Summer Allegory Poems

Behold, the lonesome lake amidst the evergreen woods. 
'Tis drifting in the quietness of wondrous solitude, 
Upon the visage of languid silvery hue, 
The earthly...

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Birds stop singing That summer spring morn The Son of God His head forlorn No need to tremble The gardens scene With men and angels...

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A hub of summer
And a secret hid.
Known only to a few;
Its thousands amid!

Quiet, out of the way.
If yet heard, track-led.
Roars, more wildly brash, there.
Roars, somewhere...

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So, thinking these days
About all the times I prayed
Thanks be to God
Things worked out and
I’m only somewhat odd
This place has filled my lungs
With the freshest...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into...

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in a pensive mood strolling down the road,
rustling leaves keep a count of my steps,
a curious finch eyes me close,
an unwelcome intruder pacing past her...

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A veil of clouds
ghosts the front lawn
and soft fall of rain
patters—

the passage of summer.

Leaves cling
onto branches-

and in reflection

I wonder
how long
before they
drift to the ground.

My ears...

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From tiny seeds
you sprouted; Tender
green shoots, so new

and impressionable.
Shoots that I serenaded 
and watered with love,

albeit only on occasion.
Then, you had bright petals
blooming from your...

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I was first picked up
In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; 
Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts
Bearing names of old soldiers.

“Draper” draped on an immature frame
In...

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Here’s a cyclist riding down the sunny road
He rides light, just like he wants, without a load
He rides into the summer, to the depth of...

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Summer touches its end,
           the daylight fades out
       with...

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Its rich and charismatic smell 
Entranced ancestors by its spell. 
Caters to all tastes, young and old, 
Strikes hot against the common cold. 
Its secret...

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Across the valley, salted with the distant sands of the Sahara, I hear the raucous song of summer’s cicadas. As a counterpoint, dry Texas mesquite...

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O thou whitish heaven's deity
Rowing on the waterways
Hellen of the birds in heaven
Heaven of the world of fays

In the foggy eves of winter
In the moonlit...

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Forgotten Beauty

Scarlet Beauty in her deathbed
Beauteous than the dewy rose
Beauteous than the dale of hermit
Beauteous than the Oceans pose
Beauteous than the eves and mornings
Which in...

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