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Twas A Full Moon Shining - Collab

Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light. I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease. Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so. Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go? If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me? I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she. A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart Even when the one you love has chosen to depart. True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost It will return to you again, for it is never lost. Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees. There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory And so will love come once again, if you let it be. Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
11-17-12 *An excellent collab,with John Wulf & Dan Kearley*

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012

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The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 

The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.

© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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Together we ran away

                                                Together we ran away 
                                                 Leaving this dull town 
                                         Driving to somewhere incredible 
                                      Blasting the radio to sweet melodies
                                      Cool crisp breeze blowing on our skin
                              The smell of sweet summer air filling our noses
                         While we watch the vibrant emerald lands pass us by  
                                 Driving to someplace only we would know

Copyright © Rachel Hoyt | Year Posted 2013

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As Raindrops Fall

Walk with me my Love
Beneath the summer sun
And talk with me my Love
Until the evening's done.

Stay with me my Love
Though all my youth be fled
Stay with me my Love
Please come and share my bed.

     With you alone I chose to spend my life
     Through all its many years.
      'Tis you alone I'd have for wife
     To share its joys and tears.

Let's call a spade a spade
All cards upon the table.
Live by the rules we made
The best that we are able.

     Tomorrow's sun may bring Anything
      Or perhaps nothing at all.
      Listen close enough and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Laugh with me my Love
Stars shining on your face.
Dance with me my Love
Within the night's embrace.

     A raven sits in yon withered tree
     Shall we stop to hear him croak?
     What of him to you or me
     Tomorrow is yet smoke.

Dream with me my Love
In the fading morning's dark.
Scheme with me my Love
In time we'll make our mark.

         The bells within the chapel ring
         Read words writ on a wall.
         Snowgeese gather on the wing
         As the winter raindrops fall.

Play with me my Love
Singing in the rain.
Smile with me my Love
Begone all present pain.

Live with me my Love
Until we both grow old.
Sleep with me my Love
My shelter from the cold.

     I'm all right now what I might be
     With your love in my defense.
     We face a thousand mysteries
     This life makes little sense.

      We face what ere the future brings
       As we heed the Siren's call.
      Touch the clouds and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2007

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Summer Time

Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013

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Summer days are coming A Rock Song

My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen on Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. When the Moonlight would rise The sleeping waves of Sea And your sweet arms would be Encircling me close to thee. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In Summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. I know why you watch The Sea waves rising to kiss When the Moon began to pour Its love drops on the Sea. Watching the joy of Sea waves You always come in mood And then like the rainy clouds You shower your love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. O’ Darling I am waiting For the Summer days to come As in summer days you shower Your rain like love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we would be Singing our love songs. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2013 NOTE: This song was written in May June and was submitted to Song of the Year USA for an INTERNATIONAL CONTEST. Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and You Tube. Cloying this Song or reproducing it in any other form or manner is strictly prohibited. Kanpur India 7th Sept. 2013

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2013

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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray 
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed

For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Catagory: Serious
Written 7/29/13

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Debutant's Lament

Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Lady

Summer lady 

In her blue cotton dress 

Walking down the street 

Her red hair shines in soft evening ray 

Like copper ribbon in gentle breeze 

With a soft voice she sings a song 

And it’s of a nightingale’s

Sweet summer lady 

With a dimple deep 

Her skin is of color bronze 

Hard tanned from the wheat field sun 

She sways gently along the way 

Her straw sandal brushing the tall green grass

Summer lady 

As plain as the pale blue sky 

She would scoff at melting butter 

She would hush a crying boy 

She would try to rhyme the world 

With her sweet verse late at night

Sweet summer lady 

In her blue cotton dress 

Strolling down this narrow street 

She waves at me and drops a smile 

Which falls gently upon my chest 

There I smile and whisper soft 

“Here’s a daughter of the earth” 

Copyright © IL AS | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

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Homonym Spring

Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. 

I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.

I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.

Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees. 

Lucky Mi!


Copyright © Jillian Sabecky | Year Posted 2015

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A Summer in Reflection

The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, 
so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along  gravel road
the first beams break through pinewood forest.

The old New Hampshire Red was up last night, 
bamboozled by the plump moon,
but all was still in the petite hours ‘fore daybreak.
His first boast was far too late;
Banties have already blown their tops, 
and warm rays long ago penetrated rabbit fence.
Leghorns proudly announced fresh eggs.

Beds were unoccupied and unmade.
Voices came, children in euphoria; 
oppressors were off to nine to five.
Nightingale sang an encore 
before morning forage, 
and gaiety commences. 

Brown skinned pickneys, 
like the color of the Balaclava clay, 
with reflections of innards on innocuous visages.
The hoopla lived until the Leyland snaked along treacherous drop
and the sun hastened to avoid mama’s air.
Chores rushed,
and mama voice ruined our names. 
Tomorrow, at first light, we will be children again.

Most of us have heard of lands where dogs licked their humans’ faces
and are driven about in carriages in nappies, 
while we loathe our predicament
some counterparts wrestle in grown-ups’ arenas; 
innocence lost to palm wine and brown-brown, 
and blood moves consciences far less than September’s rain. 
Will tomorrow’s shoots be allowed to be children,
delightful progenies?
Let the bright sun shine on Columbia, Cambodia, Guatemala, and Sierra Leone.

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2011

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Old fashion summer

Here under these leaves
of the lush gardens and weeds
Grape vines crawl from post to post 
that create a resting spot for most
And now the robin is
guarding her young chicks so fair
her nest is made of grasses and hair
Trickling streams of a watery theme 
Where dragonflies hover and spread their wings 
And the so clever songs the robin sings
For summer comes and brings the heat of the day 
Where busy children are out to play
Oh treasure this, theses days that come to pass 
Where one may sit and drink a glass
With lemonade and roller-skates
 be home before
 dark ,or at least by eight
Laboring were the long nights of summer 
Were perspiration was a part of slumber 
And so we woke with sticky necks and sheets 
because all we had was a fan to beat the heat

And reminisce theses days we remember 
Its soon back to school 
Were we could’t wait until late September 



Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

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Morning Mist and Summer Rain

Morning Mist and Summer Rain Far away from the noise of the city I walked in the quiet of a country lane nothing to distract me this day but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. I was born to be free from my troubles born to smell the freshness of the day nothing to accompany me on my trip but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. There are times when I must be free, away from the cares and worries of this life, when I can walk alone in this world with nothing but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. Sometimes in all my wanderings I talk with my God up above, it's amazing what I will hear, when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain. A symphony of sounds are present from the creatures who live nearby, from the call of a coyote drifting on the wind to the birds in their nests where they lie, all add to the beauty of this day, when filled with nothing but a morning mist....turning into a summer rain. My love for life is all around given by a God who cares from up above, it is seen most clearly on a country lane when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Summer without Daylight

My city has been abandoned by royalty for vultures to defecate and Hyenas to spit on. The large hole left is a huge hindrance to every emotional functionality making inactivity a coveted blessing to this feeling which was once an inner paradise as vacuum is more glorified to this emptiness handled by a devastating care-taker. Misery spins in a jet speed round an orbit of madness while disgrace powers this system with the energy of ruin. Reconciliation’s manual is drafted in an impossible language b’cos everything within and outside the shores of existence are on their knees on my behalf, yet mercy has been squashed on this rocky heart I arrogantly created. My moves of happiness have been jacked up with a pivot of depression as its wheels are unscrewed by the cruel tools of sadness. The buttons of our memory now over-punched, making the heart drown in a gutter of regrets and dragged to the blind border of melancholy. A heavy rope is tied around my neck yet nobody sees. My throat, in cautious contact with a sharp knife but nobody cares. I face reject like a delicacy without seasoning from a Tongue and dislocated by doom like summer without daylight or spring without the rains. I stand alone and afflicted by this mood so barren. She has passed the message so clearly but not without leaving an injured soul.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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The Call of Spring

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

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

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

Copyright © Patrick Carpen | Year Posted 2015

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I Bring the People In

Some throw plump tomatoes
and harsh comments.
And some ask me for weed
as if I'm on it.

Others honk and throw me
five dollar bills.
But at the end of the day
I've had my fill.

I bring the people in
with a bright smile and friendly waves.
I bring the people in
with my ridiculous dance craze.

Music of all kinds
blair through my headphones.
It reverberates through me
from head to toes.

I simply stay afloat,
try not to sink.
Don't care what you
"civilized" people think!

This is what I do,
so please don't curse and fight.
This is what I do
and I'm gonna do it right.

I bring the people in
with a bright smile and friendly waves.
I bring the people in
with my ridiculous dance craze.

It may be dead end,
but I'm having fun.
Burning calories
under a summer sun

I lost twenty-two pounds
believe it or not.
Give me a sign
and I'll show you what I got!

This is what I do,
is that cool with you?

NOTE: For those that aren't familiar with what this is about, I used to be a Shakerboarder. There's other titles like sign-shaking sign-spinning etc. etc. Basically the job is draw attention to you by waving a sign on the side of the street. I really DID lose 22 pounds, btw.

Here's a Youtube video showing me at work... my old job...

P.S. It was Black Friday weekend so they made me where the Santa suit...

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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On early Friday evening I get everything ready for a long fishing trip,
having checked out the weather, I'd be ready by Saturday afternoon;
and while driving I'll sing lyrics louder than a happy coon...
my tenor voice wouldn't be muffled by an incoming ship!

The landscape is still may see a fox running after a wildcat;
aren't the Rockaways a delight to explore before a storm threat?
If there's a spot on the driest rock, I'll stand on it
and start fishing until the blue shore turns dark! 

My poodle barks at kids making the ugliest faces...
thinking they want to attack me and do me harm;
oh, he's very protective of me! Oh, his affection amazes!
I keep on fishing by padding his head with my right arm!

Two hours have passed and I haven't caught any blue fish or squid,
and being so disappointed, I would love to call it quit...
but wait, something is making my fishing pole shake:
if the earth's plates are colliding, there'll be no tender fish on my plate!

Whatever happens, it's a delightful day to catch fish;
would ultra violent sun rays give me a bad sunburn if I used no lotion?
And although I'm bored, I intend to stay longer to fill up my bucket to its rim,
but surprisingly something pulls my long fishing cane down: it's sheer elation! 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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Some Romantic Afternoon

Some Romantic afternoon,
I will hear that haunting tune,
The one that I would softly croon,
By a lagoon.

We'd go sailing on a summer breeze,
So serene such a scene of bliss,
Now it all seems just a myth,
Like Brigadoon.

Sometimes I dream of Southern Spain,
I see those sweet sweet streets again,
My youth has gone forever,
Not to return,

Sometimes I can't control the tears,
How they burn my eyes,
As I look back 
On those lost years.

Some Romantic Afternoon,
I will hear that haunting tune,
The one that I would softly croon,
By a lagoon.

Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015

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Aussie Party Invitation

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can you feel the adrenaline
'Cause I formally invite you
To my summer night cruise

It is dress to impress
So bloke's put on your coat and vest
And girls slip into your best clothes
as well as your stilettos

We will be rocking the boat
and sowing a few wild oats
From Seven-thirty to midnight
So please be flirty and nice 

There will be great food and drinks
As mister Dj spins and syncs
and lets the vivacious mood sink
On January Nineteenth

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Waterfall

Deep in the woods I hear an angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.
Where the oaks and wildflowers shade the creek,
reflections fall to earth from rays of destiny,
refreshing my soul and setting my spirit free.
I smell the aroma of rain mixed with the paradise breeze.
Tranquil and serene, a natural wonder and rainbow of peace.
A cascading sparkling jewel,
above a wave rippling whirlpool.
Upon the wind rides the angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

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Twas the day before summer

Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
all the kids were jumping
even my spouse!

The bikes were pumped
and the lawns were mowed
the chalk was opened
to write hopscotch code.

My house was a disaster
with mud in every nook
all the shoes in disaray
not a coat on a hook

Try as I might I just
could not get my kids
to pick up anything
not even toy lids!

Then a commotion met my ear,
little Rachel had fallen down
She had tried to copy Jason
Who was being a big clown.

The crying stopped everyones
big summer rush
poor little Jason, soon his tears
started to gush.

I picked up little Rachel
I held her closely tight
I dried her little tears
and made everything right.

Amidst all the summer glee
I learned that the mess
was not that important
but to be childlike was blessed.

Twas the night before summer
and all through the house
All the kids were jumping
even my husbands spouse.

** Based on Twas the night before christmas

Copyright © Brianna Picard | Year Posted 2014

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May in Moscow's my favorite month,
You feel you live, no longer exist.
You look beautiful, no more a moth,
Every morning green grass bears some mist.

May is for taking long evening walks,
Breathing spring air with spirit and scent.
In May there's time for meaningful talks
Feeding motivation and intent.

Then June walks in and it's my birthday.
It sweeps you off your feet in a dance.
In July you'd curse the heat and say
"It's hot!" begging for get-away chance.

Each August some disaster happens:
Default, hurricane or sudden death.
You stack inside your moral weapons
And soon long for autumn's cooling breath.

September's about kids, new school year,
Trees change color and caress our eyes.
Don't you think of winter when you smear
Hopes and no longer see the skies.

October's about walks in cold parks.
Meeting good old friends and drinking wine.
Can't get enough of talking 'til sparks
Come out of eyes. With content you shine.

"Summer is little life of its own"
That is what Russians like to think.
Now it's gone but at least it has shown
Us how to live, dissappeared with a wink.

November through March's 'bout depression:
Dull times, try to get by, day by day.
You taste darkest times of agression
Then April again takes in dismay.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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Drowning In Summer

Drowning In Summer

Bright sun and storm clouds, just 
squeeze me between
Rain wash this dirty boulevard.
Yes, she rebounded, with shameless 
bare breasts.
Starving me with meals of broken 

I drowned in the freedom Summer 

As cool breeze stirred, and we tried 
to write Free Bird
But she was too free to fly with me.
She saved it for man
So, she saved it for me
We came to play by our rules.

She drowned me in a summer time 

Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.

Now I cannot bear the sight of sun 
without her.
And those Petty sounds are pretty 
now no more..
We free fell down, and we learned to 
No breath held now, calling out for 

Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.
This lack of air, is flooding my 
Drowning me quite clearly.

Oh, the Summer has drowned me

Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2013

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Sleeping Voices

Nineteen years and my heart still breaks
Somehow you completed me in the most magical way.
As we continue to stroll down our soul mate's path
I know that we will continue never-ending laughter.
When I placed my hand in your hand and trusted you with my heart.
This was only the start.
To be accepted and loved unconditionally.
And time spent with you 
Somehow when I wasn't looking 
your love slipped quietly into my heart.
And I knew deep down we will never be apart.
The love that you shine down on me
is brighter than the sun.
Just pure happiness makes me feel like I've won.
Because your love is a gift Joan that could never be replaced.
I know that these feelings will never be erased.
The letter you wrote me all those years ago.
Is resting in my heart forever more.

Copyright © Miriam Owens | Year Posted 2013

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Endless Summer

The hot, autumn sun
spills effulgent;
dark branches, roused,
glow lustrous as blue day.

Burgeoning trees
cling to verdant leaves
denying impending
vermillion days.

Summer's love abides,
warming laggard blooms
under the flowing fern.

Summer will stay for now;
Winter patiently waits
to renew the ripe world.

Copyright © Steven Federle | Year Posted 2015

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Season's Gone

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies

A gentle spring is all I could ask for		
The softest rains and the mystical breeze	
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries

The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility 

The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek 

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Air

Sleeping in cars, I’m the last one here
And I don’t like this
I know it’s because how the weather stains my brain. 
We stand ageless
The first time, we had less sense of time and awareness
Where has time gone.
is it still beating the race with my heart again?
Exhaust from cars, mixed with pollen means new beginnings
Dreaming in cars, I know it’s there but I do not understand 
Springtime air, I know it’s there but I’m still not healing

Can I ask for an escort out of this scene?
I have changed my mind
What is wrong with me
As my mind is abroad
My wound has been seared
 I’m done bleeding
No more sleeping in cars
I will come back home
To a happy ending

Copyright © James C.A Buchanan | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Morn

The future lies unwritten on
the blankest, blankest page.
I’m born today and, safe to say,
on track to boundless age.

At anchor in a harbor on
the leeward side of time,
engaged in making love to verse,
in making beauty rhyme--

the heart has placed before the eyes
what Gods of hope have borne,
a well of sweet serenity--
and love like summer morn.

Copyright © Dean Neighbors | Year Posted 2011

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Summer Love

Summer Love

Summer is here now and the year has gone by me.
A year today is when my life fell apart.
I have tried so hard to forget the pain and misery that has put me on hold (for some time).
The ray of sunshine this time round has made me realise; that time has not stopped.
For time is moving on; slowly by slowly.
I am coming to terms with everything.
The future seems brighter again.
I feel destined to achieve my goals again.
The spark that once made me glow as returned.
How lucky that I have come through this and survived on my own.
Being afraid is the only thing that stops you, from having the strength and courage to survive.
Feeling like a puppet when every string is pulled because it brings happiness and security.
Only to realise that the person pulling your strings is no longer there.
You have no idea why that is.
All you know is that your strings are cut and you don’t know what to do.
The sadness of love or believing that you are in love with someone.
Only to realise that the feelings are not the same.
A mistake we all do at some point.
How easily we are deceived by words; that sounds beautiful and meaningful.
Promise of love with no meaning when it’s not truly from the heart.

Friends Forever & In Spirit!!!

Copyright © Clara Lyrical Poems 4U | Year Posted 2015