Best Barbecues Poems
We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done
As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”
I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you
As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in
If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet
The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat
I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”
At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”
I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you
Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun
We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars
Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows
Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake
Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue
The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know
If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least
Written for john's Summer contest.
The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the heart of jade forests, where lush nature is screaming.
But the dark hours seem as ages past, since you have risen on the horizon,
Reflecting your glory in the limpid waters, as day slowly begins to brighten.
So nice to see you again, my old friend, peering in the doors and windows,
As beautiful songs from emerald trees, begin their daily, rapid crescendos.
Soon all the world will be colorful and glad, like skyward birthday balloons,
Drifting on backlit skies of somewhere, like the aromas of various blooms!
We've traveled a long way, you and I, and like orioles, we've gone together,
Screaming our joys at midday hour, as warmth blankets the divers weather.
You trail every individual, peach dawn to dusk, and from season to season,
Forever going in and out of our lives, silently, and without apparent reason.
My work as a seasonal park ranger, has kept me in the glitter of your gaze,
As gorgeous wildflowers pursue us all, down the myriad, natural pathways.
Living with my family and my cat, and having a happy life on Pretty Street,
We danced all through deep amber days, terribly soon to become obsolete.
And often enjoyed memorable outings, birthday parties, and get togethers,
Like the euphoria of your floral days, are inclined to following predecessors.
Days at the beach, days at the park, ballgames or fun backyard barbecues,
At the happiest of times, everyplace I look, the first thing that I see is you.
And in olden, golden days, when I played on and on, your warmth was felt,
Like the presence of bittersweet autumn rose, though unseen, lately smelt!
Sweet summer evenings, you gazed redly, to say your melancholy goodbye,
Like the redness that strangely appears, when you're trying hard not to cry.
Crickets in the lilac bush, butterflies in the grass, all smile to greet the sun,
And yellow days are started and soon done, in dreamlike, skyward visions!
Flowers titter in warm, fragrant meadows, and oceans shudder with delight,
People beam at your kind warmth, and robins sing once they see your light!
In the shadows of my mind
There is a memory of you, laughing
Despite the pain that hung like a curtain
Shading the windows of your heart,
Stopping the light who glistened
Just beyond your feelings,
Where doubt told you to disregard
The gentle touch of its shafts,
Promising energies that would silence
All the grief that followed you
In my memory, you are laughing
But it is a sham, filled with false promises,
Forged in pain and counterfeit like the summer
Who can’t last, who will move into autumn’s bleakness
Despite all the flowers who bloom with such joy,
The picnics and barbecues, the reminders
That every moment is a treasure,
Blessing those who know that summer itself
Will not last and is a blessing to be thankful to know
Even though autumn is fast approaching
In the days before your death
You were like a fast approaching autumn,
Dressed in laughter and promising to listen
To my encouragement, the praise and support,
Like tokens of my love on display – yet
You were still dependent on the feeling, kneeling
To the bottle, the pill – abusing your body
And your bogus laugh told the story of doubt
That you would ever find your way out of the habit
Before autumn claimed you and then…
Death whispered your name
Before I had the chance to say I love you – once again
Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on the beach and the fun,
but hello to the chores, and sweeping leaves by the door
With the first icy fingers , hoar frost on the windows,
we'll attack and will stack all the chairs in the garage.
We'll put back barbecues, while the rake, and the hoe,
are in charge of our life, till that last leaf is gone
Take a cue, shortening days, and the color of dawn
Dew on the lawn, wet days, and light snow,
tell us that nature, abundant with harvest,.. grows
and is bringing a new brilliant show.
Blossoms are fading, and gold leaves are falling
The acorns are dropping and bouncing like rain
A north wind is brewing with clouds on the horizon
promising raindrops. Jack Frost on the sill!
Now is time when the year curves around,
for, summer is fading, soon, and winter will fall
Daylight is shrinking, with more time for thinking
of pencils, and school-books and buses in yellow
Horizons are purple, with brilliance that sizzles
blazing the hillside, while aspens are shivering.
The whole world is spread with a bright golden band
shouting with color, while painting our land.
Sun ripened trees, are stirred in the breeze
The scent of ripe apples alive in the trees
Popcorn and football, and nights at the movies
Endings, beginnings, let's give them a whirl...
Time for reflection, all's right with the world !
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For Contest: "Seasonal"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
9/20/15
Fourth of July, Independence Day for the United States, and
On the news political speeches praising the nations heritage, then
Reading of the declaration in deep proud voices and joyful singing.
The country will celebrate with parades and fireworks and ceremonies,
Hanging the flag outside their homes and having picnics with streamers.
On army bases there will be a salute of one gun shot for each state, and
From radios and TV the most popular song will be The Star Spangled Banner.
Jumping children with balloons red, white, blue floating, and
Under tents the barbecues will be cooking those big ball park dogs.
Love of the nation will be on every lip and in every single heart, then
Years of patriotic events will be re-enacted outside in a show of national pride.
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June 29, 2015
Acrostic
For the contest, Celebrate Independence, sponsor, Kim Merryman
Third Place
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Sol
Rising
In the east,
A golden orb
That illuminates
To herald a new day,
Families gather outdoors
In the countryside or beaches
Enjoying picnics and barbecues
In the beautiful season of summer.
Written on the 4th June 2021.
Paint a Picture - 7-15-24 Image #1
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A Place to Remember
A wooden rocker remembers summer
Building sandcastles on distant sands
Wet towels, sunburns, sandy feet
Fireworks - s'mores; summer stars - barbecues -
Lullabies sung in its lap.
Happy Birthday, United States!
This did not happen, just by fate.
We won the Revolutionary War,
Signed the Declaration of Independence,
and more.
No longer citizens of Great Britain,
Nor under their royal mandate.
We sing America’s Anthem, while
swinging on our gate,
So celebrate with fireworks, barbecues
and cherish your inherited fate.
We are one nation, under God, dedicated
to be free.
Be grateful , do celebrate under your summer’s
beautiful, leafy trees.
7/1/2023
smoking barbecues
cannonballs and dips in pools
baseball games to view
5-14-18
Billy Smith was poor and it did show
His rich relatives didn't want to know
They had their cars and barbecues
And howled at Billy’s worn out shoes.
Billy went for a walk and on the ground
Saw a shiny thing, a brand new pound
Bought a lotto ticket he had nothing to lose
But should have bought glue to fix them shoes.
That night he was sitting, watching T.V.
And up came the results for the lottery
He looked at his ticket, in total surprise
He had six numbers; couldn't believe his eyes.
Some twenty years later Billy passed away
His relatives had looked forward to this day
For the funeral some had travelled miles
Wearing Sunday best and big false smiles.
He was a lovely man they’d all say
But a big surprise was coming their way
They couldn't care less about poor Bill
Only interested in what was in his will.
Three weeks later Billy’s will was read
And in it this is what the statement said
There is not one relative here today
That is going to gain in any way.
I was down on my luck you shut your door
You didn't want to know me anymore
You heard of my win, you circled around
My money I've given to the dog pound.
And here is something else that is in hand
By your houses I've purchased all the land
A sewage farm will be built that you'll see
When you open your windows, remember me.
Written 28th February 2018.
Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore
Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor
White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress
Caramel smells waft and giggle a nose to caress
Gentle raindrops caressing my cheek on a pretty day
Holding onto the moment as the sky goes to a dark gray
Floating white clouds nudging at my heart
Summer smells of barbecues with childish laughter
Piccadilly sounds, harmony in tune with my mind
I have magic at each window of fun I find
A beckoning soul leading me to laugh evermore
Carolers with multicolored faces; fun for all
In July mosquitoes fly
And hummingbirds are humming.
Bees will buzz and all because
They don’t know fall is coming.
Weeks remain so none complain
That summer zips by quickly.
School is out and kids, no doubt,
Don’t mind when skin is prickly.
Folks will schmooze at barbecues
And drink like no tomorrow.
Through their sweat, they all forget
These days are just to borrow.
A Reverie
As I lie on my chaise with my friends,
And cherish their differences,
Straight and waxy as sequins is one,
Bent as a clown tipping his hat, another,
Straight, proud, white tux, there you are,
And little gnarled embarrassed one,,
For your frock is the first to yellow,
I lay down my depressed mood and then
Set my mind to remembering when.
When a handsome lover and his children played,
And you were all saplings, stretching early days.
There have been more goodbyes than anyone knows,
But just as many lovely hellos,
You witnessed barbecues and parties,
And the withering of your own.
Illnesses have come and been quickly healed,
Growing, graduations, marriages, too.
The lover and children gone.
Now it is twilight time, and you and I are alone,
We are the sum of Christmasses past,
We are the love that did and didn’t last,
But twilight is soft, and we are blessed.
And you speak your breezes gently.
Winter is here it starts to snow
People are cosy by fireside glow
Christmas time brings fun and cheer
It starts to snow winter is here.
Flowers now bloom it must be spring
Song birds happy they start to sing
We've left behind the winters gloom
It must be spring flowers now bloom.
Heat from the sun, temperatures rise
Longer days with early sunrise
Beach and barbecues having fun
Temperatures rise, heat from the sun.
It's getting cold Autumns here now
Summer season now takes a bow
Amazing colours, reds and gold
Autumns here now it's getting cold.
Written 7th June 2020.
For Swap The Verse Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Joseph May.
For more than forty years, we’ve made
The drive to visit friends,
A trip that takes an hour,
Maybe more or less, depends.
For coffee dates or barbecues
Or walks along the beach
Or beer and burger meals, it was
An easy place to reach.
We traveled those same highways
For the last time yesterday.
Our friends have sold their house
To move a thousand miles away.
Of course, we are invited
To their brand-new home, although
It’s another chapter ended
With not many more to go.