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July Matinee by Watson, Stephe
An Angel Born On The 4th Of July, Her Eyes And Favorite Colour As I Say Goodbye by Fenton, Elliot
July by Faulkner, Michelle
Visitor Finale - A collaboration with July Morning by Williams, Maria
Visitor - Part 2 - A collaboration with July Morning by Williams, Maria
Visitor - A collaboration with July Morning by Williams, Maria
July by Harvison, Savannah
July Morning by Morning, July
In The Remembrance of July 13, 1931 Martyrs by Ansur, Khan
SAD FOURTH OF JULY by Emery, Judy

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Jitterbug July

Through the heat of July
There are wee things that fly
Up-and-down
In a flickering display

In the fields and above
As they bid for bug love
With the best
Of their flashing ballet

Night-after-night
In their shimmering flight
They're the envy
Of all other creatures

For the evening is rife
With nocturnal life
But none other with
Such glowing features

They dance their bug waltz
'Til the rising sun halts
Their frolic and fun
A few hours

In the heat of the day
They just slumber away
But return with the
Close of the flowers. 

They're the kings of romance
With their penchant for dance
As the dazzling she-bugs
Will attest

Hooking up on bright terms
To make baby glow worms
Is the blinking-bug thing
They do best

This twilight promenade
May put forth the facade
That lightning bugs live
"In the pink"

But those lights can reveal
As a bigger bug's meal
So they're apt
To be gone ...

IN A BLINK!

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- JULY -

No doubt that July is a beautiful summer month
It is the year's best month is named after Julius Caesar himself

Summer raindrops pierced by sunbeams
Just think of how precious privilege it is to wake up to bird song

Columbines are still in full bloom, they are charming
Spices herbs for diversity and for flavor

Who would have anything against sitting in the garden all day
and let you tickle a bit of a grape plant in the neck

Flowers and plants are an important part of summer
Enjoy it all with family and good friends

Fair weather clouds that just gives a little variety in all the blue
July is synonymous with holidays for most

The temperature and enthusiasm rises
This summer we will swim in the ocean and eat lots of ice cream



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   02.07.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  (unrhymed couplets)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Published in the newspaper 05.07.2016

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July Sky



Creamsicle sky melts in July       
and drips down on our souls renewed.
From midsummer’s unstifled sigh,
creamsicle sky melts in July. 
Our tent keeps secrets, we imply.
A fire sparks a sultry mood.
Creamsicle sky melts in July
and drips down on our souls renewed!


For Andrea's One Lovely Summer Triolet Contest
Visual #7, 5/28/15

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Helga Deen ,1925-1943

Helga Deen  (1925-1943)   (Sentanka)

Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe

War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt 


Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór 
Only letters and diary

Was all that remained of her
But her memory remains


Helga Deen en Sobibor
Asesinado a dieciocho años
Sólo cartas y un diario

Fue todo lo que quedaba 
Pero su memoria sigue siendo



Note: Helga Deen, born in 1925 in Stettin moved with her parents in 1933 to Tilburg in the
Netherlands. She was a talented young woman not only in writing but also in drawing. Her
mother was a German Jewish doctor and her father-Willy Deen- a Dutch chemist. Helga Denn
had a brother -Klaus- and both visited school in Tilburg. The family had to move from
their house and Helga an her brother had to leave school together with other ten Jewish
pupils. In July 1943 all were deported to the Vugh concentration camp. From there they
were transpoted to Westerbork concentration camp and from there on July 13th  to Sobibór
(Poland) concentration camp. She died from gas there on July 16th 1943.

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July

Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your voice echoes through the winter air and your smile, my God your smile...
My hands are cold but i am calm, serene and happy

Where are we going?
Someone once told me that what matters is the journey not the destination
I forget the past, don´t worry about the future, only the present matters
And gradually the twilight turns into night
I look at the sky and I find the moon smiling timidly starting its journey
I want to touch, surround you and drown in your hair
But I do nothing, afraid of ruining everything

Strange... Nothing and Everything
All the while the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompanies us
A familiar sound to me, after all this is my city
The surprise hits me for I am not blind to the world, on the contrary
Everything looks sharper, brighter
And time has not stopped as the old love poems tell us
It goes faster, flies.

My thoughts are clear despite your intoxicating presence
I know I have only a fraction of the time I would like to live beside you
I know that your time here will be as short as a shooting star in the purple sky
And I also know that you will take a piece of me away
That might be returned to me one day or lost forever
Who knows about these things?

But I´m not afraid

I would do it all again

Because you are worth it.

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I Feel

What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to

Smile again
Smiles take away all the pain
The hurt
That first time I saw you I knew
That first time I held you my heart flew
To these July 8th  cloud nines
And you smell divine
And you make me complete

When your eyes haunt my dreams
And when I hold you it seems 
That time stops
And my heart beat drops 
To zero and I can’t help feeling lost
In your essence 
And your presence in my heart
Clears all the ache and doubt
And sorrow 
I’m in love with our every tomorrow

But these words read so inadequate
Our lives spell out fates 
Intertwined minds in sync 
Praying that I never blink
To never miss these moments 
Can’t miss these signs and omens 
Our love is written in scribes on walls
In heart caves like hieroglyphs 
Sang in ancient songs 
And Greek-God myths 

Sealed in celestial bonds 
You know, it’s written in the stars
Spelled out in cherubic musical bars 
Constellations drawn about our post sun-sets
Capricorn and Scorpio met
In heaven’s playground
I would’ve undoubtedly found an angel

But not till I fell
To earth and got tossed about
In life’s stormy surf caught
Chasing colourless rainbows
Praying for suicidal tomorrows
Losing all hope
Teetering on the edge this cliff
Holding onto the frayed end
Of a tattered rope

Not till my life was empty
Not till this life left me broken
Not till my soul was numb
Not till I was sure I’d never find the one
The other half of my poetic soul
Not till I fell upon your splendour 
When your smiles did their all to render
Me helpless we would fit no less than that
Perfect sunset on a perfect July 8th 
I’d finally be able to feel.

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- Thoughts Under An Umbrella -




Weep not your grief, when July says goodbye

Of the massive dark rain clouds, we seek shelter

Sing the melody without the words, a rainbow shines

It remains to see the glorious wonders of nature

A choir of harmony, August whispers words of cheer











29.07.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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Rain Dance - Free Falling

Listen to poem:

look a rain drop see
falling from the sky
it'll hit the ground
wave your hand buh-bye

up there in the sky
right now it's high
falling from above
is it going to die?

when angels cry
sometimes in july
like people in a way
it's easy to see why

i need more time
today it rains again
i have to say more
its almost six a.m.

soul mind and flow
your heart will race
while rain drops fall
in a glorious dance

so many of them
we call it bad weather
weak on their own
a strong force together

a waterfall of thoughts
something to ponder
back to the story
bright light and thunder

this drop is me
that one is you
came out from a cloud
from an ocean of blue

form an allegiance
create a cirlce of life
two drops of water
we are falling in love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
rain drops fall over and over
come down go up no end to this story
rain drops fall over and over
phenomenon i call free falling

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On Night's Broken Stage

The dervish whirls—
deserts fable
over candles,
atop mantle fires,
wings for life.

Salient, a moth
labors over no lands,
exists in The Great,
extends her wings 
to The Wide,
middle-age night

to flutter near the floor,
flit in the rafters—
a lamp,
her vessel for ballet
on night’s broken stage.


© 2017 | June 13 | Wesley T Cutlip
Edited June 30
REVISED - July 7

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American Summer--Part 3

Bright balloons cluster
like Tootsie Pops in July's
popcorn scented air

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Copper and orange

As darkness descends.
Tranquil as time flows past. 
With this precious rest.
Led out on the grass.

Sleepless slumber in dreamlike clarity. 
Summer thunder above a scenic prairie. 
Seeing the butterflies colours vary.
As they flutter by with the lullaby fairies.

Therapeutic beauty in cloudless horizons.
Mountains fade as red skies widen.
Sound of crickets and ribbeting frogs.
Playing there their joyful songs.

Away from our shadows of immense achievement. 
Breathing,  seeing love in front, this season, gold and frequent, priceless parables told in tales and seen invaluable. 

Soft as silks of sun set diamonds.
Shining, it's last light shall guide us.
Safely to places where nowhere compares.
Through heavenly meadows to our home we  share.

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PATRIOTIC PEOPLE

Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.

People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.

P eople of unity 
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.

P arade so grandiose 
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!

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The Heritage Forgotten

Copyright © 2015
07.2.2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm


Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
  on both sides who lived and died

An American story
  a clash for glory

Whose glory in this land?
  that native man?
  he was already here
  and faced a new fear
  for him, who stands and cheer?

Another who didn't ask to come
  whipped and chained by some

Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate 

This time it was nine
  who will it be next time?

Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
  left many of our Americans alone and frighten 

Oppression and terrorism aren't new
  it has always been started by a few-
  from murder to rape
  hardly any one escape

Now, America's Old Glory flies
  standing guard over those cries

Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
  by creating the Klan, they tried
  to destroy peace while others were denied

"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
  if our Armed Forces fight for me and you

So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
  with a flag that embraces segregation

It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
  or their Klan will continue to march in mass

The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
  our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
  this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might

"We The People" under this Banner, are one
  from numerous wars hard fought, and won

Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
  only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by


by: LPruitt
7/2/2015
8:50pm

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As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.

6/18/13

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A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World
This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.

I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen
in My Photo page on World Art Foundation

This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp
It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically.

A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
Where ever you see the land is dry
And all the fields and trees
Are waiting for your showers
To get wet and to kiss
Your ever refreshing Rains.

You bless them
With your nectar like Rains
So their fields too
May yield grains
And their forests may be blessed
With your love drops
To again enfold you
In their sweet and loving embrace.

O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
And give them
The blessings of
Your Beautiful immortal Rains.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012

NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India.
Ravindra
27th Aug. 2012

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FREEDOM S CALL

FREEDOM’S CALL

For every woman, man, and child have the 
Right to
Equality and
Equity in this
Democracy stated.
Our lives, as liberated, co-depends on these truths.
Mighty we are as a country.
Strong in protecting our home front.
Crisis we have overcome.
Allegiance to our native people we must continue to know.
Love for the United States of America has been shown.
Longevity forever endured.

****Have a safe and enriched 4th of July!****
____________________________________________________|
Written June 29, 2015!

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Haiku 61

	
	
	Haiku 61
	
	the neighbors arrive
	big rig diesel whumping
	our tiny trailer

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Island Breeze

I hear and see:
Hot pavement, 
Green house,
Boardwalk,
The sound of children's talk
The sun,
watching all the fun
Palm trees
Shifting in the breeze
Blue sky
Green leaves
Bougainvillea trees,
Red and vibrant
That's how you can tell you're on an island

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Mornings in July

Mornings In July


Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.

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Christmas In July

The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky,
As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise;
People now in all walks of life,
Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime.

Go shopping here, go shopping there,
They all buy things needed to cheer;
Everyone joins the spectacular parade,
With big floats and motorcades.

It is still July but Christmas is magic,
It comes on time when we least expect it;
Day and night, people are  rejoicing,
Helping one another in all undertakings.

 Still skeptical on what is really happening,
But colorful lanterns and ornaments  are now seen,
Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor,
Hang in houses, on  window sills and doors.

In open houses have some special gifts,
For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick;
Some are simple wrapped items,
And some are sweets or delicacies on plates.

Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic,
Christmas in July is a real fantastic;
A special event which now lingers in the memory,
Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!




Note: Our town turned to a city.
Date: Aug. 8. 2012


7th Place Winner
Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest
Contest Judged: 9/7/12         12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson



Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the  theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.

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Firecrackers

Finally,

I've
Reviewed
Every
City
Regulation
And
Covered
Kids'
Ears.

Ready
Set...

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

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Blue Moon

This is the year of the sheep and the end of July
The moon is big, beautiful, and high in the sky

This summer breeze tonight is hot and blowing
Our moon above, a guiding light and it's glowing

Harvest time can make our moon seem aurous
The fires in the forest make that color dangerous

We had a visit twice this month so who had a clue
This moon high over us is feeling lonely and blue

Edward J Ebbs - August 1, 2015 
Blue Moon - July 31, 2015

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Tree

follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

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Our Flag


Our Flag


To most people a 
flag is the symbol 
of the Country that 
they live in. This is 
a great thing to 
have. Some people 
don't know the 
meaning or what it 
stands for.

To us here in the 
U.S. it's  a symbol 
that represents us 
and our Country 
and to that - we 
hold respect. Some 
people
don't respect our 
flag, they stump it 
and burn it on the 
ground.

Why is there so 
much hate towards 
our flag? Our flag 
never did nothing 
to anyone. We 
stand by our flag 
and we are proud 
of it's colors - red, 
white and blue, 
colors that don't 
run. 

I don't think that 
only our flag is 
important. I think 
that any flag is, for 
it represents a 
Country and it's 
people...

)07/02/2014
By Lucilla M. 
Carrillo

Note: Have a great 
Happy 4th of July
 and put out your 
flags....