Summer Lovin'

Blossom blows playfully fluttering in the warm gentle breeze
A birdsong chorus singing tunes from dawn until late dusk
Childrens joyful shouts are heard in streets and across gardens
Sprinklers water and lawn mowers cut keeping green fingers busy
Planes fly by painting white ribbons on blue canvas up above
Young couples lying in parks embracing the beauty of youth
The sun shines brightly bringing warmth and happiness to all
We’re Summer lovin’, we’re all loving the Summer while it lasts…..

(Summers not quite here yet - but nearly!!)

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Have a Wonderful Summer Break

Twas the day before Summer Break
And all through the school
Not a single kid was studying
or following one single rule
The books were all stacked in the corner with care
while paper and spitballs
were airborne everywhere
The children would not listening to what teacher said
For visions of vacation
danced in their head
They'd have parties and picnics plus get to sleep in
The only downside was dealing
with their family and kin
But that was a really very small price to pay,
Just a very small sum
Because Sweet Summer Break had at long last come.
The clock ticked toward three,soon they'd be free
Half left their seats before teacher could decree,
Have a wonderful summer break

By: Joseph DeMarco

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The waterfall splashes,
gushing from a
mossy hill that
drops small rocks;
it doesn't dribble
as on winter
days seeping into
grass that's dry.
Soon the waterfall
becomes a stream,
where ravens rest
to sip its water 
on the hottest
day of summer...
while wagtails and
hummingbirds take a
dip to wash off
pesky bugs clinging.
Trickle, lively stream...
let me hear
your sounds and 
compose a melody.

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Kiss The Rain

New Orleans summertime temperatures rise.
Mellow sounds of smooth jazz softly plays.
I drink mint juleps on these long lazy days.
It's sticky and too hot until it rains.

Drops fall gently, it's a glorious sound.
Dancing and spinning I tilt my head back.
Rain kisses my hot mahogany red parted lips.
Sweeter than that of a mountain spring,
Throat is parched, I instantly want more.
Summertime's sweet rain quenches my thirst.
Rain is short lived here in the south.

The humidity after the rain zaps me, does me in
So I sit once again enjoying the music of lite jazz.

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8-12ish Number 1

8 12ish #1

Tonight, whilst I dream,
In the midst of becoming mist,
Sighing I wish you were there.
Your eyes appear beside me,
Their blue spark delight.
Your hair between my fingers roam,
I move into the movement.

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8 12ish Number 2

8 12ish #2

Decked out in gorgeous red,
Lilies white, violet, blue and yellow
Jutting out from the pond,
Pads broad and flattened out
But not one frog to sit.
Schools of gold,
Some to faded white
With few of ebony.

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Perfect Peaceful Summers Day

A hot summer sun
and clear unblemished sky
reflected upon the idle tranquil
water surface of a sparkling river
as the glorious day gently and slowly goes  by
Passing tall flourishing sprawling
trees with their rustic burnaged leaves
gently swaying in a caressing breeze.

Elegant swans with their long necks
and heads held high
plumage as white as virgin snow
gracefully glide by
Damsel flies and dragon flies
living jewels adorn their summer clothes
as the heady fragrance of Lilac
wafts beneath ones nose.

Fish with there pouting lips
lazily try
to kiss the sky
while painted lady butterflies
dance a delicate ballet
with the midst of this perfect day.

Within the tall finger reeds
cute and mother duck and ducklings
peck at the water to feed.

A symphony of joyous bird song
delights ones ears
and touches the soul
as the temperature sears.

Upon the bank under a weeping willow tree
lay two lovers wrapped safely in each others arms
fast asleep
on their warm tender hearts their secrets they keep
as they dream in lands faraway
on this perfect peaceful 
Summers day
Making hearts smile.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.

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Summer is warm and full of life
The birds are singing
The butterflies are dancing
The flowers are talking
The wind is gently blowing
The skies are blue
People are playing
The smell of honeysuckles
is in the air
Boats are floating
Fish are jumping
Kids are splashing
Bees are buzzing for nectarines
The days are longer
The nights are shorter
Summer it is full of life!

(c) Jasmine Paul 11-18-2014 <3

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Summer Clouds

Watching clouds floating

in the sky, brings me

such joy, relaxing me

to the limit.

As a young boy would

lie on my back in the

green grass watching them

for hours.

Something about summer clouds

and fresh cut grass.

As a cool breeze blows my

way and sun covers a cloud

a dark shadow appears

only for a moment, then sun

peeks down trying to get through

branches, but failing to do so,

Brandy my dog is not moved by any of

this, as long as she sits here and is

near me.  Summer clouds stay there a little longer

to keep things a little cooler

for a while.

Written 7-27-11

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The Summer of Nineteen Sixty

The Summer of Nineteen Sixty

Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the pebbles and
The plop of some brave fish as he twists and turns his way through the cool green water.
 Above my head I hear the distinct call of the peewit and can imagine him hovering high in the 
Into this calm comes the soft rustle of the rowan tree, then, the more stringent sound of a wicker 
basket being opened.
I smile for I know what comes next. 
The chink of crystal glasses, followed by the pop of a champagne bottle being uncorked. 
I open my eyes to see my lover smiling at me. 
Glug, glug, the sparkling liquid pours from the neck of the bottle.
 I reach out and take the glass of fizzing bubbles, unable to keep my eyes from straying to the 
new diamond sparkling on my finger. 
And in my mind I hear again the words of love he whispered a few minutes ago. 
These, to me, will ever be the sounds of the summer nineteen hundred and sixty.

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A Walk on the Sands

As the palm-trees
danced in the faint
ocean breeze, the sands
gently tickled my feet
as they quickly moved inland

The Sun accompanied 
with a sense of freedom,
made me feel as though
the Sun-rays were passing
through me, feeding my soul
with wonder and awe

Sparkling like diamonds
dancing to the tunes of a
magical wand, the skin of the
ocean glowed with Heavenly radiance
that blinded my eyes and
enchanted my mind at the same time

This was a moment not
even a myriad comets could
inspire me with such depth
as the whispers of the ocean
and the warm stare of the Sun

By: Teddy Kimathi

(This is a Summer Poem)

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Summer Twilight

Such wonderful peace is summer twilight

as sun starts to set, birds making

their final curtain call of the day.

Sweet, oh sweet summer air, how

you make me feel so contended.

As shadows begin to cover

tree tops,

a little breeze saying good day to

the branches, where the birds are

now returning to rest their

weary wings.

Summer twilight such a delight you

give me, so relaxed him I, knowing

this has been a great day.

Written 8-8-11

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goodbye to summer

"summer" is almost gone
her cascade of lilac and roses
entwined on white fences
diminish, give way to "autumn's blush"

i see the "distorted sunrise"
peek at me from the branches
the fresh yellow-orange "almost autumn" leaves
slightly dance,beneath "autumn's breath"
i see her beauty, yet i know in my "seasoned mind"
that "reflections lie"

the "color of october"
will fall blank within "November's wind"
leaving me "longing"
for "shades of blue" in summer's skies

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Golden time

Face is beaming with sun light
Days are back to be yellow bright
Sun sparkling the face to luster
Wedding prep mark the festival

Gold and diamond the main attraction
Sunflower decoration is a resurrection
Time to party with glitzy dresses
Jewels to decorate the body and faces

Summer aspiring for a deep plunge
Sun filled water and beer struck fun
Yelling with yellow all the shopping
Second inning of life so hoping

Ye ye its back to brighten
Party, dance and fun will lighten
Wedding bells to rock the season
Gold being the bliss of bride vision.

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Side By Side

Oh it's a beautiful night!
The moon is full
And the stars are glowing
While the trees, with Earth's cool summer breeze
Start slowly blowing...

A campfire's flames are burning so bright
While a young couple holds each other tight
Warming their hearts, as these two lovers embrace
Traveling together, through time and space
Oh how tonight, with their love, they won't hide
Two lovers forever, Side By Side

Under the stars, both of them lay
They've been together, happy, all night and all day
Holding each other, a sweet caress
While green grass stains her pretty white dress
But no words, to each other, do they say
Happy just sitting Side By Side, knowing no other way

Gazing up at the stars
Breathing in the night
Them together with nature
A beautiful sight

All the years they've both struggled
And how they cried 
Has led them here tonight
It matters not now
As they'll lie here forever, Side By Side

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Lingering alone on my porch, 
leaning against the wooden railing.
Still feeling warm to the touch,
after retaining the heat from the day.

On a June evening, 
after the sun had gone down, 
just below the horizon.
The silhouette of the darkening tree-line, 
contrasting with the light still remaining
in the yellow-white sky, 
and streaked with lavender-blue clouds.

Barely warm, 
but with a slightly, cool breeze, 
blowing around my body.
Tickling my bare feet and my bare arms, 
and caressing my face.
Gently flowing it's invisible fingers through my long, golden-brown hair.
The essence of the roses, 
now peacefully asleep in the garden,
mingle with the scent 
of damp, green grass and the fresh, clear air.
Filling my lungs to capacity, 
when I close my eyes, and breathe in deeply.
Exhilarating my senses.

I hear no sound, 
except for a few birds singing somewhere off in the distance.
The chirping of one lonely cricket, 
just awakening in the early dusk.
And, the heavenly melody 
played upon the wind-chimes,
by a most talented breeze.


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Death, it is a sad way to go

Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.

People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.

Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?

Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.

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A Soul Awakened

 For  every winter there's a spring
And autumn follows summer on the wing
For every raindrop, there's a ray of light
And darkness is always conquered by light

For every smile there's a frown
As even roses have their  thorns
 And when one thing dies, another is born
The circle of life goes round and round

For each hello there is a goodbye
And every summer has its butterflies 
Laughter reverberates to drown out sorrow
But tears of sadness may come tomorrow

Every soul that dies will awaken
Though they rest  they are not forsaken
One day when that great trumpet sounds
Every soul will have an awakening

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Your love is an endless melody played just for me
Sweet notes in spring and all SUMMER long
 A single ROSE for a lonely heart. 

Your love is a joyful afternoon RENDEZVOUS. IT IS MORE
than just the spirit of my leaping heart. It is as rare as a
LAVANDER ROSE. It is the MASTER OF all loves, an enigma
Never to be understood.

It pulls at every invisible heart string. It is the DELICATE cloth which binds my soul.      it causes me to aspire 
To that which has been silently DESIRED .
YOUR  Love is a MEADOW filled with VIOLET blades of grass
Each blade has its own unique name whispered on winds with

It is each and EVERYTHING  every single day and all that sings

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Clear Summer evening
Shifting between moments
     and memories
          of merging.

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Because It's Summer

Summer begins and everything old is new again                                                                             Including my heart as it stretches out and relaxes in every moment                                      As it did in days gone by when the child inside of me was struck with wonder                                               And the world unfolded before my eyes like a three ring circus                                                       My parents took turns being the ring master then                                                                               As I ran in and out of danger                                                                                              Past the beautiful women toward the  big cats cage                                                                 And on to the the dancing bears                                                                                           Even the clowns were funny then                                                                                                       Before Frankinstien and Viet Nam began to huant my dreams                                                                                      But lets not talk about that today because it's summer                                                                 And everything old is new again

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The Sounds of Summer

The Sounds of Summer

I was trying to hear the sounds of Summer,

Which often comes with heat and dust like a hammer,

Suddenly I saw, lots of clouds hanging in the air,

They were covering the Sun, as if some mystery was there.

How amazing and mysterious are the summer clouds,

How beautifully the Sun is trying to peep out,  

How lovely is the breeze, blowing all around me,

Intoxicating my mind, with its ravishing beauty. 

How beautifully the birds are singing and chattering,

While flying in the air with their soul mates, touching the clouds,

How enchanting is the fragrance coming out from summer breeze,

How lovely is the bunch of yellow flowers, calling me there,

While hanging on the tree of Amaltash,* and embracing it completely,

Oh yellow Amaltash, 

Why you bloom, so enchantingly in summer only.

How gently the Sunbeams have touched their smiling faces,

How softly the lotus is opening its petals,

And the Roses are spreading it charms in the air,

Should I remain here or should I go there?

After those alluring summer charms, which call me from here to there,

Or should I stand still to understand and to determine, 

What is the mystery of life? Which fascinates me every where,

How really blessed is human life to enjoy such blessings,

Which we often miss in our life by just overlooking,

Since we are accustomed to hear,  the usual sound of heat & dust only.


Kanpur India. 14th May 2010

Written for Laura Mckenzie’s Sound of Summer Contest

* Amaltash.             Common Name    Amaltas 
                              Scientific Name Cassia fistula (linn). In summer it has more 
                              yellow flowers, every where on the tree and hardly any leaves. 

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Different Textures Of White

Cold, hard,white, wet ice cubes clink into a glass 'pon a summer day

                                Then they pop and snap when touched by warm tea made

Large white raindrops splatter falling from white cotton fluffy clouds
               Their sound brings hope that cooling of the summer air will abound

The white water rushes through the yard cascading over every rock and twig
     onward to the creek to dance on its way to the sea

Over those small white rapids created by those damp dark rocks

                            just a small gurgling sound of white just for me 

Forward dancing across those river rocks bouncing, swishing onward to the sea

     Those white raindrops now whitecap in small waves with a tiny rhythm 
                                         along the beach

White water necessary for life delivers different sounds to mine ears

The silence of all nature as white snow begins to fall

         Just a crisp sound of ice crystals as they touch tree limbs, the brown earth and
                                                       each other

A crisp, cold, steady sound of white snow as each flake lands

              White, white, bright white all of nature surrounds 

Sponsor: Monterey Sirak
Contest: The Sound Of Color
Written: December 03, 2013

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Her Story of Why

These are her stories of why; the sad excuses of mother's life;
Her oft-honed chip, accented with her mother's old mink stole,
Tears most lovely in her eyes as she spoke of the beautiful farm;
Telling of the hundreds of acres owned by her mother’s father;
Land-granted, debt-free paradise; all they needed pay were quarterly taxes.

She told of the day the winds began to blow, that hot summer day;
Blowing away the moisture-filled clouds, drying the ground into cracked layers.
She told of bitter cold winter days, snow blown back into the clouds by the wind;
Pastures dry-freezing, blasted by cold winds from the west;
Kitchen gardens covered with old sheets in a futile effort to protect them.

She told of spring days with no rain, summer days with no rain;
Hot winds surging into bare, bleached pastures; cattle choking on thistles;
Government purchases of the remaining cow-shaped, walking skeletons;
Beloved horses loaded into rail cars bound for St. Paul stock yards,
Purchased by the army for $3 a head -- 75 cents per glue-filled hoof.

She told of morning rituals of scraping dirt from red, itching eyes;
Scraping grit from the butter dish; scraping melted mud from the ice box;
Lifting dusty scum from the milk bottles; rinsing dusty scum from mouth rags.
She told of the day the sky turned black, burying the farm in Colorado topsoil
And shovels were needed to dig open the doors of the barn and house.

She told of two years with no crops, two years of blowing dirt;
Two years with no rain, no snow, diffused sunlight, beautiful sunsets;
So much electricity in the air, in the ground, running from roof to wire,
Men would wrap their hands in pieces of cloth before they touched
The handles of their cars, lest they be thrown to the ground from the static.

She told of the day the wind finally began to falter, coming now in fits and starts;
And her grandfather stood on his once-proud porch, looking upon his lands,
Finally seeing through clean, clear air the farm he would soon no longer own.
Taxes unpaid, liens placed on farms, on equipment, on promises;
She told of how unable to pay the tax, he was forced to let it go.

She told of her birth in a migrant camp in Washington state; the one room shack.
Born with the eyes of desperation looking on; born into grief and sorrow.
Her legacy set before her as she drew her first breath; born into failure and futility.
She told us these stories, eyes shining with tears, pride in her fated failure.
She told us these stories with her head held high.  These suffering stories of why.

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That Blue Car

by the city heat 
in that blue car,
permanently parked under embers of sunlight
until the moon
Breaks and swells in the sky,
easing the metal. Making cracks in the colour
and breaking the leather.
Aged by fair weather 
and fairly harsh wear.
It smells like…
old and laughs and memories,
sometimes like tears and cries and photographs.
And it feels like them too.
On my skin and pressed against my  back,
Grains of wishes and wants that now are dead.
How far did you drive before you could see,
The old concrete block that
crushed your resolve 
that mangled and
twisted you,
buried you here?
That caught you
in pen
immortalised you?

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5 Single Words

There is a poem I wrote several years ago that several people have written me saying how it helped them decide not to take their own life. Several people have asked me "How can you write a poem that can actually save the life of another?" My answer is simple, spend a day in bed with a loaded gun and then be willing to tell the entire world what it took to keep you from pulling the trigger. With me it came down to ---

5 Single Words

There was a man
Only 30 years of age
He found himself at the end of the road
He had lost his job
His career
His money
His savings
What there had been of it anyway
All because of a simple accident
Well, not so simple of an accident
For he was also facing the possibility
The possibility that he would never walk

He had fought
Tried to look at every possible angle
Until he came to but one conclusion
One that a person
That has never been in this situation
Could possibly ever understand

He waited
Waited there in bed
The bed that he was becoming way too accustomed to
Until his wife had left for work
Until the kids had been sent off to school
Waited there until he was finally
All alone
He had argued and fought
This was against all that he believed in
But there it was 
Hidden in the words of an obscure insurance policy
To some
He was worth more dead
Than alive

Surely they would understand
He tried to explain it in a note
He knew that God might not be able to 
But he pleaded for their forgiveness
And he was afraid that somehow
Somehow he might just become to them
A burden
This was just more than he could take

So he laid there in that bed
All alone
With a loaded pistol in his hand
Fighting a losing battle
With the simple reasoning and logic
That had driven him to this decision

In the very instant
The moment when it had finally come down
Down to raising the barrel to his head
He heard a whisper
A voice
Barely audible
But familiar somehow
5 words 
That was it 
19 letters
That made him stop

Who will find your body

Would it be one of the kids
Possibly his father
That said that he might come over
Or would it be his wife

There were so many possibilities
So many different people
And that was when it hit him
Hit him how really blinded 
He had let himself become

He put the gun away
And was very careful
Careful that no one else saw how often
For the next few days
That he cried

Some people would argue
That this was simply his conscious
That there really isn’t such a person 
As God in heaven
I know one man that will argue this point
And do so with great reason
For in the darkest hour and moments
Of a 30-year-old man’s life
God himself came down from heaven
And spoke just 5 single words
And if you haven’t figured it out by now
I thank Him every single day of my life
That He was there
To give me the strength 
And the courage
To listen

Ed Roberts 8/04/02

At the age of 30 I had 3 1/2 gallons of 350 degree grease spill down both of my legs from my knees down. Two different doctors told me I would probably never get out of a wheelchair. By the grace of God I have climbed three mountains since then.

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Smiles of a Summer night

Radiating through violet shadows
resplendent rays of moonlit charm
Smiles of a summer night.

Velvet moss on pavement grey
elegant shimmer of crystal stream, 
Radiating through violet shadows,

Maple adorning colors of Fall,
bedecking a world, still and calm,
resplendent rays of moonlit charm.

Butterflies engaged in spirited plays
Gently rings the memory bell, like
Smiles of a summer night.

Poetry Form - Cascade
** Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a 
smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; 
therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse 
one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse 
one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes 
the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example 
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For 
example, if verse one has 6
lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as 
a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect). 

(Since  there's no option for Cascade in the Form drop drown I chose Free Verse)

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Oh Rain

Rain, rain we loved as kids,
But another round of this,
We prayed against in this town.
Why? Our reasons ‘re obvious.
The previous downpour catered away our belongings,
Seven of our people were flooded away
To where only God can tell,
And nineteen was flooded out of their abode.
Preceding rain was tough.
I (myself) can’t tell the quantity I drained away from my room.
Where is government to come hitherto to our aides?
May be tomorrow, I can’t say.  

*Downpour: Heavy rainfall, Heavy shower...


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Summer Flowers

A flower as blue as the sea, A flower as green as green tea. A flower as yellow as a bee, A flower as gold as a key. A flower as purple as a plum, A flower as pink as a drum. A flower as orange as a jet, I wonder if I can get any flowers for my mother. Aunika Alch Age 11

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Inspiration of a summer sky

Azure aspirations,
I blew off.
A wisp of a summer breeze 
and a muse held me fast. 
Visions of inspiration 
flew like barn swallows
over fields and trees verdant,
swelling and contracting.
Charmed by their aerial pirouettes 
captivated and content, 
I clapped with delight.

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Saying Bye to Summer

Well here it is again; it's been long awaited
Feared. Desired. 
Dreamt of. Ignored. 
Highly Anticipated.

The summer is done and fall has begun
Despite our beseeching tears
That pitter, patter, 
Wet the ground
And soak into our fears.

But really, babe; just suck it up,
'Cause summer's end is here.
Say "bye-bye" and "bon voyage"
To memories held dear;

Between now and Christmas, kid,
Be glad for all the things you did,
Because you won't get to do
Those things no more.

Your soul is sold out for the fall
To school, to jobs
And that's not all:
You've got family and friends
To check into.

So take a bit to catch your breath
And think of what your summer meant to you.

Date: 9/9/13

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The Summer Morn

The warm summer morn
Came slowly onto this land
Spreading the delicate perfume
And filling the vale to the brim

Unaware of the miseries down there
She brought gifts for all
Gifts of ripe and juicy fruits
Gifts of sweet smelling flower

The green grass swayed with pleasure
The brook rose up to meet her
The birds started their welcoming songs
To see the last of winter

But down there
Men killed men
And women cheated each other
Totally ignorant of the summer morn

Children were bought up with bad words
The clouds of hatred
The mist of distrust
Enveloped the whole city

The soft summer morn stayed on
Trying hard to spread joy
But the ripened fruits were stolen
And fresh flowers were crushed

The city became dark and desolate
The grass bowed its head
The brook dried
The birds prepared to leave

The soft summer morn sadly turned away
The chilling frost settled happily
The place became quiet and dead
With dreams of a beautiful morn

By Tahera Mannan

Sunrise For HG’s contest

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Ayers Rock

Red rock
changing hue
morning sun
sky of blue.

Peter Dome .copyright. 2013. Dec.

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Dream Bike

The red  bicycle he had seen earlier in the store
was the one he dreamed of, the one that he adored
With handles that could go up or down
And a shiny bell, silvery and round

Not to mention the ten speeds it had
To own this bike would sure make him glad
Summer would be coming soon, and
He even imagined he could ride to the moon

Summer had come, and indeed he did ride
On a shiny red bike his joy and pride
He rode with his friends
In parks, and up hills, and on roadways with bends
The spokes on the wheels had reflectors, red
Riding with no hands as he gleefully sped
His adventures were many, with all of his friends

SUDDENLY, he was Jolted back to reality by the sound of his alarm clock!!
It was all a dream! ..., it was a terrible shock!!
Then he heard his mom say "Hurry or you'll miss your bus"
Half in a dream,and teary eyed, he got dressed with not even a fuss
Dazed, he went to the table to eat the cereal he liked
And  there in the corner, A Shiny New Red Bike!!

The smile on his face seemed brighter than the sun
He knew that the summer would be nothing but fun
That summer he rode with his friends
Through parks, around lakes, and on roadways with bends
Riding over bridges, and down by the sea
Sometimes he even popped a wheelie
His adventures were many, with all of his friends

He rode from morning till late afternoon
Even imagining that he had rode to the moon
One thing was certain, and that he well knew
Was that day when his dream had somehow come true
By: Joseph May

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A Season Unwelcome

Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but 
then striking reds, oranges and yellows.
Autumn is a season that symbolises
change and the un-noticed challenges
that we all face regardless of
whatever form they take.
Many scorn it for being a season
that many seasonal illnesses 
suddenly arise, like strained
springs suddenly being released
creating a sound that ricochets 
all around, bouncing off every
But still autumn persists for
it is locked in an eternal cycle
created by Mother Nature herself.
Autumn – a season to be cherished
and welcomed for without autumn
new life cannot form when spring
arrives creating a new blossoming
paradise of colours for the summer 
that follows where the sun will bestow
its very light on very living soul.

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Blowing Bubbles

Two blond heads with beaming smiles
on the other side of the screen door.
Blowing bubbles from their magic wands,
carried off on the breeze.

The deck is soapy,
     the window is too
          but I don't care at all.

Two blond heads with beaming smiles,
soapy from head to toe.
This is a perfect summer day
with rainbow bubbles everywhere.

The sun beams down
     but not as brightly
          as the smiles of these two.

Something as simple as bubbles in the air
brings joy to all who see.
This is a perfect summer day
with rainbow bubbles everywhere.

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Hiding Out

as a girl apart I knew
the best part of life
was a hot summer field
a great book
the sent of summer grass
and your dog
tired from the walk but happy to rest
waiting for what comes next
laying down to read
hiding from the world
hiding out

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Cozy Summer Afternoon

Sitting outside under shade tree,

on a cozy summer afternoon,

while Brandy my sweet dog

lies next to me cooling off

in the dirt.  Our summers spent together

has been an enjoyment that has brought

many memories.  I can see that she is thinking

about better days, when our dog Murphy

would be next to her, this is our second summer

without him, but the two of us are getting along, because

we still have each other to lean on, so we will just enjoy

this cozy summer afternoon as long as we can.

Written 7-27-11

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Summer Sculptures

God's summer sculpture,
Divine and complex.

A season of bright sunshine and warmth,
Walks through God's beautiful garden.

A rainbow of flowers,
My favorite, the black-eyed susans.

Their dark spheres and yellow petals,
A bouquet smiling at me when I walk past.

The green foliage everywhere,
Tall spruces and pines.

Maples with their summer green,
Extending friendship with their tall long branches and leaves.

The long winding walkway to the lake,
The ducks and geese swimming in lines.

Willows tall and sweeping,
Bull rushes ever so tall.

White lilies in pods at the edge of the lake,
A picturesque summer sculpture.

The walkway reminiscent and kind,
A return home after a beautiful day.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Glass Jars

The last
taste of summer
my pockets

mason jars
of butterflies



a childhood.

© Gry W Christensen

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The Sensual Scent of Summer

Coconut tropical oil 
Glistening on my skin
The scent intoxicates me
As I bask in the sun
And drink in the beauty
Of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea

It’s only for a short while
That I will lie here
And only because
I want to feel the power of the sun
As it makes love to my skin
Warming me and releasing
That summer scent

Soon I’ll dive into the water
Back to being "the dolphin"
The name I was given
For my prowess in the water
Swimming sets me free
I love the feel of my long black hair
Trailing in the water
Caressed by the gentle waves
I love driving in and out of the water
the feeling of total immersion
Of muted sound
Then slowly emerging
Head first
My breasts
I break through
The water trickling down

I lie back and float in the water
After a hand stand or two 
I need to let the sun
Kiss every possible inch of me
As the water buoys me up
Here I am not a foreign entity
A strange oddity
I am home
I feel strong, free
I own the water
I impress
As I glide along

Yet, now, for a few precious moments
I need to smell the scent of coconut
I run my hand along my legs
Gliding smoothly
I rub in the droplets of water
My hands find no resistence
I love the coarsness of the sand
against my lower legs
I wiggle my toes
My nail polish
Peeks through
Reminding me
How glad I am to be a WOMAN
A Woman

I love the beach
The water
The sand
The sun
The sky
The waves
The feelings that this moment evokes in me
Dreamy thoughts
Sensual thoughts
The need for gratification

The scent of coconut always
Sends me to this special place
Of freedom
And so……..
Coconut conditioner for my hair
Coconut cream for my hands
Coconut flakes for my porridge
Desiccated coconut in my chocolate
Coconut body oil
The scent of coconut
Drives me mad
It releases in me
Surges of confidence
In who I am
And what I can achieve
A woman glistening with 
the scent of love
And Fantasy
Poetry and dreams

You may laugh
And think,
“How superficial and silly
It’s just a scent”

But for me
It’s the scent of my womanhood
It’s the scent of my dreams
The scent of that “invincible summer”
In every winter day of my life
It is....the scent of me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Sorry, but I didn't want to do too much editing on this one. I wanted it to wander, splish splash and be free, just like my thoughts on a summer day at the beach!

In the midst of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer- Albert Camus

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Only a memory of summer remains.
Only an open window tells of fair weather.
          (a gamble, after all, that winter’s hope   in solitude

Gods of summer sit in state,
Slow to soothe…
How the tissue flutter
          was not
          now is...
How the red intrudes upon a frozen eye…
Only a leaf- dead birch as reminder
Stark against the new, blue sky.

Presently...a busy air,
          so faint one must force an ear…
Wings awhir,
          skinny legs skittering    foliage alive
          for the first time...
          the very first time.
Suddenly...the noise of spring!
What thinks a toad of all this...
A fish...
Does a robin thrill in breast
          with a flourish? a fear alive out there
          that in one second’s hesitation...
Is this the noise of spring?

Dave Austin

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Nighttime Symphony

Before I go to bed tonight, I'll leave
My window open
Just a crack; just in case you miss
Me, and find the time to rescue
Me and whisk me all the way back home
I'll feel the breeze
And hope it carries you as I find my
Way towards sleep
Meanwhile, you're out in the world, being
Beautiful without me

What I would give to fall asleep to
A lullaby of you
You are the soundtrack of my Neverland
The song that sings my youth
Forgive me if I cling to you, if I am afraid to
Let you leave
But then, as crickets chirp outside my
Still open window
I spend another night with them for  friends
Their hum, an open taunt

I almost slam the window shut, after
Hours have gone by
Then sigh and do nothing, because after
All, I can’t lock out my
I almost say I’m sorry, but I know well
I speak to no one
So I listen to the sound of summer creeping
By; the symphony that you
Devised, sometimes it feels, just for me
But I know that’s not true

Because I am just a spec of dust
Within the spirit that makes you
I could raise the masses of hell, and I know
I could not move you
And I wonder, what have I done to deserve
The loveliness that is you?
With nothing as my calling card, it is 
Nothing that comes out
Of my selfish, wishful child’s mouth, and though
You said you’d listen, I do not call

Eventually, your lonely summer symphony
Puts me fast asleep
And in the morning, I awake to the birds
Singing good mornings like a
Barber shop quartet. Not much has changed
Since nightfall, but on the windowsill
Rests a wild tiger lily, plucked from its tallish
It could have blown in just by accident, yet I
Take it as a sign
That you were just leaving me a present, 
In place of kissing me goodnight

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Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which spread out in the distance. 
Even the normal busy shipping traffic 
Seemed to have been lulled to sleep this hot summer afternoon. 
There would usually be the sound of ships' horns 
Out in the Elbe as they signalled for the lock gates to open.
Water was calm, sky was calm.
It felt to Petra that she was looking at a painting where nothing
Was really alive but only replicated in oilpaint. 

The ever-growing buzz in the sky was the only indication that the scene was real. 
Others had heard the sound as well.
Like hundreds of bees,  but these had a special sting

The temperature was  high and it was very dry
There had been no rain for some time.  Now there was  a rain of bombs.
Petra saw the explosions through her window before she heard them
In the distance as the skyful of   B17 s unloaded their cargoes.
Petra and her little sister were terrified, struck immobile in fright.  
Their window bellied in like a giant glass balloon suddenly over-inflated, 
And jagged, face-ripping shards of glass snarled across the hall 
And embedded themselves in the cushions of the sofa.
The woolly innards of the cushions spewed out, 
Dangling lifeless from the slash-wounds. 
Luckily the girls were not cut.

Suddenly, the whole area became one big fire 
With air being sucked in with the force of a storm.
Fires  joined together, temperatures rose to melting lead,  
Wind speed picked up to hurricane levels, 
Trees were hurled into the flames, furniture, cars, even people hurled in.
Fire trucks unable  to get through roads blocked by rubble.
Dying by carbon monoxide poisoning
When all the air was drawn out of their basement shelters,
The shelters were filled, but few people were really alive.

And then it was over. As the exploding fireballs gradually died away, 
The drone and throb of the buzzing B17s faded off 
To the blue sky of the east, to torment some other part of the city. 
Walls crashed to the ground, gas lines exploded, people cried and screamed,
The girls shook with terror, but the B17s had gone. 
History called it 28 July 1943  -  Hamburg firestorm.  
Petra always called it  Day of the Bees.

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Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest  Hot Time Summer in the City 

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The fragrance of love

The fragrance of love is like...............

The smell of summer harvested strawberries
a field of lavender gently swaying in breeze
the aroma of freshly cut grass
the salty air of the sea.

Roses in full bloom
clean mountain air
freshly made bread
a newly made bed.

A meadow abounding with wild flowers
the earthy odour of cooling summer rain
the aroma of vanilla
mote champagne.

The smell of alpine forest pine
a scented candle flame........................

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

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Beside Me in the Traffic

The city's august hell-heat
choking lungs and stinging eyes,
stranded car and driver hoods agape
spew boiling geysers to a summer sky.
And we, as cattle going to market
slowly inch our way toward the promise of relief.

Beside me in the traffic
I (with shutter-camera eye)
briefly caught the image
of a sister of the search.
Her eyes were your eyes
were eyes of longing and wonderment.

The city's august hell-heat
now unnoticed faded into memories
of a summer long ago
when we, beneath a backyard cherry tree,
would speak of transcendental Love and Truth.

Your queries were more answer than question,
your requests, an unexpected gift
that like the sylvan canopy above my head
gave refuge from a singeing inner heat.

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a thousands summers

I have lived for a thousand summers.
I have drinked in so many sunsets my heart has melted over my bones.
my toes deep in the warm sand
my feet in the cold pond water.
I have fell in love with summer so many times i have started to believe i am summer.

All those hush sounds i love so much, all those vibrant smells i drowned in.
And the colors, they drip from my eyes in brilliant bright burst.
Oh this summer fever i dare not sweat out, oh these summer kisses i dare not wash out.
Its such a shame that its only three month.

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Florida Summer

          Florida Summer

This is the Florida visitor’s bureau
Coming to you with sun and fun out of the clear
We’ll show you a splendid time with fantastic ideas
For the best vacations ever, in perfect warmer weather
It’s not really hot as they say
It’s more like Antarctica with plenty of parking
No traffic, no crime, no mountains to climb
Just come down to recline and unwind
Have another beer and dream of reindeer
You’ll be just fine
We’ll wine and dine you for your last dime
Hurricanes are no trouble either
They are there to entertain you to death
Spin you in a dance and bring you romance
Frolic in the sun, show us your wallet
Don’t worry or run
Be happy! It's all just for fun
Florida is #1 in the world for lightning
Pretty lightning to brighten like fireworks at play 
We guarantee they won’t strike you too much
Swimming and fishing are delightful
We promise sharks won’t bite you
They have no teeth, only give them sweets
Throw them candy, pet them like dolphins
You’ll be best of friends they’ll ever eat….I mean meet
Stay here forever or until November, whatever comes first
Every day is Summer fun, (The sun is free.  No charge or fee.)
If you have voting chads in question
Dangling there without a care
Bring them with you when come   
We’ll count them for you free of charge
 (Depending what Party you are)

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Sunrise In Colorado

A peaceful time of day,
When the long shadows of morning
Hang about the city like gray giants.

Lighting rooftops,
The sun gives promise of another summer day,
Moving onward toward the harvest.
And a freshness in the air
Delights all green and living things.

The long shadows of morning 
Hang about the city,
Growing shorter while the world turns,
Decreasing in expectation
Of a heating and a drying of the gifting dew.

Such times are not rare in Colorado.
The rarity lies in the few
Who know, after colored dreams,
These early shadows.

27 July 1971

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Hot Child In The Summer Urban Dwelling

Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" Poem about the heat in the city ....;) "

Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling
The city streets are buckling under the  sticky smoldering heat.
Urban life at this moment can be so draining while tensions are
high. People stop,wipe the sweat from their brow as they attempt
to inhale and breathe. "Hey I heard that wheeze from across the street Tony". 
Heat choking the life out of us like a looming marauding monster.
Beads drip from angry faces while tempers flare, sirens roar in a city
of despair. Yes Will Smith's song "Summer Time" and the spark of
nostalgia from BBQ's help but its still Spring. 
If you have the money you can take a drive down the Jersey shore
or to the Poconos cooling peaks.
A place to breath without choking pollution, heat advisory's and the smells of
unidentified unknown origins. Don't get me wrong there are allot of redeeming
qualities of summer in the city too.
Dinning alfresco, summer concerts, water ice, open fire plugs, Mister Softy
and block parties.  Small reliefs of the constant three wheelers screeching 
down the Blvd, fighting neighbors, and relentless dripping humidity.
As they say here on the east coast "If it weren't for the humidity I
wouldn't mind the heat". Sure you wouldn't ( wink)
Windows opened as the baby across the alley way cries and the guy
next door yells at his girlfriend while she fires back screaming
like a fish wife.  The poor are getting their relief from a rubber hose
spraying water and the rich are relaxing in the Hamptons.  Well I guess
if I had it like that I would enjoy it as well, then again I more
likely would open a home for battered women and children, build the 
pool there.  **** how I wish I had it like that. 
I suppose theres no sense in complaining about the heat, just write 
it out the best way I know how to deal. So excuse me while I leave
you now to step onto cool tiles of the tub, turn on the crystal clear
water and wash the clammy sticky heat down the drain.  Into the Delaware
river of redemption as I take my  sixth shower of the day (wink) .
By : Debbie Mills Kelly

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blue jays

          I hear birds singing in the trees
On the radio I listen to my favorite  tunes
         A butterfly floats by on the summer breeze
Buzzing by shortly after is a bumble bee

         Blue skies as far as the eye can see
And blue jays flitting from tree to tree
        The beautiful flowers all in bloom
As I relax and enjoy  on a lazy June afternoon

         Hummingbird whizzing by so fast
I wish he'd hover ..for a while at least
         All these sights and sounds are a sensory feast
And when in the chill of a winter freeze
          I keep warm with the memories of butterflies
Floating on a summer breeze

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Fruitful Summer

Fruitful Summer ( X Factor) The summer season has come to play Displaying beauty and good cheer Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain A dreamer’s heart to please Skies are clearly blue Nature’s splendor Fruitful time Precious All the Way Way All the Precious Fruitful time Nature’s splendor Skies are clearly blue A dreamer’s heart to please Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain Displaying beauty and good cheer The summer season has come to play Erich J. Goller Copyright X Factor style- by Erich J.Goller--11.12.2011 20 lines - the first 10 lines--9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/2/1 syllables Second 10 lines reversed first 10 lines- 1/ 2/2/ 3/ 4 5/6/7/8/9 syllable Rhyming - line 1 and line 10-- and line 11 and 20 any subject--
Contest entry for Concrete/shape

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Riding Around Town In A Burgundy Pickup Truck

Tell me 
What you see 
When you 
Look at me 
is it really what you thought 
it was? 
And I've 
had enough  
of things like love 
and bitterness. 
Got no one to thank but the 
clouds in the sky, 
but why, why do they seem 
so grateful?
Sign me up for the winter 
cuz the summer's got me down 
When I see all these hard bodies 
it makes me frown

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Sweet Summer Goodbye

Summer is leaving, 
waving her hand.
Along with a sweet smile 
of the clouds that passed by.
My heart is singing in a tune,
of Sweet summer goodbye.

Hold my hand, we will walk
over the fields of meadow,
On where the green leaves of May
are fallen one by one.
To fill the air with their 
glorious color.

Looking at the sky once again
and inhale the summer breeze
for one last time,
hold my hand squeeze it tighter
let us dance under the sun,
draw out your arms, breathe
the sunlight, shining
on a flowing water.
Her golden rays will soon be faded.

Sweet summer goodbye,
a beautiful rhyme
I feel here in my heart.
Like a touch of a rose,
A kiss of summer goodbye,
In one day afternoon and
It will end so soon. 

One more time, one more moment
To face another day with you,
Sweet summer goodbye,
A melodious song, 
that I ‘am singing
Like a voice of angels, 
I can hear deep in my soul

Cheryl Aldea 

frank herrera	

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Summers Last Breath

I feel the cold
Flowing from the mountains
pushing the last breath of summer aside

Eyes are feasting
The leaves are starting to die
Who knew death had such amazing colors

Sadness creeps in
Yesterday or the day before
Wasn't the sun shining with summer glory?

Acceptance comes
Enjoying the remaining light
I look up to watch Ducks flying South

Maybe I'm crazy
I love this fall season
Winter please don't arrive early this year

I was going to enter A New Dream but it had to many lines.

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Rolling red
Tugging a haze
From the hafted moon

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A new Summer love
     is the type of thing I need,
With feelings from inside of me
     to trigger me indeed,
Near a vision bright with light
    I feel with sensitive pins
The sounds I hear about my ear
     come on whispered winds,
A deep embrace which leaves a trace
     of the kiss that 'twixt us went
From the setting Sun 'till the mid-night moon
     which came as morning spent,
All Summer long
     'till Winter broke upon the following Spring,
Then in again at a Summer party
     that led us back on wing
To quickly turn and wake anew
     in the arms of the following day
And smile a side
     toward the sweetheart found
Inside a Summer time live.

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The evening of summer Near the fountain with cool breeze, When a sweet, pleasant Song of a girl appears from a distance, There is no season such Romanticism can bring. When nights are hot and sticky, The moon hides behind the clouds I watch her silhouette sway As a summer breeze blows. When the wind sweeps the Broad forest in its summer prime, This time I want my beloved Like midnight fragrant as African air, I want to play her as harp, Harmonica, flute or guitar.

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Farewell to Summer

Golden leaves
Fall to rot in puddles.
The party’s over
The guests left with the sun.
The wine’s all gone
We drank it til we were dizzy
The summer is lost
It left
We were all too busy 
With our own farewells
to even wave adieu.  

Farewell to summer
And the beauty it lent our lives.
The winter snows 
Will never know,
The Christmas bells be mute,
The rain that melts that self same snow
For springtime’s garden of youth 
Will never know
The beauty it lent our lives.

The winds now with us
The falling rain
Adds force to the driving wind.
A single leaf
A lingering kiss of sunshine
Holding fast
In a naked tree
Seems out of place
A life among the death.

Or is it sleeping
Is  life wrapped up in warmth
Beneath the bark
Sleeping there in waiting
For the sunshine
In the springtime
As the dawn to light the dark.

Farewell to summer.
Too late the smile
It’s gone
We’ll sleep in the warmth of your memory
And smile at your sunshine dawn

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My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there

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Crystal Droplets

Building of the darkening columns
against the fairest summer skies,
the golden blaze of enduring warmth
replaced with flash of searing light.
A storm of heightening, swirling frenzy
unleashes pelting, frozen spheres.
Painful fury descends,
upon unwitting fields
and man alike.
The plague stands unforcast!
Destruction comes with a deafening roar,
like gravel thrown against tin.
With certainty, the echo will subside,
and commotion will seek control.
Equilibrium returns with each icy pellet.
Blue penetrating through the spent
storm of expended energy.
A return to summer’s easy glow
triumphs over the bitter sting of falling hail.

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Funny Thing About The Yard

It’s always behind or in front

seems it needs a door to get to

never complains when it rains

pleasantly, pets poop & pee

friends & family cross to hug me

my connect out there

in the back and front

it’s what I have now for all the hard

that stretch out there

the yard

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Summer Breeze

An occasional breeze 
Like your gentle touch
Makes my heart skip a beat with a breath taking rush

This hot summer night takes my mind to your skin, so sweet and moist,
The scent of your neck 
The sound of your voice. 

The rustle of trees mixed with the sweet song of birds 
Fills me with peace 
Remembering those words

"I love this, I love you"
This is the place
Your beautiful face,
Eyes I know see me
With true love complete.

Dusk turns to night
And crickets chirp now
As darkness surrounds me
I remember just how
It tasted to kiss you,
you in my arms. 

It's never left me
Not a smile or a kiss
I feel still the same-
Still feel all of this. 

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Summer Memories

Summer is fleeting
Vacation is ending
Festivals are passing
Season is changing.

Warmth begins to wind down
As Autumn slowly creeps 
Leaves slowly change colors
Lavishing in gold
As they part from branches.

Though summer is going
Something is staying
That will hold to heart
For years to come.

Placing feet in the water
Feeling the coolness sweep
Across our ankles so high
As we stare off at the sky.

The rainy days
Thundrous nights
Hail struck down
Golf balls from the sky.

Ferris wheel that I rode
As the fog swept through
Adding a mysterious atmosphere
As it shrouded the shoreline.

The fun we had at the meetup
Dressing up at Veteran's Park
Acting crazy and silly
Just being ourselves.

Birthdays celebrated
Friendships honored
Bonds strengthened
Trials beated

Though summer is ending
As the seasons are changing
Yet the memories created
Will never be shaded.

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Hot Spot

The bottle sweats.
The ice inside cracks.
The water runs
Down my throat
Quenching my thirst
So cold, 
It hurts.

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Spring summer

~ Where should I start this poetic trace? ~

Supple summer, season scene
Takes off coats and welcome warmth
And tranquil under soften sky.

Spring 'O' Spring precedence over summer...
Summer host long light evenings,
Carol patterns and seldom pit-a-pat.

Fertile season, holder of juicy jubilee
Easter burners' night, palm Sunday pedestrian...
And good Friday chorus.

March-to-October, love you so much.

~ Hope I am not missing out? ~ 


Dedicated to the lover of the above poetic summer season.

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Ole Country Home

Warm humid air 
Crickets chirping and cicadas humming. 
Birds singing and wind gently blowing. 
Sweet scent of flowers mixed in with home, 
the smell of hickory smoke. 
Got the horses neighing, and lambs baying, 
the cats a-meowing and the dog might be howling. 
the rockers creakin' and the door is squeakin', 
as the ford rumbles on down our old dirt road. 
Gotta glisten on the grass, from the rain that has passed, 
the sun shining warm and bright, 
a vision in my mind 
of an ole' summer day, 
cant wait to dream of summer nights.

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I Want To Please Her Eternally

happy young woman rest on the green grass stock photography Wrong was I, Thinking I'm in control, Believing I'd never fall in a love. How did you do it ? I ask myself, You have made me see That nothing is bad, That I'm strong and Worthy of happiness, You have saved me from myself. After having spent another Wonderful evening with her touch, I have seen my happiness shines In her enchanting, deep black eyes. The essence of that long and Curly burgundy hair overwhelmed me. She shines with a heavenly glow, Her beautiful angel face Raises me up from feeling low. She is a beautiful flower, Like a red zinnia lying silently On the river side, Under a tropical marathon sky. I want to be her lover and I want to find out the passions, I want to please her eternally. beautyful woman sitting on summer  riverside Stock Photo - 7622040 ________________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta

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Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

	Dreams of Summer on the Winter Solstice

ah love, 
the scent of roses
at first bloom, 
new growth
that extends skyward, 

they are a wonder to me

let us sit here and drink tea
inhaling scents of lavender,
bergamot and roses

it is all so lovely, 
to be here with you

these moments 
are my treasure

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Fall Beckons

Trees trying now to hold on to leaves... Brown around the edges as heat bakes... The breeze dry and sullen, no moisture... In the fields the wheat waits, ripening... Green on the pond now, cattails sway.. Geese practicing for their departure, great V's overhead.. Shy fawn now loosing his spots, mother watches.. Hummingbird dancing at the feeder, wings blurred... Peach pie cooling on the sill, harvest bounty.. A few more weeks of summer, school beckons..

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Summer Passage

            Summer Passage

Bones burnt white and crisp on deserts open hell of summer
Eyes turn painful red in sun’s fierce and punishing glare
But children only know the surf and blue rolling waves
Cool breezes, endless play, and warmth of friends
Sky and sand take over 
Become the blue and white of life
These things pass into tranquility in slow autumnal flow
On gentle orange and yellow spiraling leaves at leisure
Drifting, tumbling as in sleep, with no particular place to go
Autumn catches every fragrance of the harvest too
Lavender and pumpkin tell the truth
The moon grows large as we pick every plant
September, October and November forget the past
As they sleep beneath the green serene 
Of summer's grass

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Summer Time

Season of fresh fruits and holidays 
Up there the sky is clear, peace of mind
Men enjoy its nice,
Mild days,  and smooth nights
East or west summer is the green 
Really people feel its joyful smell of kind life
Of grown grass and big leaves 
Come after the natural smiles of spring
Rivers roar welcoming swimming in summer time.

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Summer Heat

          Summer Heat

What could be colder than the sun
Hell froze below all thermals known
Ice cream burns the tongue
Less than zero, the bitter winds begin
Glaciers form on Florida shores
One snow flake at a time
Hurricanes move in opposite directions
Work just like vacuums
Clears the landscape clean of ice and trees
People on the streets shiver at the thought of heat
Ice turns debris and minds to crystal freezers
Under the cover of summer sun
Delirium sets in

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The water is soft, and warm
salted sweetly like dew on bronze skin.
The boat at anchor rocks, a babe in a summer sea.

The water accepts us, frail humans that we are
each rise of silken sand beneath the waves a bosom of delight.
Suited, belieing the au natural moment, we wade.

Legs and arms, receiving puritanical society’s permission to be bare,
wave and waver beneath and through the still blue sea.
Toes, curl and prod seeking dinner.

The water in its abundance yields, each mollusk’s breath rises
a stream of silver bubbles exhaled marking the bed
leading the dinners to their diner fare. 

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Summer Tease

When autumn clouds roll across like waves
darkening the sky, teasing with patches of bright white
The golden sunshine in the morning swiftly evaporates
Mid-morning is all grey and sullen 

The apples begin to darken and rot on their branches
Too high and too late for anyone to retrieve
The sharp blood red tones of leaves appear on the ground
When did this change creep in?

Six in the evening is bleak as if in deep night
Slight summer cool breezes become chilly 
Night-time demands warmer wear
A patch of blue sky and sun is a summer tease.

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Autumn's Arrival

She stays at the back of the room while the other seasons
Have their time in the sun, in the rain
She whispers to Winter when Summer shines center stage
She squeezes next to Summer when Winter turns the world white like a page
She rarely speaks to Spring
Eventually her moment comes
She shyly walks with paints in hand 
She doesn't feel grand,
But her art is
Color and change
Drama and tranquility
She gives everything to the canvas, the trees, the sea, the wind
She creates
Until the clock chimes the hour of the cold and sleep
She steps back into her uncertainty
Waits through Winter and Spring
Until Summer's performance is over
She'll return to her finest artistic endeavours then.

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Shadows of Summer

A new dawn arrives with the whispering winds of a new day.
Shadows of summer shade the nesting blue jay.
Sunrise peaks through the weeping willow.
Morning dew drops fall from the leaves of the red oak.
Shadows of summer dance under sunlight,
painting dark images on the ground.
Shadows of summer spilling down.
Daisies embrace the noontime sunlight.
Sweet breezes blow to the hummingbirds delight.
The woodpecker taps a rhythm of beats.
The day is warm with midsummer heat.
Shadows of summer dancing beneath the trees.
Along comes the sting of honeybees.

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clean house 
summer is here

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In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena

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Summer Sky

Clear blue sky, on a fresh morning sweet flowers shower of fragrance beneath the green fields of summer sky. Sun rays touch my window pane, and the colors of rainbow dance in my palm like wings of butterflies that fly above, across the clouds of summer sky. Wagging leaves sway side by side to the rhythm of summer breeze. Birds are chanting their song, dance and fly trying to reach the sky Tall trees are my shield from the glistening sun that reflects on me. Jasmine, rose and lilacs join me on my rambling Under the summer Sky of April.

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Summers Autumn

The last of summer’s scorching days wilt by
Watching bush fires mushroom languidly into jet streams
Whilst the vast coastal plain laments at apathetic clouds
Trees hang limply on lifeless limbs
Forcing leaves in search of their shade
Beaches scorch under sunburnt bodies
Through a quivering veil of vicious haze
That longs for a breeze to steal the greedy sweat
Dripping from finger to toe
A cool relief arrives, as kites take children to the skies
Heralding the imperceptible change
To a coast that’s had its roast
As autumn blankets the last summer weeks
Like a ghost lost in a fog
The seasons are passing each other by
As morning lawns reveal footprints through the night’s silky dew
As sheets are swapped for duvet’s
And hearth’s wail in search of warmth
Cool night air thieves under doors
Dogs and cats curl tighter in a ball
Suburbs bristle and await
A sun, that now sleeps through
Trees stand frightened as their leaves make a choice
Emeralds over gold or yellows to favour red as
Auburn litter eddies in awkward swirls
Above their frosty roots
Autumn now shows herself in all her grandeur
A frigid concert of muted colours
And musty soil beneath shortened days
Bracing for winter’s wrath in all her mighty fury
31 August 2014

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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

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I'm sure I saw a Pixie wave to me from a train

It was a warm summers day and I was walking down the lane
when suddenly
I'm sure I saw a pixie
waving to me from a train
And later I saw him again
A Pixie waving to me from a train.

''Yoo hoo''

Well! I was so surprised I scratched my head
and had to pinch myself
just in case I was dreaming in my bed.

So I carried on with my walk
down the lane
when suddenly
I heard someone laughing at me

''he he he''
I turned around to see a cheeky laughing Elf
sitting in a tree.

I tickled his Belly
and he chuckled with glee

''eee eee e''.

He was hungry
so we built a campfire
and toasted muffins for our tea.

The Elf was so thankful
he gave me three wishes
I gave them away
to the Pixie on the train I saw waving to me
from the train earlier that day.

You see sometimes
it gives you more pleasure to give than 
to those who need it
more than we.

So the next time
you see a train go by
you just might see
A Pixie on a 
wave at you
like he did to me.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.

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How do these vessels of time -
My days -
Get filled?

Through a restless and a wonder,
By and in and out of mind,
An yet, more than these:
Through surrender to the turning
Of the summer sun
Across the summer sky,
Gravity to hold me here,
And waiting for Messiah.

August 21, 1971

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My mind is dirt and this soil my curse
The seeds you plant in this heat make me worse
I just get so nervous, like I should believe
So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be

And the steam that is rising
Intoxicates quickly
I have grown pale and swollen and sickly

Crocodile, crocodile, dry off your eyes
And take back your sorrowful, meaningless lies
I dream of your lovers, I wish for their deaths
Inside plastic bags, I will keep their last breaths
And with confined sighs, go north for a rest

I will leave with my murders and nothing will matter
Hot into cold, my love it will shatter

Beneath a deep snow, I will hibernate sweetly
And sleep off this hatred that binds me completely
I’ll pluck all my hairs, I’ll spin them for thread
To sew up the gashes I’ve put in your bed
And with mattress mended, go sleep with the dead

And the water that drips
Is forming a knife
My cheeks will be rosy devoid of past strife

My thoughts will be still when the earth has gone hard
The roots of your anger will leave my heart scarred
I just get so anxious, with all I believe
So perhaps I am wicked and not meant to be

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On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013

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Summer Day

I walk out into the punitive sun. I feel its stinging rays burn my skin... 
Just then a sudden storm appears. 
The rain washes away all of my sins... 
Steam rises from the hot ground as the storm goes on its way... 
The sun appears from the cloak of gray...  Just another summer day.... 

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Late afternoon in my study

Late afternoon the Karoo-sun battles
with trees and leaves 
to be noticed

The shadows dance and play
on the ground
like children

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Weeping Willow Tree

Stopped by my old home town

a while back,

when I spotted an old

friend of mine, just

a lonely weeping willow tree.

Remembering days as a young

child, when I would climb this

old tree and resting under it

during long hot summer days.

The house where we once lived,

was nowhere to be seen.

Only a large hole in the ground,

where it once stood.

Watching this tree from my bedroom

each night before falling into a deep sleep,

while taking in the cool summer air, was such

a thrill for me.

Got into my car and drove away,

feeling a little better, but yet so sad,

this old weeping willow tree brought back a lot of

good memories, as I drove out of town and back home,

where I belonged.

Written 5-12-11

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I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a rack.
The tulips and morning glory are in a flowerbed.
I am relishing nature this year.

I planted these gardens to enjoy.
I sit in my cupola thinking about, therapeutically writing poetry, and reading aloud.
Behind this belvedere are a plot of mustard greens, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers.
The radiant energy celestially augments the vegetation.
The foliage is an architectural beautification.

These gardens were planted to enjoy.
No qualms I have, thus far.
I am truly adorned.
Penned on May 02, 2014!
What's in your GARDEN? Contest

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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.

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sleeping with grandma in summer haiku

pulling down the shade,
i can still feel the cool breeze
still sticking to sheets

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Summer of the North

I look at the mist and gloom 
and I'm rapt in thought of
the northern summer
for though I stand on the equator
For that is my station in truth
Yet this is but cold and misty
For if the truth be told
That is how things stand here
On the slopes of Mt Kenya
In the hot summer of the north.

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Little princess spirea
growing quaint within her garden 
fetching thoughts of song aspire
swaying grace in summer breeze
with her loving hand of nurture 
and a heart of  light aglow  
each summer day pass lovely
as she sings a melody of praise and growth 


Anagrammatically Speaking

Spirea ='s Parise

Aspire='s Parise

Praise='s Parise

Spirea~A lacy Pink Japanese Perennial Flower

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Summer Sun

Flies buzzing around the glass.
Sweet nectar of warm iced tea.
Summer sun on the porch.
Tanning their pale, winter skin.

Side by side they sit, 
waiting for it to rain.
Discussing the blue overhead,
without so much as a cloud drifting by.

Up the walk they see him.
Muscle bound as can be.
To shake up two sisters 
On a hot summer’s day.

Fanning themselves they smile.
He gives them a seductive grin.
Freeing the shirt from his torso
He begins to mow the lawn.

They flirt in competition
Batting eyes, precious smiles.
Coos in the name of love.
They wonder if he notices at all.

Daddy rolls his eyes in disgust.
Mama smiles at the girls.
She shoos her fawning daughters
into the house to do their chores.

Out the window they peek.
Giggles carry on the summer breeze.
A long hot summer now arrives, 
Summer sun shines on the porch.

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Living All of It

Those carefree days of summer 
running in the fields with my woman.
Will it ever happen or is it just a dream?
If only money came easy, 
how soon I would have her released!
She locked away in that cold prison
and me longing every minute for her 
to be free and with me.
How long has it been?  
Spring turned to summer and 
summer turned to fall and then winter.
Spring came again followed by summer,
and now fall.
How weary and old I've grown
waiting for my woman.  
Will there be another winter
or another spring or summer or fall?
I surely hope not!
But let my love come to me soon,
ere I die away, never to know the 
kisses from her sweet lips!

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Finally Summer 7x7

I'm jumping out of my skin 
the weather thick and warm,
Pungent chlorine fills the air
I hear a grilled symphony; 
Feeling the touch of the dive,
painted with the Sun's color;
It is finally Summer

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Carpe Diem

on tree limbs jutting out over rivers sleepy gators bask, absorbing summer’s heat in fall, the sluggish reptiles do the same temperatures exceed 100 in the Sunshine State till November brings a brief reprieve water lilies, oleanders, daisies boast vibrant blooms until the first freeze perhaps December maybe January some years not at all as snowbirds fill beaches in fall locals return from summer homes up north when warm colors paint leaves Florida’s dogwoods and Bradford Pear trees are decked in crimson Water Oaks sport amber coats wild boar and deer enjoy the reprieve romping through subtropical forests in the welcome chill of autumn as hikers take to nature trails “Indian Summer” some call it when refreshing breezes ruffle foliage with only several weeks of autumn we’re blessed Carpe diem, seize these moments(/center> *Written August 31, 2014

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summer sounds and smells

 The smell of fresh cut grass on warm summer day, the sounds of children already at play. 
 The smell of barbeques in the air, the distant sounds of rides and smells at the county fair.
  The sounds of fireworks popping at night, the smell of sulfur in the air after watching them 
all night. The sound of distant thunder a summer storm is coming, the smell of electricity in 
the air the lightning strike is humming. The sounds of mosquitos buzzing in my ear and the 
smell of bug spray near

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Feast for the Eyes

A lush green idle summer meadow
wild colourfulwaving  flowers
and dancing flirting butterflies
Warm radiant sun
set in clear blue unblemished skies
making heart smile
A feast for the eyes.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.

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Summers gone by

Winter days have left us feeling so cheerful,

looking forward to those summer nights

just sitting outside smelling sweet summer air

so fresh, is delightful as can be.

Watching bright stars far away in the dark sky,

taking me back to days of my youth and

summer days of long ago,

when friends and I would tell

ghost stories until way past bedtime,

each night of the week, brought new

memories to store in our hearts to carry

with us to adulthood, wishing for those

days to return again, but knowing their

gone just like the falling stars we use

to see long ago.

Written 6-17-11

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Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country

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Drawn Within Her Ecstasy

Where love warms manhood

One and more powerful

United in flaming embrace

Joyous tears dripping from every pore

Sliding down skin of exploding desire

Eyes talking to eyes

Alone together in moments worth years

Nirvana pressed between two bodies

Two lovers introduced to sweet forever

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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Twelve men
Sporting frayed, 
Burlap sacks
And white knuckles
Grind their teeth
As they
Hang loosely
From thick

Their stiff necks crack,
And twist
In the rope's loving embrace
Like the whips
That once ruled them.

Their limp limbs swing
And sway
And stab
At sticky,
Summer air
And sharp blades of grass
Like lonely poppies
Dancing carelessly 
In calm 
Belgian fields.

Their burnt feet arch
Like the scarred backs 
Of their ancestors, 
Angling off toward the wood chips beneath them
As the final seconds of their life
Are forced  from their lungs.

Red  flags
Embraced by Xs of blue and white
Float without worry
Above  a field of white robes and sheets,
A wash in a sea of corn
And vacant night.

Cheers greet the dozens final moments, 
Transcending into a roar of victory
And triumph.

The world is now a better place,
The world is now a better place.

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I was about 10
I went to the local swimming pool
I noticed a bee floating on it’s back
It’s legs spinning frantically in the air
I scooped him up gently
And transported him safely to the side of the pool
With as much dexterity as I could muster
I turned my hand over to set him free on dry land
He wouldn’t let go
I shook my hand gently to encourage him
It eventually fell off but stayed on the ground motionless
Then the pain struck
I turned my hand palm up
There in the very centre was the sting
Like a barbed hook with attached umbilical
It pulsed
My hand throbbed
I was instantly minded of a saying of my nan
“no good deed goes unpunished”
Or that’s how I remembered it
I sobbed silently
I took to swimming underwater
So nobody would notice my tears

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A Love Poem's Goodbye

I shall miss the poetry
hiding in your smile,
or the way your hand
fit once, inside of mine.

In bitterness my heart turns
against me, longing to feel
again the beat of yours;
one, two, in time. 

A summer romance
as they all say, it seems
never stand the test of time
no matter the hopes we place.

I am forever in debt
to the wonder and love
you shared with me
those summer nights.

The agony, in hopes, will pass,
but, with tenderness will I 
look upon the memories
we have here shared.

I shall miss the beauty
of your eyes, and the wonder 
of your kiss. Those nights under the stars;
goodbye, my love, goodbye. 

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Enhanced Thesaurus

He was a rhyme I loved,
Like a summer breeze, 
Warm and friendly,
Dancing about in the summer wind.

I thought of him day and night,
He is ever so bright a memory,
Tall and strong, 
Wise beyond his years.

Parallel societies,simply there,
Learned and scholarily
Fashionable and athletic, 
Teachers of excellence.

Forever a learned memory,
Ready to graduate,
With God guiding,
Parents of divine nature.

Thankful futures guest,
To sculpt passages carefully,
Someone special in my life,
A memory I will always cherish.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Talking of A Fan

I am not talking of a fan
Finger-biting, awe-struck
I am talking of the device
Triggered by a switch, stuck
On the roof, to provide breeze
In a hot day, moving and nice.

(I) remember the hottest day
In my life, on the sands of the river.
With crystal clear water,
But so warm no fish would like.
With a friend sharing the lot
With a pair of rickety bikes,
And the carefree youth in us
Where even the hottest day
In one's life, doesn't matter.

It was forty eight in the city, they said
The hottest in the history,
That some caught unawares, died
That was a long time back, but imprinted
With indelible ink, in the mind.
Whenever they say it is hot
Without fail, everytime
It hits the spot.

Oh, I just forgot I was talking of the fan
For those who just wait and serve
Not surprisingly, it happens often.
No one remembers the pain
Of the workers who sculpted the stone
But commit to memory the name of the king
Who just ordered from his throne.
Shame on me, I forgot again
I wanted to talk, about the fan.

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Solstice 19439,11

possibly later in the street 
my sad voice by the symphony of Paris 
because I sing the loneliness 
and meditation on the long days 
with the holy hope 
for universal peace 
for eternal liberty

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Grass clings to our arms,
And sweat-lines of dirt,
Nestle in the folds of our necks.

The sun beats down on crew-cut heads,
And bare feet are cooled,
In the tub that waters the cows.

Our playground of trees and fields,
Unchanged since we arrived,
Makes summer’s end unthinkable.

Then comes the morning when all is packed,
And a cloud of dust masks a last view of paradise,
Once visible through the car‘s rear window.

Moving from road to highway,
Greens fade to gray,
And pastures and trees yield to asphalt and cement.

Bricks and mortar replace wood and nails,
As cookie-cutter buildings,
Blot out the sun.

Our arms sense a chill,
As the shadows grow long,
And without fanfare, it is fall.

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After the rain, the sun
on grass and lane,
delivering faceward
aromas that could belong
only to summer.

Sometimes, in later months,
we would pretend December’s rain
was July’s as we gazed
through steam-beaded glass,
the crackling fire behind us,
saying little, hardly need of words.

We would imagine we smelled the grass,
anointed with the gentle summer spray,
its beneficent caress,
so light of touch,
like a lover’s fingertips
brushing cherished flesh.

The crackling fire before us now,
we sit, say little, so few words to say,
each recalling how, long ago,
we could turn winter into summer.

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The Fall

The Fall

In a letter to Joyce, 21 pages

A big hole has opened up before my eyes – I can now see the skies
as Summer, sheds her clock of thick greens – now torn and tattered –
faded into shades of gold, red, brown and yellow.
The threads of Summers passing, – in it’s colours of brown, yellow, 
red and gold – for two weeks have been coming down like kites
in the hands of children at play, carried on winds of fall,
like butterflies on the wing, pining for the loss of spring as they
flutter about in winter’s decay, like snow flakes falling on a cold, gray, day,
like whirlwinds- invisible – caught by the discerning eye, like kamikaze pilots diving straight to the ground, exploding into colours of brown, all around.
That once green and vibrant forest – that filled my spirit, my eyes all summer –
now stands tall before me, naked and barren, creating a window 
through which I can now can see blue, gray, black cloud days
or wet skies, even a sunset or two as I now see shapes of people who walk,
jog, ride, talk along the banks of a creek they call a river –
Coquitlam river – who’s song I can now hear, as it sing it’s song,
as it moves along, on it’s way to that Pacific who awaits her fill,
as she rages on in winter months.
The skies, as I, have been crying – weeping, grieving – for the loss of
warm, blue, dry days of this past, most beautiful summer of all
I have known in the thirty plus years I have been here.

B. J. “A” 2
November 17th 2006

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Where Is My Sweet Love

__________________ winter calls and I am here burgundy leaves yellow with fear for summer days are now but, gone and Autumns love has bid farewell alone I sit if only to dream beyond the brook and through the trees to find a place where summer sun spills in time I know this dream fulfill for now in tear I wait in dream of summer love you once did bring _________________________________ A Brian Strand Contest

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An old garden

It reminds me of an East Anglian landscape.
This garden’s flat planes of grass give the illusion
Of greater distance,the eye travels down them
To the trees rising at the end.
On this scene my mind superimposes
Other ideas of summer days in hot places
In flat fields stretching on either
Side down to the sea.
My eye enjoys the shape,the flatness
The form,a symbol for so many other gardens
And summer journeys on unknown lanes
Across new landscapes ,delighting in them,
In the space extending,and the trees
A gentle contradiction to the horizontal meadows.
In summer in recent years,what I remember
Is the sun across these long,flat shapes.
Looking at this small garden,I remember
So many things,my eye sees through
What is here,to far beyond
What has  passed and what is to come
All contained here.

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The Robbery

Regret winding around the office today as my
Therapist listened. Anxiety formed a hundred 
pounds of clay digging deep within the collapse 
of my hands. Clay now snapped into dust drowned
in my eyes. Night brings the same old darkness and 
hides the hands and the legs of this greedy intruder.  
Morning comes and the window collapsed, the
strong breeze enters  shaving the house.
My future an uncertainty of memories stolen 
from a  thousand words now driven into a thief's 
eye. Empathy maybe, but no stability can the 
Therapist tender as this war within breaks  through
my sleep. I slept as the intruder entered my home
and robbed me of over 250 poems  on my computer.

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Thoughts Of Summer

As the sun dips down and my day concludes thoughts of summer floats through my mind I hear sounds of waves crashing on the shore I smell the sea lingering in the musk air I taste the salt upon my moistened lips sense my troubles begining to disappear I picture the gulls gliding high above and feel the warmth from your sweet love Listen to my heart as it skips a beat Feel my passion coming from way down deep Hear my song as it asks you to dance taste my kiss in this tropical romance Dreams of summer on this cold winter night Warm my soul as I hold you near and tight

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A Day at the Beach

A clear sky dawned,
A hot summer breeze stirred;
And the tall sand grass swayed like majestic swans.
The heat of the day drove all from the beach,
Except a few hearty souls who strutted about,
And then sought cover under the umbrella's shade.
The water sparkled and then foamed
From the bright sun and the never-ending waves.
Eyes grew heavy from the heat and sun,
And soon closed to take a rest surrounded by
The rhythm of crashing waves.
A summer rest was here - and a lazy time was had -
While overhead sea gulls dove gracefully into the sea
In search of unsuspecting prey.
And upon the sand I lay,
watched the clouds float by,
And dreamed of faraway places,
And let life drift slowly by.

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Nursery of Winds

In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouth gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment 
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in glee,
plucking the trees for adornments
to dress themselves, pushing
the dead scales of summer
through wild ranges
to line west facing cliffs
in hopes of spawning anew.

And in the depths of winter’s bite
they prance in waxing and waning strength,
mating with abandon,
showcasing the power of vernal rage,
cradling each other’s breezes
in the glacial nooks of high rocks,
Scattering truth in their wake,
waiting for Spring.

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I am so, so sorry

In a field vaguely lit by summer moon,
of dark blue pierced with light,
her sweet madness nearly drove him to his.
Beautiful as freshly fallen winter snow,
lit by starlight and sorrow,
he sings to her to assuage his own pain.
His songs are of summer evenings,
dark flowers,
worlds they'd journeyed,
the things he had seen. 
His murmured ballad brings tears to dark conquering eyes,
voice sighing around her.
He longs for the time she melted into him,
changing his life forever. 
In the snow of rose petals,
he weeps on her shoulder and sings. 
She hums along, 
the story so familiar to her.
She would remember little of the golden stars,
he knew, 
even less of the unfathomable space and time.
He had seen eternal tempests,
devouring the yellow-gold of suns,
heartbreaking dawns of pearl and sapphire.
He had lost everything and nothing, 
yet the thing that rent his life in half, 
sat quietly now,
leaning against him and listening to his song.
Crying for things she could not remember.

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Summer day

On my summer day I went out to the mountains 
To feel the breeze as I sway back and forth 
Listening to the music in a house up north, after 
I went to my house and wrote a poem for
My mouse that hasn't been posted yet because 
I saw this contest and i haven't stopped writing, yes
Its me destine to be revolutionary, a creator
Within because  can't put down this pin with
A happily grin on my face, feeling okay because
Its a nice summer day.


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Grant A Goofy Summer

Chant a goofy summer
That will embrace us until
The month turns to September 

June bugs dwindling from the ceiling 
Chanting a musical summer
That will soon be struck by lightning
Enlightening our sparkling souls 

Chant a silly summer
That will embrace us until
The month turns to September

It casted May away...swarming
June tells it to wait till next year
Though it's a bit impatient 

It's already in the middle of June 
It's June 24-- what a lazy, thriving month
It's summer I ready to go take risks?

Chant a tune upon my lazy, triumphed month 
Send it away...into the Chariot's wagon 
embrace us until I can't take it any longer...give me a chastening ride 
of dashing happiness
Until the month turns to June

It's already in the middle of June 
It's June 24-- not a day to screw up
It's summer already!
Could I take my marvelous risks? 
We could ride our bikes on the rolling waves...or do something 

Oh who gives a hoot...let's go shoot
A chicken or some bottles left on the cement ground 

Oh who gives a rat's butt
Let's be fools and reject any school offers

June is the time to yield some excitement 
It's a great time to grant a dazzling time of our life
But it chants a tune that strikes at us if we do anything inappropriate

It casted May away...swarming
June tells it to wait till next year
Though it's a bit impatient
No more being a thirteen year old coward 

It's time to look forward 
To a goofy summer
To grant foolish food fights 

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She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé

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A Summer's Night

On a Summer's night. 
An Evening's brew. 
This is the story on how I loved you. 
I soared like a kite, high in the sky. 

Then I sat down, and thought of the reason why. 

We broke up, but I acted like the fool. 

You were the reason I dropped out of school. 

They said Life will be good! Life will be great! 

But look at me now... 

I am what I hate!

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Summer sun.

 Summer sun,
 warm my skin.
 summer sun,
 warm me within.
 Set my emotions
 so all can see,
 the glow in me.
 Summer sun,
 It's you I see,
 when my girl,
 smiles at me.
 And when you
 set at night,
 I see you again,
 when she says,
 good night.

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Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.

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Nocturnal Noises

A sun drenched day decided it needs some sleep, again
A nigh time shadow leads to nocturnal noises, again
Then it came; first a bat frequency noted its presence
Then it’s sharp noise; first the crunch, then the crackle
We looked up high, the moon beam caught our eye

We turned to leave, the beady prey took swoop
Too small, it’s shadow cast upon our faces; we turned
It’s breath caught her hair; no scream just a jump
The nocturnal hunt in full flow, we stood firm

Then the beats, then the chorus, then the cracks
A crescendo of noise; more creatures, more shadows
Why run? Why care? Why dare? Why here?
Don’t fear the nocturnal nature hunt

A carnivore, a herbivore; an omnivore; 
All present, all here, big and small
We are mere spectators; they don’t care

Natures sway, their way, never to decay
We stood firm 
We closed our eyes 
We listened
We danced
We felt at one
Oh nocturnal noises; natures natural music

                                                    By Shane Cogan (September, 2013)

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Four Leaf Clovers

I sat there for hours

Sprawled out on a carpet of green

Searching for a four leaf clover


Written by Gwendolen Rix

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Girl on the beach

Girl on the beach
sits alone
sun kissed hair
summer kind of girl...

She sits alone
knowing the sea, the sun and air
heals all of loves wounds...

She patiently waits
for a gift from the sea
her thoughts towards the islands
she smiles, she listens
to the serene brutality of the waves...

Pearl on the beach
remove your wrap
reveal to me your tan
I'll swim in the ocean for you
come take a plunge with me...

We are both in love
with sea green ocean
the currents, the tides and the whirlpools
let us find fire in the water...

Girl on the beach
turn your face towards the warm humid breeze
exhale with a deep sigh
being the world is what it is
stay here with me in paradise...

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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

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Sing Angel Girl On Her Day

            Sing Angel Girl On Her Day
Angels came to play and lay a cloud of snowy white beneath her feet
As they treat her to a Happy Birthday party
And sing her name in praise and peace

Hi Girl, they would whisper to her soft and low
How lovely you look today

And she would whisper back hello 
Thank them for the fluffy snow 
For melting it away
So she can enjoy her special day.
Thank you for the flowers glowing blue and red

Angels smiled at her kindly and kissed her head
And blessed her hardships that make her strong

They danced in flowing summer fields so soft and long
They danced around her with a Happy Birthday wish   
To have her join them in joy and happiness 
To join them in a song and endless bliss

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Seeing Him For The First Time

Seeing him on the hot summer day 
Swimming in the big blue ocean 
We caught eachs others eyes
I looked into his soft but tough sky blue eyes 
With my dark big brown eyes
His bleach blonde hair flipping back
As he is running to me 
I knew he was the one for me 
On this summer day

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One simple sound always reminds me of summer.
Sitting on the porch , the air heavy  with the fragrance
of the lilac at the corner of the house..the sound of crickets
a backdrop for summer dreaming.
Nothing pressing to do, nowhere special to go.
content to just sit and watch the moon..
and listen to the cricket chorus. Sometimes the chirping
is almost drowned out by the sound of the frogs
that live down by the well..but the crickets are
persistent and proud of their voice.
            Time is nothing; now is all and tomorrow seems far, far away.

For the Sound of Summer contest

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Summer Abuse

It's summer again
And I hate it
Your abuse is worse in summer
Every summer you do this to me
You call me horrid names
You hurt me physically and mentally
And I'm sick of
I just want to runaway but
If I did then you would be hurt you
I know you don't mean doing these things
Don't you understand what it does to me
You say you care about me
But do you really
You know, I don't care anymore
I cared for years 
But now you've gone too far
You're taking me away from
My friends, my boyfriend and even family
Why do you do this
Is it because you hate me
Even if you do
I have too much heart to hate you back
I want to kill you
I really do
But if I do then I might as well kill my self
Ha! There you go again
You're now going to beat me 
because I said 'I love you'
I sigh and go to my room
I pack my bags and leave a note
Saying how much I hate you
I bet you're crying and I'm happy
I'm happy you feel distraught
I hope you have a horrible life starting now

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Summer's Night

In the brightness of summer’s daylight, 
the luminous star warms the world with constant rays.
Allowing the new day to come to life,
by bringing the precious gift of life to each new day.

Summer’s day always ends with satisfied sighs,
allowing each day to be better than the last.
Resulting in none other than a daily high,
made by nothing but good times and pure laughs.

A spell is cast on those in Summer’s wave,
forcing optimism in everyone in its wide path.
As if happiness flows from within Summer’s rays,
a joy that is so great no one can try to force back.

On warmed days such as this,
I find it easy to say the world is in an inevitable bliss.
Full of interesting awe inspiring twists,
such as an unexpected Summer love’s first kiss.

Truly nothing compares to the warmth of Summer’s daylight,
Except that of the sheer incomprehensible delight,
That is none other than a true Summer Night.

There is nothing like Summer’s Darkness, 
the beautiful Moon revealing itself against the sparkled sky.
To often has the injustice been witnessed,
That a mere diamond in the sky, to truly detail, is fairly shy.
Nights still warmed from the bright day passed,
Left over from the Sun’s constant heated beat.
Quietly sitting on a sunset painted path,
Watching the Moon take over right at the Sun’s feet.

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Sun down to sun up summer
One word can leave such pleasure
Schools out and theres nothing but fun
All under the Texas sun
We all go wild and party
They party hearty
We dance and sing
We all tend to have a summer fling
We arise with the summer sun
We all play around and run
We hang with our friends
We never wish it to end
Every one and everything
The memories summer brings
We laugh until we cant breath
In the end we all believe
We remember the summer
A time of thunder

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Summer Fever

Summer love,
Summer fun,
Summer trips,
Summer days,
and Summer nights.

Summer love is it real or lust,
how long will it last?
If it's true then good for you,
sorry if it couldn't last.
Summer love have you experienced it?

Summer fun, we all have our own ways of fun,
what do you like to do?
Camping with your sweetheart, swimming or tanning at the beach,
shopping at the malls, or relaxing at the movies.
Summer fun has many varieties, which one is your type of fun?

Summer trips are random and fun,
family, business, just because or honeymoon trips.
Trips to amusement parks, beaches, and campsites,
get away for the summer to relieve some stress,
visits to a new country or state and make lifetime memories.

Summer days you can do any thing you want,
spend the day with your sweetheart, watch children play in the sun.
Eat ice cream sundaes, go to car shows, and relax in the sun,
Go for a walk or go for a ride, do what you want, but enjoy the outside.
Summer days are perfect for listening to what people don't take the time to listen to.....the nature and life.

Summer nights are for fun and mischief,
depends on the type of person you are.
Take a walk around the block..... or two,
snuggle with your sweetheart under the stars.
If you want, go to a secret spot and skinny dip, it's your night, do what you want.

Summer love, 
Summer fun,
Summer trips,
Summer days,
and Summer nights.

Do what you want while the summer days and nights are young......

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Summer Days

Summer Days

Summer days
Hot and sweltering
Below a burning hot ball of gas
No breezes to cool the land
The lakes steam a bleak grey fog
As the air seeks to evaporate the water below
The coolness of the water
The heat of the unending sun
Bake the bodies lying on the dead lake shore
Some merely skeletons
No flesh or muscle
They tell the stories of many summer days
Too many days of infernal heat
Petite young girls and strong young men
Line the shores in an annual ritual
Naked they turn red and brown as their bodies roast
Cooking ever so neatly in the Earth’s oven
They do not feel the heat
They do not see the death which surrounds them
They only see beautiful tan bodies
They see the fun the summer day offers them
God, to be young again and not look around

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Honeysuckle Scents

Honeysuckle scents so strong, lingering through the air
Pulling me closer to the memories that I remember were there.
The summer I wanted to feel everything, as you pulled close to me 
Waiting for our first kiss, that brought me to my knees.
A secret romance, no one in our world could know
A flame burning and hot, as we connected, soldering us both below.
The feeling of the cool grass under my skin with your warm embrace 
As our bodies, become one soul under the stars, flying off into space.
Honeysuckle scents stay on mind as summer comes again
And I meet with you under moon, loving you a lifetime as we transcend.

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the Lucid songs we sing

What colour is your blues
For it always fails to reach our spring
Adams abreach 
And Eve's the moment 
Our gardens sing

If the stars don't reach for you
At least the sun will greet you
Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum
Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean
And on to June Bugs you remain unseen

Did you finally settle that dust that rose
With the winters you miss I grow
It left you at a spring time breaze
Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees 
draked in the soil from which cotton seeds

Did you prick your skin and bleed
Did you lie in a petal of roses and read 
as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die
Did you wish for the frost 
To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause

And as April died
You realized how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated
Yea as April died
You thought about how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated

"songs of a blank season"

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September's Child Part two

  ( continued from September's Child Part one)

But Autumn does not love Winter
Autumn yearns for Spring
But Spring with her bubbling laughter
It is Summer she chases after
Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes
A season of depression for his love rejected
His leaves of orange, red and gold
Turn to a decaying brown.

He tries in vain to change
To conquer Winter
Yes if this he could do
Then Spring will he be with
But Winter strong, her winds they blow
She buries him with blizzards of snow.

September's Child
A love he has lost
September's Child
Alone and tormented
Spring she will not have him
Summer shines him by
Winter she does control him
Autumn the season when love dies.

September's Child through he breathes
The breath of life
Deep inside he has died
For a love he can not have.

Came September I looked up at the trees
Red, orange , gold were her leaves
I plucked a few from her arms
And kept them in a paper sack of brown.

And I released them into the wind
That Spring.

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Nocturne of The Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved

*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.

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Sun-Ripened Misery


I don't observe
the day between 
the summer solstice 
and a midsummer's eve


I've abandoned the rituals
that commemorate
a shift in season,
my over-ripening years

and celebrate
my sickening sense 
of hope.


By day, I could apply 
a defensive membrane,
an anti-cancer cocoon
to protect me 
from the shrapnel spewed 
from a blooming sun 

but night permeates my skin
and wishing stars curl up beneath
like a thousand tumors

challenging fonder memories
with disappointments
and memos about
shrinking days.


Midsummer crepuscules
open sour-lighted wounds  
and drip watercolor ghosts 
down the sky

leading my desire back 

to withering earth

and into an arid darkness
with promissory dimes
and a thick, weeping moon
that can't forget how to cry

over nothing.


I still crave so much
the hope 
of quickening molasses
and the warmth
of long, rum fingers
from fermenting skies

but the sun-poisoned aches
of famine and fullness 
always alternate

a layer of sun 
over a layer of sin.


I'm contaminated 
by an anonymous hunger 
that spoils the wine of day, 
and curdles the milk of midnight

I reap
love, laughter, happiness

the crops of heaven

but they never satisfy 
always turning tides of emptiness
on my tongue

erasing summer sun 
with doomsday shadow.


Give me the gift of Heaven,
a contentment sterilized coma,
a throne in the cusp of Gemini and Cancer
and I might wish instead
for a pyre in Hell.

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                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
   © 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree


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Before The Winter's Smile

Before the face of winter’s smile I’ll hold my promise to you,
That this beautiful summer had passed away, will keep him honored
For his sweetest fragrance keep me on
His heat makes me stronger, hold in her promises.

Before the face of the coldest air I’ll sing my song to you
That no matter the pain inside I will still hold on you.
The promises been a decade gone still fresh and new
I still belief that you and I will feel the heaven at hand.

Before the face I can’t see no more I’ll promise my love for you.
If the stars could be reached I’ll give to you, to bring back the heat.
Because you are what you are and that’s what I love from you.
No matter how ways degrade you, still you made my moon blue.

Before the coming winter’s smile I’ll say it once again,
That the beauty been said still holds in your name.
Within the winters face ill sing this once again
My summer heat with you, the best thing I endure.

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I often wonder,
In those fragile moments between dream and waking,
If what I know of good,
And what I I know of evil are what creates the complexity that is me.
Do the two intertwine,
Compacted together so they form some semblance of normality?
Or if they are opposing forces,
Neither winning in a battle of dominance over my psyche.
The later of these two appears to be the case,
Because I'm always the same,
But so very different after each and every passing moment.
Peering inside myself,
I imagine that this is what I would see:

I can be shallow as a puddle,
Growing ever smaller under the summer sun.
Or deep as an ocean trench,
Teeming with mystery.
I can be childish as a girl on her first day of school,
At first too scared to let go of her mother,
And then off making friends with everyone nearby.
Or I can be wise as the old woman,
Seeing so much more of the world in seconds,
Knowing every secret at a glance.
I can be smooth and cold as marble,
Indifferent and never yielding.
Or rough as the bark of a sun bathed oak,
Showing all that I have openly.
I can be harsh as a blizzard,
Searing with my very touch.
Or gentle as a spring breeze,
Playfully whistling in your ear.
I can be sorrowful as a summer monsoon,
Raining torrents until no more will come forth,
Or cheering as a spring rain that leaves a rainbow in its wake.
Of devil or angel,
I choose neither.
Both deny themselves the freedom I hold so dear.
The ability to choose between kind or cruel,
Gentle or harsh,
Raging or comforting,
And most of all,
Between hate or love.
I am me,
No one else,
And all the warring elements that make me are the most ugly,
And beautiful things in the world.
All these and so much more are who I am,
Who I can be,
And what I long for myself to grow into.
As all things must someday,
These thoughts drift away,
Lost once again inside me.
Fading as the night does once it reaches dawn,

For I am in that space between dream and waking no longer.

I find myself seated in Biology,
With my teacher shooting daggers from her eyes,
Asking pointedly if my nap had been restful enough.
And I say how sorry I am,
Scrambling to answer her,
Working fervently until she turns away.
Then and only then,
I smile.,
For somewhere in between heart and mind,
All those things still exist.
Waiting until I can wonder again,
To find them in that space,
Both singular and vast.
 Ever searching for the thing that one calls a soul.

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Sounds of Summer

The roar of the neighbor's tractor
as it pulls the cultivator,
the buzz of the helicopter
spraying the planted field,
familiar sounds of summer
near my little rural home.
A distant howling coyote
coveting my clucking hens,
the crowing of the rooster
proclaiming his domain,
the swish of my sickle as
I decimate the weeds
are ordinarily unnoticed by
my inattentive ear.
An unusual commotion
in the bright blue summer sky,
alerts me that the eagles
are having 
a raucous conversation. 
My attention is drawn 
to the cooing of a dove.
We play hide and seek
as I try to locate him.
I stop my mundane chore 
to listen.
I hear
the chirp of a cricket,
the rustle in the trees,
the swish of a humming bird,
the buzzing of the bees 
and flies,
the scolding of a jay,
cawing of the crows,
croaking of a frog,
and then
my ear attunes 
to the soprano
in the choir of the birds.

Happy summer sounds.

Inspired by contest "Sounds of Summer"

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Splendor in the grass

Come; lie with me in the grass
Of summer and feel the cool green
Blades give ground to our presence here.
Smell the white clover my dearest?
Its odoriferous fragrance
Pales by comparison with you.
Look! I see a four-leaf clover,
Though rare, it’s not as rare as you;
I picked you out amongst a crowd
And have been in love ever since.
That sun that kisses these flowers
Is not as warm as your kisses 
And the warm rustling summer breeze  
Lingers long about your tresses
Stilled by the jealous Aeolus
Who claims all things but you my dear.

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A Simple Happy

Adrift, a-meadow in spring color,
Daisy, daffodil, dandelion, 
A signal flag wrinkles and flaps with motion;
Awash, a-drizzle dazzle of rain. 
A girl floats to the tides current
Happy to hale the freedom of her new skirt
Happy to wave in high air, so pretty. 
Cotton dyed, swishing to and fro to rise
With fall and jump jump each skip 

The streetlight beacon beckons:
Twilight light approaches, roars
To subdue the bright colors. 
She rounds the sound, the curbside corner
And runs down the street, 
Smiles line porches as “happy sailing”
affirms kind porch-side mothers

Twilight meadows become bedewed
Not by Marching drizzle but rather
Drain down streets to storm-drains in April fashion
Thunder cracks and the skirt 
Safely ties herself down to the home-harbor
Breeze billowing flapping skirt: 
A-ruffling akin to spinning in a springy summer field

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Darkness descends
This close July eve

Fireflies strike
Yellow green torches
To locate a lover

I lie in deep grass
And take in the stars
My body is covered in firefly light
And then she finds me

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Changing Season

Crystal white  
dew crunches underfoot ...
late winter
late spring
freezing air in April
what will summer bring?

Old folks always talk
about the weather ...
the rain now masking the daily fear
of death.

Its getting closer
permeating consciousness
with its insidious reality.

Yes, what will summer bring
and will I survive
another winter
is how the mind begins
to tally the sand
as it flows through the hour glass
crystal white.

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Hope's Communion

The ocean is more often rough than smooth
When one upsets the gods with doubt.
Craving a lad’s pranking--
That deserves a spanking,
For Love’s union is not child’s play.

When I was a child I acted as a child
Needing Mother’s hugs and rebukes.
Living in childhood values is tad bit shallow,
And you wade in puddles,
But an adult is meant to swim in the waves. 

For Hope is the mature communion
Where the glass vessel has no cracks.
And I discover husband’s deep water,
In summer mornings strung together like pearls.
Each blessed mating adds to the  masterpiece.

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Summer Nights

The heat drips down the sweat in
my eyes and face like boiling water. 
The sun sets into a summer dream. 
Nighttime smolders from your
touch as my body yearns for 
your desire.

The evening air is still and flat
no breeze as I devour the hunger
of your lips. Our hair is soaked
as the fever invades our blood and
we are left alone together 
in Summer nights.

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Remembrance of Fans

The sound of fans returns me to the pores

of alone summer nights,

sweating pulses of dream echo...

You came to me

in your deep, sweet fear

of lonely desire to be filled

with a gently undulating completion

while our mutual nightmare of separation

had fed on a dark, inner grip,

with us not knowing exactly what it was

except that the hope of desire

would melt prison bars

into light rays from your face and eyes

searching for answers I wasn’t sure I knew

Still, the savage joy, tempest of joined purpose…

… lightning darts of passion,

We absorbed the feel and sound of our deluge,

your dripping hair and skin tanned by the wind,

We crept to the edge of our sea of abyss,

the waves caressed, taunted us,

hinted that we should unravel into each other

since a ‘knot’ is only one foolish jot

of insufficient language from ‘not’

which lusts to rule the darkness of separation,

Our lips searched for our ends, for alignment,

neither stars nor planets needed,

only the furnace-fusion of our inner space,

those lapping sounds of undulation

sweeping closer and closer

until eclipse of all else, drowning and consuming us,

edge becoming center,

feeding ourselves outside in

until you tiptoed away into the mist of our dream

on the sound of the fan

and I was eminently, sweetly lost

in the pores of summer night…

… something tells me that you are still here

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Can i be your ice cubes in your juice baby.
Can i switch on the ac for my sweety.
To cool you in hot summer day honey.
Can i be your lotion dearie.
I need to be your goggles damsel.
Will be your scarf my love-o.
To take you to water ride cutie.
                 That on a hot summer day.
                 Just forgive me once 
                 coz' i love you from
                 bottom of my heart 

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A Summer Day on the Mountain

-----------------------The sweltering  heat From the valley below
                                      Rising as a shimmering mirage
                              The evergreens accept what passes through
                                       The rocks below inhale the heat

                               The cool mountain swirling winds entwine with heat
                                        The birds singing summer’s song 
                               The coolness of their shaded  nest among the pines
                                         Enticing them to sing love hymns

                                A deer, a cougar, drinking from a pure clear lake
                                          A brown trout jumps ; catches fly
                                 Sublime tranquility as the sun kisses the treeline
                                           A summer day on the mountain

                              Inspired by John Heck's Summer Celebration Contest

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They Said Goodbye

As they end their search
for fireflies with only 3 in the jar
I realize summer is nearing its end.
The signs are all around me.
How did I miss them creeping up? 

The tiger lilies that proudly 
lined the driveway, 
greeting each guest with a
brilliant show of color, 
are now nothing more than green
swords waving at the kids as they
ride their bikes past.
The once bright orange blooms
are lying on the ground
crisp and brown
waiting for the next good breeze 
to take them on their first (and last)   journey.

The neighbors tree is starting to
change into it's Autumn wardrobe already.
Its uppermost leaves shimmering in the sun
an almost exotice combination of
reds and oranges.
Its message reads as clear
as if it were a billboard: 
''SLOW DOWN- Summer ending soon! ''

I see even the kids are showing
signs of Falls quick approach.
They're losing that spring in their step 
and now are moving along at half-pace.
They seem to sense the upcoming school year
and I can see the dread in their eyes
as if they're losing their best friend
and there's nothing they can do about it.

With a look of hopelessness
I watch them open up their jar
to release the 3 fireflies.
But, unlike their usual releases
where they tip the jar upside-down
and shake the creatures out, 
this time they just removed the lid
and set the jar on the picnic table.

They sat there patiently
watching until the last firefly 
had found its way out.
It was as if they knew 
this would be the last time 
they caught them until next year 
and they needed time to say goodbye.

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Sweet Cottage Home

We trudge and trip
along the slick, stony path
Squishy moss covered rocks and roots
propel our wet sandaled feet forward.

Treacherous trail ends
in a sun washed clearing
Tall pines tower,
solemn totems, encircling
the idyllic patch of heaven
in the woods.

Warm, happy sunshine greets
our cold, damp sandals
now forgotten in 
the glory of arrival!

The sweet, white cottage
with perfect blue shutters,
embracing the dusty, dirty 
panes of glass,
like the warmth of my mother's arms.

Solid fir plank door
cheerful, red apple paint
waits with iron latch, 
ready to welcome us in.

Again and again.....
years, decades, and generations 
of Miller's welcomed back
to their sweet cottage home.

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Summers Sigh

A near end summer breeze sends shivers,
that gently brush the surface of my skin.
“I’ll see you as time goes by” cries out the wind.

August winds bring fall days,
to reflect upon summer memories made.
“I’ll see you as time goes by” shout the new friendships made.

A summer like no other one yet,
in the direct limelight of it all
“I’ll see you as time goes by” begin the wandering whispers of fall.

From stress to relaxation,
a whirl wind tour these past few months have been.
“I’ll see you as time goes by”,
Summer sighs as it says goodbye.

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Season Of Life

Spring, the season of new, the growth of the leaves, the newly born babies, and the beautiful flowers we see. ~*~ Summer, warmth plentiful and rich, the warm river waters flow, wildlife abundant, no migration we know. ~*~ Fall, cool nights, the anticipation of colors, as the leaves change, finally the frost covers. ~*~ Winter, harsh and frozen white, hibernation and ice cuts into life's pace, snow pack plentiful, somehow we feel renewed, the migration returns as with life's abundance! ~*~ Just as we are born, its our Spring, we grow to our Summer of teens n' twenty somethings, late Summer n' Fall we peak in liveliness, and the fatality of Winter appears just way too fast!

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This Summer my June

I feel like howling at the moon
Is this my summer? My June?
Will I see the sun tomorrow
Rise like a fiery snowball
Aimed at the sky above
Lights my eyes
Sets my thoughts on fire?
To think what this may bring
This summer;
Will I simmer?
Or will I boil overflowing
Without bounds
As I hear the sounds of the ocean
Abound with promise
This summer,
Where will I go; what shall I see?
Shall I shout out with glee?
As the alcohol flows
From my veins
Shall I hold the reins
To my summer?
This summer my June...

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Those Summer Days

Warm nights
Under trees
Star lights
Summer breeze

Running around
Laughing and fun
Worries are drowned
In that summer sun

Sometimes it seems
In all of that blaze
Were they but dreams?
Those summer days

Pretty flowers
Open skies
Summer showers

Birds sing so sweet
Late night dances
Move to that beat
Summer romances

Sometimes it seems
In all of that blaze
Were they but dreams?
Those summer days

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Glorious (Egg Timer) Fall like summer days golden sunshine sweeps the earth autumn love love autumn sweeps the earth golden sunshine Fall like summer days Glory of sunrise in spirit and heart brightens life joyful time time joyful brightens life in spirit and heart Glory of sunrise Erich J.Goller Copyright 10.8.2011 “Egg Timer” by Erich J. Goller 5 lines 5/4/3/2/1 syllable Reverse same five lines 1 /2/ 3/ 4/5 syllables Any subject--Rhyming optional--No stanza limit

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Summer blue,summer sun

After spring comes,
a new dawn of sunshine,
a divine warmth,
deeply,tenderly caressing,
my entire body,
within and without,
slowly but kindly,
burning and permeating,
through the pores
of my sensitive skin,
awakening my being,
to existing and in existing,
to exploring and in exploring,
to finding and in finding,
to discovering and in discovering,
to recovering and in recovering,
to realizing and in realizing,
to actualizing and in actualizing,
to becoming and in becoming,
to exemplifying and in exemplifying,
to living and in living,
to fulfilling and  in fulfilling,
to rejoicing and in rejoicing,
all because of the warmth in the air,
giving me the freedom,
to be who am,
destined to be,
summer blue,summer sun,
a season of love,
fulfillment and acheivement.

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Summer Fun

Summer Fun

Summer fun is wrapping up.
So are my last days for being a beach bum, 
by hanging out in my flip-flops and string bikini.
Now that the nights are growing longer 
and the days are growing shorter.
Time to get serious and 
put my life back in order.
But, I'll always remember fondly,
my days this summer of hanging 
by the pool and studying for school 
while sipping on a gin and tonic.
I'll also miss the lovely summer tunes 
that played over the pool's loud speaker
and the smile of our well-toned lifeguard 
who always proudly wears 
his high-top sneakers.
Author's Notes 

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My Friend - My Love

My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold.
What is new must grow old.
The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade.
Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause.
Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud.

To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride.
Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause.
Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on.

My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred.
Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into.
You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold.
Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways.

My friend I love to waltz in summertime’s brew however dreamers fall in line.
Lions await the waiting feline. 
Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in?

My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side
Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you.
Lick the fire as you kissed the sun.
Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come.

My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down.
My love, reverse that beating to walk what’s knew.
Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you.

My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four 
And loving the gems that you live for.

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Reminiscence of Summer (For Maxine Grace Hylton)

Before that day splashed  everything with light
I  played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
            Or etch your portrait
                    where the spindly sparrow fly
                       looping your beauty with the breathless sun

We watched them 
                         fall like shattered diamonds 
                            once from a window battered
                                with fragile 
                                                           of tomorrow
And you said they were our prancing children in the water
Little Shangos you called them,  and we kissed
In passion, filling love with lissom lilacs of laughter
For life was an eternal summer then
Winter was barred from where it had never been
Barren landscape scarred by the lecher, not the sun
Shrivelling petals and prayers, lynching the hearts like trees
    and scraggy
           shredding the eye 
                     fingers clutching sky
       Tolling voids of air like a crucifix
          Self important because of the importunate
            Castling citadels of calamity against the hearts fear
               The wind exploits the calamity of leaves
                  Only a shell of sultry shadows was left
                     And I bereft
                       Tented my exultation
                          To wait your coming again
                             And the annihilation of pain.
Clouds are drifters of the sky,  I am enfolded in cerulean blue
Dark indigo of heart on the promenade
Children feet splashing the frazzled dry of sand
I shriek like a gull slant against the wind
Where the splashed sand grits the eye
Summer seas are all of winter's tears rinsed in light
Itinerant birds frolic here: innocence excited emits delight,
      For lovers are children
         Too trusting uncarefully 
            Undermarcated wrong or right
              As summer splash them like sprays
                 Glinting the eye Where the starving eagle plays'
                      I slant away to reminisce alone.

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Chilling breases, cool you to the bone
Lovin grays of sun that should be thawing frozen crystals
We fly higher everyday, but still we cannot see it
The birds are coming back, but thats the only sign
We have looked under rocks, we have searched every rooftop
Its been to long sence we have seen the sun
We have searched for many hours
We have climbed trees
Trudged over miles of land
Forever in search of swim suits and the beaches
The rushing water of the rivers and waterfalls
Yet forever not finding anything
Alas!  The sun broke free of the gray haze
We shall not search another day
For we have finaly caught up to you
Our dear summer you cannot hid anylonger

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My Precious Squirrel: Memory of a Tree

I was born at the edge of a field 
that captured the shadows at sunset
I was an adolescent, 
when I watched men plant odd, angular rocks
where a  strange, hollow tree sprouted,
maturing unnaturally fast.

I was disturbed to see the creature’s marrow shape, 
no rings, only a labyrinth 
of vertical and horizontal lines

An alien cousin perhaps…

It was some time after the strange tree formed bark
that I saw it glow for the first time…
So many eerie eyes glaring like creatures of the dark
I was chilled to my roots

In summer people came,
squirrels with two legs, they busily made a nest there 
and the tree howled and laughed by day, 
and watched with bright, vigilant eyes at night

The smallest squirrel often wandered away 
and came into the grove of my ancestors
and climbed into my arms;
she seemed so strong
but when she nestled into a crook
and watched the clouds roll over hilltops
seemed so small and fragile,
the weight of her thoughts heavier
than the weight of her body

She came when the sun scoured the field
and before the rain
alone, unafraid
her face always a storm of contemplation.

Sometimes, she would talk to me,
tracing my wrinkles,
asking questions and seeming as if she understood 
the whispered replies from my leaves
and the creaky laughter of my branches.

She made me special. 
She could have sought 
the cradling branches any other,
but she chose me, claimed me as her secret.

Her chubby fingers and tiny feet
tickled my existence 
until she no longer climbed.

Instead, she warmed my roots 
As she stared into the hills,
a magic branch pressed the contours of the valley
onto sheaves of white leaves
replacing her voice.

I imagined her rings forming, 
perfect, wise circles, though no wrinkles etched her bark
she was changing so fast…

And then she came no more, 
none of the squirrels came, 
the strange tree stood abandoned
even when I was dressed in respectable summer green
and I thought, perhaps 
she had found more interesting landscapes.

But one day, she returned, 
the same and yet very different
and brought with her two small squirrels,
each resembling her

They brought laughter into the grove,
climbing branches and squealing in delight
and my old friend once again settled at my roots
with her magic stick and white leaves,
writing and drawing me into her memories

just as my precious squirrel
was already ingrained in the very rings
of my heart.

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Dock Of The Bay

Back in the summer of 69
                            I remember sitting on the dock of the bay
                                     watching the boys of summer
                                   build their love shacks love shacks
                                    girls were playing twister and
                                   sipping on pina coladas all day
                                     feeling kind of groovy  groovy
                                    I couldn't get much higher higher
                                     with these such good vibrations
                                     from the summer in the city
                                     way down in Key Largo
                                watching my beach baby beach baby
                                           from the dock of the bay

Just Something I was working on
for a song Used all summer songs LOL
Hate to see the summer fun end

This Song Is Written By Me 
And Now Is It Is Published Thru N.W. Alabamba

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Not a place to go

No place I`d ever go to,
Far better things to do 
Than be a red tomato 
On a sandy barbecue.

No time I`d want to live
Have better things to do
Than be a bloody monster 
In a concentration camp.

No person I`d want to be
I Have one life to live
Than be a shit star o` porn
Squashed `tween two pumping bodies.

Had rather be myself
What feels right.

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Eagle Rock

On those hot and sticky summer days,
When blue jeans would cling to your legs,
And feet burned through worn-thin sneakers,
Tar bubbles would blister on the roadway,
And the air was so heavy it was hard to breath,
Eagle Rock was the place to go.

This huge bolder from a glacial past,
Sits on the rim of a moon-like crater,
And dwarfs the rocks surrounding it,
While magnificent oaks tower above,
And random sunbeams reach its surface,
But not enough to give it warmth.

A well-worn path of small, peaked stones,
Winds its way to the giant rock,
Passing trees, carved with hearts and arrows,
That stand amid mosses and ferns of a prehistoric time,
As the musty odor of decaying leaves,
Carried on a cooling breeze, finds your nose.

Sweat-soaked hair and t-shirts dry,
While standing on the boulder’s summit,
And the grass that clings to necks and arms,
Falls away quickly as the sweat dries,
And sweltering feet that dangle from the great stone,
Are relieved of their heat in an instant.

The trail still exists that leads to the rock,
Now passing discarded TVs and sofas,
And the once glorious boulder, now marred with graffiti,
Seems somehow smaller,
As an asphalt parking lot,
Embraces the ever-shrinking woodlands.

But, if you stand on the rock,	
And look up at the still magnificent trees,
You can feel the cooling breezes of long ago,
And hear the laughter of a simpler time,
And your mind is at ease once more,
And your body again refreshed.

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At the end of the summer
The heartbreak begins,
But, until then,
Get down with your sins

This sentence
Is long and blurred,
And the ending’s been cut back
By three simple words

I hate you
Has been omitted again
Or I love you was said
And that was the end

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Summer Smoke

Smoke dreams on a summer night

Fill me with a heady mixture

The night’s textures wrap me in their tenderness

And its musical refrains tickle my ears

As heavy scents waff upward 

In cosmic celebration

I’m of the stars and the night this evening

I’ve shaken these earthly shackles

If only for a moment’s passing

If only it could linger longer 

So I could rise to all its promises

And float endlessly 

In this summer night

If only I could be the summer night

And never feel the heat or see the Sun

If only I could float on summer promises

And always be close to heaven’s magic

If only a summer’s night could be forever

Then the stars would always be mine and time could  lie down

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Lost Horizons

She used to walk alone
down dirt roads 
in absence of pavement and streetlights

She used to wander
through summer evenings, cicada symphonies
nocturnal sounds of animal happenings

She used to lie alone
on her back, in the grass
silent among the trees
while scaffolds tossed new nightlights
into the July sky

watching a scattered sky, waiting
for stars to lose their grip

She could always predict
where the next one would fall

She used to walk alone
through the midnight world of longings
and wonder
what happened to the expectation
of horizons bright with dreams

Grieving over postscripts
of summer memories

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Summer Nights

Hot summer days, followed by steamy summer nights - still too warm for sheets or blankets Silently, she sleeps stretched across the queen sized bed with the overhead fan providing gentle relief Her body gives evidence to where the sun has reached her soft, delicious skin And beyond the tan lines, where her beauty has not been tarnished by the light of day, my fantasies make it hotter still

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Summer Kiss

A summer kiss.

With a glowing sunset
a deep passion grows.
All but too many crazed feelings
always kept sustained
stream out and forgotten.

The feeling of his strong lips,
with a cool mint taste
against mine shall never release
the true meaning of
a blazing summer kiss.

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My Cup Of Tea

On this hot summer day I wish
Cooler temperature
I never wish for much…..
Only a Cadillac SUV,
As large as it comes…..
To protect me from all the
Accidents I seem to acquire yet,
None seems to be my fault
But it hurt anyway…
Lying on hot concrete seem to
Burn my backside..
I walk around the park…..
It drains me of all my body fluid
And I crave for cold drinks…
Than I sweat more…..
Drink more and fill the
Fluids moving around in my
I sweat, sweat
In the temperatures of 99 and
Over 100,plus..
Blisters my poor wanton soul..
In the hot summer heat, but the
Flowers blooming dose not seem
To mind
As long as you quench their thirst 
To keep their roots moist
Planted in miracle grow will keep
Them thriving well,
In this suffocating heat...
It will bring out the best in your
Flower bed…
More Comfortable..
In the season of fall and winter I
Seem to be my happiest, while winter
Weather brews the cold wooing
Biting wind…
Frost on the windows seem to please
The snow filled lawns and sidewalks
Seem to be my cup of tea…
Southern Arkansas..
Usually miss the beautiful winter
And wooing of the cold winter
Beautiful nights..
I enjoy the big flakes of white
Falling from the lake filled
White flakes glitter, sparkling
Shooting from each beautiful
As the big yellow moon rise
Each flake,
Laid to rest in a cluster of 
Spark with their blues,
Yellowish light, capturing
Every color….
Displaying each flake
Craved as a work of art..
Tapestry of..
Fall and winter is my cup
Of tea...
I Adore this winterland of
Beauty .....

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The Seasons

MODESTLY FLAUNTING her brilliant bright wear,
Thus it is often the seasons collide.
One is too eager to put on her show,
The other reluctant to give up her reign.
SWEET Summer is BITTER for being ousted,
While Autumn  CALMLY and BELLIGERENTLY pushes her out
Knowing full well that her own time will come
When Winter will VIOLENTLY EASE her away.
Spring however, abides her time.
She's never too early and never too late.
Spring SIMPLY SPARKLES with splendor while she is here.


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Summer Day

Summer Day
Walking down the dusty country road 
Skipping rocks over the creek
Running through the pasture chasing cows
Taking a long dip in a cool lake on a hot summer day
Catching a horny toad to bring home to Mom
Whistling my way down the long dusty road
Free to do whatever I please along the way
What a great way to spend a summer day

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The leaves cry in the early morning sun
And can no longer respond to her kisses,
Their lips are shriveled and dry 
Branches are darkened
The hopes of summer are dashed to the ground
Ground underfoot
The summer  tree’s  glorious crown golden is robbed
And turned to dust, dead, shredded,
As a child’s handful of gold coins is knocked to the floor,
And he weeps:  unconsolable  under his mother’s caress.

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No One to Pitch the Ball

No one to pitch the ball
on a dusky summer night.
No one to fire up the grill
on a sunny summer day.
Spiraling down into poverty,
mama can't get a job.
Mama teaches me how to tie a tie.
I know nothing about a car engine.
Somewhere out there he's drinking and drugging,
and not loving me.
The only thing he gave me 
was an addictive personality,
and that didn't turn out so well.
So as I sit here on the porch,
on a dusky summer night,
I remember clearly,standing alone,
in the grassy, overgrown yard,
with no one to pitch the ball.

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Calm the summer breeze fades
a deep breath for yesterdays triumphs......
perhaps if I could cradle a moment fleeting..... 
a youthful love
a love of innocense
the red barn, I wander toward
a time to rekindle.... 
a time of passion and fire......
calm the summer breeze fades 

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Her summer dress

Worthy of a fine tune,
as I sit ‘pon the weathered
sipping ale from
grandfathers mug on this
tattered porch of
my family's log cabin

My mistress,
without complaint;

she sits on the porch rail
in her summer dress

her summer dress


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Her Summer

To understand a tree
how it lives in the summer
fails in fall
dies in the winter
reborn in spring

An endless phoenix cycle
around and around
as seasons come and seasons go
summer the height of their year

This summer will last,
the five-year-old said
the leaves will not go brown
nor crackle underfoot

they will not fall from the branches
like wispy little martyrs
the glossy green growing
shivering, frail, weak.

This summer will be different,
the six-year-old proclaims
The summer will last
The grass would stay warm

the sunshine would be perfect
In between the pale pink blossoms
and nature's own fireworks
everything was green

And yet despite the dreams
summer would end
taking away the cartwheels in the warm grass
and the carefree laughter in the treetops

Autumn would come
with reds and golds
browns and orange
pulling down the green curtain of life

Then, too soon,
snow would come in a flurry
coating the trees and the dead gray ground
shining painfully in the sunlight

But each frozen branch would prevail
push through and grow blossoms
of pink and white
delicate as glass

So the cycle came and went
summer breezes
fall storms
winter snow
spring flowers

Now the six year old is old
too old to run in the green
hear the chirps of the evening crickets
laughter, clear as sliver bells

But she had something better now
a husband so perfect and true
With green eyes the color of leaves
and deep brown hair like fertile soil

And his laugh
reminded her of sunshine
bursting through a cloak of emeralds
finding the child beneath

He was like summer.

Her summer.

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Hot weather, swim suits, beaches and pools.
Its summer I love,
Because there are simply no rules.
You stay up all night,
And sleep through the day.
And what is someone going to say?
I love the heat, the people, the chances.
No homework, no classes, no teachers, just fun.
There are so many things, that I love about summer.
But sadly it does have to come to a finish.
School starts in the fall, which means summer ends.
But I guess that’s what makes summer so special.

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Torn Soul

Twisted tatters of a torn soul,
bound forever on the the wind to blow.
Never to alight and never know,
the comfort of rest, of being whole.

Broken branches of a beating heart,
stilled at last by a summer of storm.
No longer the leaves of summer form,
forever, from the tree, now set apart.

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Staring On Sunset

Perched near the bend
where Sunset slides
From infamy to ecstasy
I watch the summer roll
and stroll, as the parade
of cars, stars and those
hiding within themselves
Fuel the sun to ensure
Its on-time for its casting couch
audition with the all-hands blue sky
and tainted orange-red cousins
looking to turn an LA trick
into thin air
Sex bleeds inadvertently
with each smile, tush, rack and package
willing to come out and play
youth is eternal
Whether you're undergraduate or overfortunate
Slick shades hiding the clear and present
danger fit for the unintended consequences
waiting down the Boulevard
its Summer
its Sunset
And dreams are in store.


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Dog Island

Summer days, a sheltered cove
I close my eyes....and I'm back again..
This hideaway, where oft we came
That bears our names, on giant oaks
Carved long ago by childish hands.
A place that takes me to my yesterdays
Where willow trees hung low, 
Over river wild, and thorny berry branches
Would prick our legs, where I could 
Descend to the water, to look for
Frogs, and fish, and where a hot summer
Sun, would find it's way through the branches
And warm our backs, till slippery wet with drips...

Remembering, it's my eyes that mist...
Longing for days
When my legs were young, tan, and strong
When I could run up and down the trails
Finding other coves and hiding places
And old tires tied with rope hanging and waiting
For our young hands to hold tight
And swing high and wide over the water
Feeling the shock of the cold and the wonder
Of a long ago summer day

Today, back up the steep bank...I tread carefully
Older legs, more carefully I  step....
But thankful to revisit a yesterday
This happy place, on another lovely, summer day

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nineteen and seventy-six

the expectation....
is the pain i write
will be only 
a something faintly

lesson  learned
lesson earned
tied up in a scarlet 
ribbon in my rubble

laughter in the summer 
yellowed as the white i
wore and obscured by my
view of you

playing, laughing... rescuing..
and acting like we were grown-
ups living a life

how much better the 
hot summer used to get
hot...wet...tanned with 
sweat on our lips and
kissing like children at
the fair

playing enough not to
hurt two hearts we


Forever we spoiled the
summer of 76.

by janetta

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Medicine Show

Late summer evening looking toward
The starlit sky
And feeling the droplets crawling toward the cotton
surrounding a neck that lips had once touched so lightly
In a moment of an eternity where now a town converges
On a canvas palace at a time when
faith was part of the advertisement and the heartache and pain
could be vanquished by uncorking the mysteries
of a planet only light years away from
The acknowledgement of human error
And they bought into the dream that tomorrow
would bring the change that was really unnecessary and 
they returned to that existence which encouraged them
To wait for another hot summer night when
The medicine show returned.

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The Ecstasy of Trees

Staring out the window in February,
The trees are talking; 
They are silhouettes against the sky,
Speaking a foreign tongue.

Yesterday a tree spoke to me.  It said,
“The soul is an animal sloping
	gently towards God”.

The ecstasy of trees,
The shelter:
It all comes back--
That day under the lone pine
	of my youth.

The needles were a gentle touch 
Against my cheek and palm.
The breeze was soft and compelling.
It was almost as if Wordsworth was there,

In the wild mood of summer
The wild grapes are ripe,
And dew is as honey on the grass.
The air is full of water,
And rivers flow like arteries of blood
Upon the land.

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The Drugs

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak

Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining 
directly into them

He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing

What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???

Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved

From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before

I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you 
But I knew you needed me now more than ever

Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame

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Warm is the day
this lake my own.
Flowers lean and sway
this shore my throne.

Clouds high drifting
a satisfying sight.
Mornings blush shifting
a true delight.

Noon’s high sun
a bird on the wing.
Mid day silently done
a most pleasant thing.

Long shadows grow
The sun lost to my sight.
Daytime has let go
time to say goodnight.

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Summer Iris

I lie imprisoned within my own
Yet before me unfolds the silken white petals
Of ethereal rest.

Emerging before me, the spectacle stands
Like the salutation of an aurora borealis
Scudding across a cold northern land.

Bending before me in arching silence,
Translucent caverns of luminosity
Turn in the halo of late summer light.

Radiance reflects off early morning dew
Like brilliant shocks of lightning unleashed,
Bestowing upon me a retinal dance.

Undulations of refracting light
Awaken in me a healing release
That removes the black shrouds 
Of pain held within.

Oh tender white temple, appease my soul.
Like an aria of light emanating from within,
The face of a summer iris greets me as a friend.

White songs lie embraced
In a sea of citron 
Evoking a rest and release for the soul. 

The darkness then lifts with a gentle exhale,
In the balm of the rising of a sweet sultry breeze.

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                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
   © 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree


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Summer Days

On warm hot summer days 
I love to listen for the ringing of bells on the ice cream trucks, and the buzzing of 
bees, the smell of fresh roses growing on the side of the house and the smell of 
fresh vegetables growing from the garden in the backyard
I love to sit on the patio holding hands while we watch the sunset go down 
remembering all the good memories oh how I love doing that every summer but 
now since you're gone the summers hasn't been the same oh how I wish you were 
still here.

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June Pier Ave Hermosa Beach

Salmon colored skin, extra sensitive,
old '03 40 plus sunscreen sits atop dresser, back home

drunken ex-surfers smell up Hennesey’s and Sharkey’s
well tanned, dirty blond, wasted teeth, flip 
high school dropouts here from the city, try to unleash their angst, 
Kary-okie night; have to sing louder than Sportscenter on 10 screens
the floor sticks with the sap of [spilled]hard drinks and lost mores’
tables are leaned on, light dims, hard to hear,
a man walks out, down the pier, to the end
drinks in the blackness
waves lap at the legs of the walk,
the moon laughs 
then calls the prophetic, 
first week of summer. 

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One Special Summer

The summertime of my soul
Quickly sends chills down my spine
In remembrance of passion
We had that one year
My heart races as I remember it
We held each other tightly
As we never wanted to let go
We wanted this summer to last forever
Everything was just right
The nights were cool and starry
Nothing kept us from being together
It was always peaceful and bright
We walked down the lover's paths
Feeling close to one another
As we strolled through gorgeous nature
Creating an ambiance like no other
We would overlook and faults we had
Keeping true love alive at all times
We had everything in the palm of our hands
Being together allowed for big dreams
We thought this summer would be just the start
The beginning of a lifelong journey
We thought as each day brought us closer
We might just stay together forever
Then the summer came to a close
And autumn brought with it change
We had to go our separate ways
And the distance left us estranged
No matter what we did
To try to keep us together
We could not keep the love we had
Alive like we did that summer
Soon we drifted apart
Separated for many years
All we had left
Was the wonderful summer together
The spectacular wonderful love
So special in many ways
It will live forever
Deep within my soul

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It was scorching, humid and suffocating,
It was the day,
More I moved the more I sweated,
The machine turned warm and heated in no time,
Loosing sweat water was as much as taking it in cold,
Eating food became necessary only for survival,
Whatever lay in stomach fermented,
And fermented real fast in heat,
Raising gases all over body cavity,
Which was already roasted from outside,
I threw out all clothes that were not required,
And put on all aids that could cool the environ down,
I was tense and fought with jagged spirit,
All work suffered from heat,
And could not be done as was to be,
It was summer and always so,
Nature was hostile and man tried to adapt,
Earth was revolving the way it did,
And possibly I could not help,
The rhapsodic melody of summer is sharp,
To come to terms you have to sing along with your own harp.

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A Song Long Enough

I had just set my headphones

down when the intercom

buzzed and Ruben O’s 

voice asked urgently:


“you ready man?”


I’m standing before the

multi-slide mixing board

in a studio dreamily

streaked in amber from

the track lights.


“Eagles Lyin’ Eyes man,

all six minutes and eleven

seconds.  let’s go!” was

my reply.


this is a conversation 

between two radio deejays

at two radio stations

in the same building

in San Antonio in the eighties.


it’s nearly three 

in the morning and were

both bored and wanting

a “bump” to make it

through our night owl

radio shifts.


I crank up the monitor

in the control room 

and swing the studio door

open and lock it back

so I can hear the song

play from thirty feet away.


Ruben O’ does the same 

to his door across the hall. 


this is what is happening

on the other side

of the microphone

as the 

listening public 

in four southern states 

tunes in to hear 

the Eagles on KTSA

and “Karma Chameleon”

by Boy George on KTFM.  


sister stations in a 

clay colored building

at the end 

of a 200 yard

driveway off 

Eisenhower Road

in San Antonio, Texas.


I’m already waiting outside

the back door where the

jocks park.  my foot holding

the door open. 


it’s a balmy summer night

and lightning silently shimmers 

in the tall clouds to the north 

of the Alamo City.


You can’t hide your lyin’ eyes…


You come and go, you come and go…


our dueling aired songs play

loudly and the sound

 crashes through the

still air and echoes 

boomingly off the 

residential neighborhood

two blocks away.


we each take hurried hits 

off the moistened roach.

holding the smoke in the

lungs for a few seconds.


two hits is all I need.

I’m already feeling a little

fuzzy.  Ruben O’s ready

to go too.


“screw it man, that’s good



we both sprint back

down the hallway 

to our respective

 broadcast studios.  


such is another night

as an all-night radio

deejay at twin stations

in south Texas 

on a summer night

in the eighties.

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Grandma's garden

there are summer flowers
springing in grandma's garden

she tells me not to tread,
but on the path that's made

I watch her rake
I watch her plant

day after day i watch her garden grow

there are summer flowers
springing in grandma's garden

I remember where to tread
it's on the path that's made

I watch her rake
I watch her plant

day after day i watch her garden grow

even thou she's passed on

I watch her garden grow

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Autumn's Rest

Distant calls of hunting hounds 
Leaves touched by winter’s frost
Another autumn’s familiar sounds
The living greens of summer lost
And brushed in reds of colors hue
Partake we here as natures guest
We feast upon what summer grew
To raise a toast to autumn’s rest

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Summer is a time full of love and being carefree, not a worry in the world, only finding 
shade under a tree.  Listening to the humming birds as they drink from the feeder as the sun 
goes down at night, looking at the summer sunset is such a beautiful sight. Hearing the 
crickets chirping what a beautiful sound to hear, laying in my hammock on a cool summer 
night enjoying a cold beer.

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Tree Man

I don’t take a buzz saw up a tree, no never,
I take a hand saw, it’s safer;
and it’s clear, right up to the sighs of the
intense, crafty-blue sky; 
no pressing customers, no G-men, 
no pressured decision making, just me 
and the blue sky

and I’ve got all the gear, the goggles, the harness,
the hard hat, the special skin-sheltering gloves; 
and between the scalded branches and falling 
bird’s-nests, I can see the chicks pass by below, 
on the cement-tickled street; and their high-minded 
heels, and delectable, swaying boughs, say  high-di-high!

shameful!  you whisper;    I know, I know.

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mediocre longings

“need to lose a few lbs. before
summer.  need to lose a few lbs. 
before summer so i can get that 
tat i saw in the ink shop yesterday
(twas so very pretty).  got to save
up so i can get that tat i saw in the
ink shop.  need to watch my calorie
intake so i can lose those lbs. before
summer, so when i get my new tat 
that was so very pretty, it will look
good on me, that is, i will look good
with it on me.  hope i get that interview 
this week.  hope that i’ll get that 
interview because then i can start to
make some real money, because, if 
i start to make some real money i can
save up and get that tat i saw yesterday
in the ink shop, but not before i lose
a few lbs.  got to watch my calorie 
intake in order to do that.  but i have to
exercise too.  i definitely hope that
interviewer calls for that job then,
because when he calls i can ace that
thing and i will finally be making real
money.  finally put that college degree
to some use.  got to pay that thing off.
i will do that as soon as i start saving,
but not until i get my tat---the one i 
saw in the ink shop yesterday, it was
so very pretty.  it will go good with 
most of my outfits.  but all my outfits
that fit me now, i’ll have to get rid of
when i have lost that weight.  got to 
do that before summer.  lose those lbs.
before summer will mean i have to 
watch my calorie intake and exercise
though.  i will have to start running or
go to a gym, or both.  but a gym costs
money.  but that’s alright because when
i ace that interview this week after the
guy calls i will be making real money.
then i will be able to finally get some 
new outfits that will go with my pretty
new tattoo and i will be able to show it 
off, looking so good after i’ve lost that
weight i need to lose.  of course that will
be easy after i have been going to the gym
and running for a while.  i just need to
save up some money quick after i get 
this job that guy’s gonna call me about,
so i can pay for the gym membership.  
then, while i am working out and running
i will be saving up to get that pretty 
tat i saw yesterday at the ink shop.  then
when i get the tat, i will be looking good
because i’ve been working out.  that’s when
i will take the money that i have been saving
to get new outfits that will go with that pretty
tat on my new body looking so good and use 
it to get those new outfits.  after that i will
start saving up to pay off the loan i took to
get my degree, because i can do that any time.
summer only comes once a year, and i got 
to lose a few lbs. before summer.”

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And blondes whistle mightily

And blondes whistle (mightily)
Groove and rhythm supplied
By their accidental guardians
Feigning lock-down on these
Rancid, insipid rugged shores
It's what's expected
The triumphant stasis
The settling down of
Benign expectations
Mixed coarsely with the
Toxic waves disguised as hope
Fame and glamor
The settling in of those
Who (plead) their mere existence
Laconic persistence
To roam and dare
And acquiesce to forms
Much disparate from themselves
Where and who were they
Before the fall
Their (coerced)  lament
Wrapped and pressed
By an indignant Creator
Lie your amble shamble
Down square
With the cracks which
Suckle the (greasy)  heat
No scars to spare
Envelopes with deranged matriculation
Puncture the remaining pores
Now everyone, even them
Can wade (deep)  into December
Without barometric shift
Gastronomic rift
Or the means to remind yourself
Where the days have hidden
Somewhere plain yet hard to find
Wake me once if your pleasure
Grinds the senses weakly
Wake me twice if all's redeemed
The pageant gone
And once again the blondes
Tune their vacant chords
Hustling into naked ensembles
Flush with gravitas
Conduct the many
Swollen from the vagaries
Of plucking
One too many strings.


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Between two stars and the moon

In the summer I stay awake at night
In the summer I sing a happy song
Making poems through hours everyday
Feels the breeze overflowing from the window

I stand in front of the mirror
A picture of me smiling back at me
A notorious face of a blur future
But I feel happy that’s for sure

I lay myself down on the ground
Feels the night wind touched my skin
I’ll build a spacecraft and reach the sky
Crashed down in a planet between two stars and the moon

I’m a dreamer in crowded realists
Dreaming a journey to another dimension
Maybe my home is beyond all clouds
Between two stars and the moon

Imagination is beyond reality
So far away from the eyes can see
Words and mind collide into one
Nothing but a truth symphony you’ll find

My mind is propaganda of a mystery
Quite a bit bizarre in the inside
It would be pretty queer
For everyone who knows me

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as I sit on my porch

bees buzzing along
butterflies fluttering by
humming birds sipping the sweet nectar 
from the abundance of fragrant flowers
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day

young boys playing catch
little girls jumping rope
older girls turning double dutch
skate boarders whizzing pass
bikers cycling down the street
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day

shooting skelly tops
playing marbles
pick-up sticks and jacks
hopscotch on the sidewalk
roller skating down the driveway
touch football on front lawns
as I sit on my porch 
on a warm summer day

folks old and young frolicking 
in the cool water of the sprinkler
neighbors tending to their gardens
and shrubbery
kids selling homemade lemonade
from a homemade stand on the corner
stick ball in the city streets
red light, green light, one, two, three
Miss Mary Mack, pitty pat
one giant step, may I
Simon says

remembering the lazy, hazy days 
of my youth
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day

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Language Arts

A word and a breath but it’s the thought that counts.
Up or down in or out love and trust is what it’s all about.
To you I say can you hear me perked up on the mounts.
You are in or you are out.
A touch and a whisper but it is the kiss of truth.
Knelt or bent I am down on my knees.
And I beg you please.
To me I say can I hear me or am I aloof?
Language arts is a dance in the breeze,
With a summer squeeze,
A winter’s pinch,
The spring’s stench,
Even the autumn’s leaves!
Bathing in the words and dancing like a twit.
Singing in rhythm and painstakingly making a switch.
Language arts is a breeze on the summer Seas.
Lifting you up or pulling you down and spinning you all around,
It will knock you to your knees,
Lifeless and unbound!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2005

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The Nature of Me

I'm like the grass
Sometimes I need to be cut down so that I can regrow but not so fast

I'm like the sky in clear view
Sometimes I'm gray and sometimes I'm blue

My words can feel like the wind
I can welcome you but at times I can blow you away like a tornado with 100 mph 

My tears resemble the rain drops
Drop after drop, I can flood the world, bottom to top

I can be like the sun
Brighten up your day to add a little fun

Then my eyes can glow like the moon in the midnight sky
I can be your worst nightmare and have you up all night wondering why

I can be cool
Like the cool water on a hot, summer day in the swimming pool

But make me mad
And I can be as hot as the humid on a 108 degree summer desert day or just as 

I can be South Carolina's 2007-2008's winter weather
Hot, cold, windy, cool, mild, rainy, and sunny altogether

All of this is just the nature of me that wrapped in
The skin that I'm in

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Summer romance

How does one start a summer romance?
Does it simply happen by chance?
Do you fling your arms into some 
strangers palms and agree to 
do a little dance.

I wonder about these things 
because a dull summer just isn't for me.
Neither is waiting around forever
to see if someone might come along.
Why not take this chance to be free. 

Now I know that might seem a little 
bit unclean to want a summer romance
knowing it won't amount to a thing. 
But still can't a girl just sweep those fairy tales
under the rug for a few short months
and just have fun?

No suppers. Lots of do overs 
Half sober half intoxicated 
lets go out on lots of dates 
and have no arguments
wouldn't that be great?

No messy clean up or hearts to crunch
I just want this to be fun for once.
And this could exist in my imaginary world where 
him and her could be alright with 
just calling it what it was 
and having a good nite
But were not okay with that
we have our fun 
and than fun turns to wanting
something more than
what can emerge  

Even summer romances 
get heavy 
and in the end
I'll shed more tears
than I'll smile. 
We'll never know if something
is long term or just for now.   
But still I long for those romances
even if they're only for summer
and don't quite make it to fall. 
Any love is special.

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Upon Learning of His Wife's Cancer

"I only know that summer sang in me
 A little while, that in me sings no more."
                     --Edna St. Vincent Millay

After that, his eyes,
like blown-glass floats,
caught the summer print
of her cotton dress
nestled in saffron,
colandered through curtains.

Salmon-eyed from sun porches,
she planted asters and seaweed,
charading days
till thunder cracked
the cinnabar sun
and she found you, half-curled--
the long, raw metal conch
at your ear, as if a sleeping
child, listening
            for the silk of the sea.

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Summer Storm

It started the 8th of June
moving away from too familiar
into too alien,
finding no oasis between.

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade
to wilting monologues of drought.
Brown patches emerge with dulled loss
of what might have been
a family
a home
a pasture for aging bones,
hinky synapses
flaring torrents of heated defeat.
Boxes realign themselves
incomprehensibly hiding any value
in their move
from what could have been here
if not left there
where fading memories survive
the loss of presence.

Bags batter
bursting malignant neglect.
Chairs no longer fit
deep seated hot tempers
of displaced despair.

Dust limns defecating destiny.

A house that should be home
to those grateful for its care,
downsizes sublime purgation
into shrinking violence,
screaming silent strangling
sensory strings slipping
sparkling vents
glaring glacially through July.

Then, early evening turns black.
Tall elder treetops sway
waving hope of cathartic wildness,
drama of release
from petulantly radiant heat.

Lightning rolls in thunderous walls of waves
and back again in falling drops of grace.
Transition storms through pilgrim soul
of discontented purgatory
in space without place
house without home
faith without hope
mind pressed without compassion.

Earth and sky roar dark wet flashy passion.
Wild yeast superlatively shredding domesticated culture,
bleaching dark passions from dry-cracked crevices.

"Redemption is not removal!"
wild Wicked cackles demented delight.
"If transitions were regenetic
then nomads would rule,
pilgrims would land in paradise estates
with calculating confidence."

The storm abates,
drought removed.
Thunder claps farewell.
Brief time now
to search evening's rainbow
before fair horizon
rolls over light's last gasp.
As night promises serenity,
Thunder cracks and shakes one last reminder.
Serenity is not sanity.

Promise smiles teardrops on hot tin roofs.

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Fishing with Dad

Fishing with Dad

On a clear, summer morning my father and I would go fishing.
We would get everything ready: the usual rod, worms and of course
something for us to eat.
So here we go down the road talking about how many fish we are going to catch.
As daddy’s little girl, he would always let me catch the most,
but even when he didn’t,
I still did.
We sit on the riverbank with the water hitting the rocks.
We would listen to the birds in the trees singing.
This was a special time for me, just me and my dad together.
I look on those days when I was little because now I am a mother.
Those days are long gone for me, but for my child these days are just

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Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.

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Tommy's Summer Fun

The sun ascended on the eastern shore as Tommy awakened to the day.
With eyes now opened, he jumped from his bed, excited.
He remembered, it’s the first day of summer vacation.
He is not about to waste the day lying around,
He would be off right after breakfast.
He grabbed his lunch he made the night before
So not to waste more time and ran from the yard
Even before the door slammed shut.
He met up with his friends at the ball field,
But to his dismay, older kids already made claim.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened again later that morning to a lunchtime sun.
He quickly ate down his lunch 
and ran to the fishing hole to meet up with others.
There, he planted his pole by his side, with hopes of catching the big one.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened later to the late afternoon sun.
He quickly went and got his bike and rode to the five and dime.
There, he met some friends 
And together, they taunted the passers-by. 
He felt the evening sun descend and knew he should leave.
Heading home he couldn’t help but feel how great summer is,
No cares in the world, a day of whatever, each day.
Tommy arrived for dinner with a smile on his face.
When he was asked what he had done
His reply was with glee and he said “just about everything”.

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Subject to Change

Have all the summer flowers so perished under the weight of autumn’s cool breath?
Has the warm summer sun taken refuge behind the clouds from the northern sky?
Has the image of peace as rabbits forage for food been disturbed by an early frost?
Have the evenings of our contentment been changed to those of preparation?

Changes occur each day, each week, each month, and each year, noting a progression
As they so occur, life alters yet maintains a natural balance that can be thrown off
But, left to thought, reason and keen observation, this balance can be maintained
Allowing us the joy of being part of the world, therefore being subjects of change

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Summer Steered

Let me sugar shake the wind
you hold one end of this sheet
I'll latch quick to the ends of the other
White to the sky 
to billow, fly
We'll laugh as we face one another

Let you run the minty grass
You hold the wand
I'll get the bubbles
Dip to the soap
'till up, up they float
away with the skin of our troubles

Let me bloom the orange tree
you hold the basket
I'll cut the leaves
Flowers to pop
one by one 'till they drop
to the scent, every memory summer retrieves

Let you fall the sun
You close your eyes in the sheets
I'll tuck the blossoms behind both your ears
Bubbles will fly
The summer goes by
and happiness leads us wherever it steers.

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Strawberry Field's Child

Hey little girl behind  blue curtain windows of despair
Would'st care to dance?
Mayhap delight in sweet romance 
Of rhythmic stepping joy
Who put that silvered sunlight in your hair
Some naughty boy?
Would that I could closer feel 
your hammering heart against my own
Close your eyes and listen to the living music  play
Allow yourself to float upon the air ‘tis oh so pleasing there
Let Summer birds sound glory in your soul today
Fill yourself with wonder and breathe sweet memory
Let  hands of yesterday caress  crinolin  skin
Drink in  feelings and be
 once again  refreshed
Tis Nature letting you be blessed
Forever’s child of wonder 
dancing to the thunder 
in your breast
Spinning winning yet again to feel
Sweet tender soft fulfillment 
of your loving innocence
In secret Summer dance from rocking chair
Let sunlight in those sparkling eyes
Rewarm your soul with living light
And shine your silver hair

Strawberry Fields is still there I've swung on the gate
(So is Penny Lane)

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summer night
walls of heat to walk through.
summer sweat.
my skin smells sweet.
no summer love to console me.
no summer dreams to take me away.

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Summer time

Ever blossom summer bright
Warm evenings sheer delight 
Wondrous beaches sand in your toes 
Take a swim cool off your woes 
Outdoors dreaming, cooking up right 
Party time barbecue invite 
Grow now grow to your gardens flight 
Watch your tomato vines ripe 
Ever blossom summer bright 
Wonderful rains dark skies such a fright 
Cooling off the hot tar tonight 
Pretty songbirds singing their song 
Tip your hat to the early morn 
Vacation trip upon the ships memories to be born 
Baseball season in full peak 
Go to a game take a seat 
Ever blossom summer bright 
Lie on your chair and gaze at the moonlight 

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Summer Fun

The sun ascended on the eastern shore as Tommy awakened to the day.
With eyes now opened, he jumped from his bed, excited.
He remembered, it’s the first day of summer vacation.
He is not about to waste the day lying around,
He would be off right after breakfast.
He grabbed his lunch he made the night before
So not to waste more time and ran from the yard
Even before the door slammed shut.
He met up with his friends at the ball field,
But to his dismay, older kids already made claim.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened again later that morning to a lunchtime sun.
He quickly ate down his lunch 
and ran to the fishing hole to meet up with others.
There, he planted his pole by his side, with hopes of catching the big one.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened later to the late afternoon sun.
He quickly went and got his bike and rode to the five and dime.
There, he met some friends 
And together, they taunted the passers-by. 
He felt the evening sun descend and knew he should leave.
Heading he couldn’t help but feel how great summer is,
No cares in the world, a day of whatever, each day.
Tommy arrived for dinner with a smile on his face.
When he was asked what he had done
His reply was with glee and he said “just about everything”.

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Cut to the chase,tell it like it is,don`t hold back. 
AckkkAckkkAckkk,someone is coming and I give yew the sack. 
Life is not worthless just meant to be 
not iff ewe knoe ; not iff ewe knoe ; but to be: 
Someone to love, someone to listen, and someone to hold! 
When someone is sent from above. 
A Heart is a fragile thing 
beating by grace and by faith. 
Everyone promises everyone fakes, 
no one`s immune from the snakes. 
I have found summer but not in a smile? 
Yes for I have found summer 
pleease babay 
Chat me awhile. 
AS I pretend that we`re married. 

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Summer Days

There we were speeding along
the warm leather seats of the golf cart
asphalt hot under the wheels.

The sun shines down 
ever radiant above
the sky is as blue as ever

The occasional shout heard by all
as someone is hurt or excited
the happiness and joy in our hearts

Small waves hit the shoreline of Lake Michigan
the screams of swimmers as the water hits them
the smell of sun screen in the heat.

Little children laughing in the pool
the random parent shouting "don't run"
all good times wraped around us like a blanket.

The dazzaling sunsets
the golden ball falls to its daily death
as the stars begin to shine

There's only one word to describe summer
those longs days, wonderful days in St. Joesph, MI

Then summer days fade away
fall hits with a resounding boom
and the hope for more summer days.