Neither despise any man
nor detest anything, even in the sand
For every man has his moment in the sun
everything a purpose in the long run …
Once I thought – but not a cockroach
execrable bug beyond reproach
Yet I've learned from neuroscience podcasters
You can Ai-wire ‘em to rescue victims of disasters
Where is the sun hiding
I’m in dire need of a recharge
~ soak in its vital energy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
September sunrays dart dancing playfully
we treasure every last glint of warmth
indian summer truly a gift
Springing here,
Blooms dance, sunshine wafts,
Feel our smiles.
the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.
the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the light beams fall.
inflating the tire-treaded squirrel with a do-over.
the game goes on until sunset or the next rogue tire.
Horizon becomes lighter.
Sunrise becomes brighter.
Sky becomes paler.
Clouds become whiter.
that first glorious sunray through my window
Dawn's lullaby serenading thy soul
Tranquil waves caress the shore
Morning's golden hues ascend
Light dancing curls and bends
You softy twine the morning ebb
And drown in love in nature's bed
faerie kisses to usher in the morning
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Shining blanket drapes the early morning sky,
Under its glow, vibrant shadows made to flow,
New golden rise awakens a renewed hope.
we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
If the sky above is dark and gray
and your inner blues won’t go away
Think of what is bound to come
by Monday morn, September one
Weather fronts don’t last forever
two-three days if they’re clever
So a Sunny Labor Day anticipate
~ Just blame me if ‘tis not worth the wait!
~ Note: Monday, Sept. One is "Labor Day" in the USA
the early sun drapes gently across the branches
a whisper of promise, of new golden chances
A BRIGHT MORNING OPENS EVERY QUIET DOOR
and shadows retreat where the sun will restore
love clings tenderly in petals that shine
hearts lift overhead like branches that climb
BEAUTY BECOMES BLOSSOMS, BOLDLY BREAKING THROUGH
and faith feels steady, reshaped and born anew
waves whisper gently, curling near the coast
dreams drift forward, the ones I cherish most
COURAGE CAN COME, PEACEFULLY CALLING ME HOME
leading the lost where the spent still roam
night leans close and stars give counsel to the sky
hope clears gently and grief learns to fly
DREAMS DESCEND QUIETLY, GLOWING THROUGH MY HEART
and love, unwavering-binds what was torn apart
Sunshine and revelry steeped the day like sweet tea dripping over a glass's edge. Overflow dribbling down rejuvenated the laughter of the gut and burst forth into an excess of jubilation. The cup wants to be filled with adulation for the man to drink; the man is a goblet steeped by the day. Over him jumps his spirit, blooming amidst his body's celebration into a new stance, pose, and guise. The transvaluation of the spirit leads it to elevation, upwards, it laughs yes, raising the cup and dousing its thirst—the birth of a madman steeped in sunshine and revelry.
sweltering summer sunshine
Specific Types of Sunshine Poems
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