Best Song Summer Poems
Reminded of a summer tune
I heard one summer’s day in June
so long ago when life was raw
and fresh eyes saw the things I saw
I sat and pondered life and time
and echoes of a life sublime
I played that tune and journeyed back
and listened to my own soundtrack
The song evoked a sun filled sky
as all the clouds had waved goodbye
the sand was hot, my feet on fire
an ice cold beer was my desire
A Juke Box lured with satin sounds
so I began to make my rounds
I crossed the boardwalk, ushered in
and let that velvet night begin
The ocean’s memories still hold
a wealth of stories yet untold
but to this day, that song I hear
recalls the sand and sun and beer
No gray skies cloud a sunflower's rays
...For as long as summertime stays,
Bloom again and you are mine...
Don't you know, dear, you are my sunshine
At dusk, your head hangs with petals drawn
Til your sunshine returns with the coming dawn,
Thereafter, a shower of sweet summer rain
As I lay sleeping, the morning held you, dear, once again
Remember, when October takes you away
You brightened up every balmy day..,
With more than yellow petals and a green vine
Please know, dear, you were my only sunshine.
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Come why not to the summertime hop
Movin’ n’ groovin’ dancers everywhere
Wearing flowers in their hair.
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Boppin’ around the clock till one drops
Swingin’ and swayin’ havin’ a great time
Until midnight chimes.
For young hearts it’s a brill time
To bop away all day
Summertime’s a dreamtime
For gathering friends along the way.
Boy meets girl and girl meets boy
As billowin’ breeze blows
Romance fills the air
As the summertime flows.
On your feet, to the beat, dance in the street
Give it all you have got
Rotate those hips, do the jive and the twist
Maybe try a fox trot.
For that’s summertime
Yes that’s summertime
That’s the summertime bop.
summer symphony serenade song
cricket concertos
cicadas in choruses~
summer serenades
bullfrogs beat bass lines
barn owls hoot bluesy ballads ~
bars of broken chords
lightning bugs light up
legato lines of lyrics ~
lento lullabies
fireflies flit fuoco
in festivals of folksongs ~
firelight fantasies
katydids croon classics
contemporary chirping
summer symphonies
Do you have: "That Summer Feelin"
- by Jonathan Richman (1984)
Finally: "School's Out for Summer"
- by Alice Cooper (1972)
Yes, : "Sun is Shining"
- by Bob Marley and the Wailers (1971)
Because: "Everybody Loves the Sunshine"
- by Roy Ayers (1976)
You can ride on: "Heat Wave"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1963)
Give you a sense of: "King of the Beach"
- by Wavves (2010)
Maybe you already: "Dancing in the Street"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1964)
Feel it: "Good Vibrations"
- by Beach Boys (1966)
Magical ... : "Summer Nights"
- by John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John
A good advice in the end: "Take It Easy"
- by the Eagles (1972)
But, enjoy your summer vacation
25.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Sweetheart is such a powerful emotion
Sweet flavor delicious in your mouth
Season for sweet surprises
Surrendered to desire
Shape like a heart
Sugar tasty lips
Strawberry
Sing
Strawberry
Sugar tasty lips
Shape like a heart
Surrendered to desire
Season for sweet surprises
Sweet flavor delicious in your mouth
Sweetheart is such a powerful emotion
06.07.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Wet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.
Man's mind one with weather.
If this is true, life is good, or will be good.
Can I be encouraged that my sons will find mystery on the planet
as I did?
How sweet the slow spring! May already and the canopy not out yet.
Woods quiet all winter.
Now I can't distinguish the many bird songs from where I sit.
Red maple flowers and first sugar maple leaves are, to me, the Christ
child
that's been coming.
The ancient poems and the new make the 1/10 inch of annual topsoil
from carbon dioxide loading.
As a humanist I want everyone pursuing happiness; as a naturalist
I sometimes pray for man's destruction. As a rationalist I admit
I lack data.
O to play slow and sure, even when the tune is fast. Inside an aquifer
of love for the audience.
Not to fear or even necessarily obey the changing wind's
direction. Being here I breathe and make the atmosphere as seen
from outer space.
The song of the world will often take you far from yourself. There
will be no self. How will you know yourself?
By knowing thyme and dandelion, the blue jay from the hawk,
the heron in its swamp, black cherries and the one pear at the junction
of the trails.
They are yourself.
It was early one hot summer morning,
When I heard off key singing through the air,
I looked to see who upset my morning
And bring peace and quiet to the morning air.
I looked around for the cause of the sound
To help give me a renewed peace of mind,
High on a wire was the source of the sound
It was an old black bird that stressed my mind.
I thought if I yelled he would fly away,
I didn't want him in my yard all day,
Nothing I did seemed to scare him away,
Why did I let one bird ruin my day?
The bird couldn't help the sound of his voice,
And I should be a lover of bird songs.
Summer evenings stroll on
With their melodies strong
And their playful wishes well-fed
Sunsets arrive in full glory
With a daring, keen story
Reluctant to cast us to bed
The skies blush and they croon
Kiss hello to the moon
and blossom in purple and red
haiku ~ serenade
cricket choruses
cicadas chanting chansons
summer serenade
Summer nights are a symphony of sounds - crickets, cicadas, bullfrogs, mocking birds - a lullaby of soothing song. I look forward to this symphony every year.
8-4-20
gold butterflies in noon fields
of sunflowers and daisies
greet black-eyed susan delight
yellow warblers sing
in the heart of hot summer
the song lives on forever
on the blooming paths of time
tales of summer love
Years ago I wrote a jingle for a real store.
They didn't know I did, but I did.
The soda pop shop
The soda pop shop
Be sure to stop
In the soda pop shop
If it ain't pop
We ain't got it
Jeff Mart!
Ah, what beauty around!
This day began deliberately.
Even the sky and river Neva have a same a blue colour.
Between them domes fly,
and a thin steeple rises
with a little gold ship at the top.
In the Smolny Cathedral,
the bells whisper.
On the Gulf, calm and silence prevails.
I see unearthly beauty
in the lacy lattices of fencings;
lanterns guard bridges for you,
my St. Petersburg-Leningrad!
Here, palaces have stretched wings.
Here are fountains, as if a mirage.
The architects and masters
of the different countries and epochs
have constructed the Hermitage
next to the Neva.
Delightful cathedrals,
and the most elegant Summer Garden.
This proud facade of city is the fruit of a talent,
the tears and the loving of them.
Stone lions and sphinxes sit observing the Neva.
They look mysterious, even strict,
as if they store secrets and the past of my city
in these restless, difficult days.
I see Nevsky Prospekt in flood of lights,
and the Summer Garden - the SILENCE lives there!
I see for a window of my love and memory
So many different, beautiful days!
meadowlark singing
happy songs early in morn ~
cheery yellow notes
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 12, 2021
for “Songbird Haiku” Poetry Contest
by Tania Kitchen
Syllables checked by PS Syllable Counter
Well she got her magic nose
And she looks like the best snowman now
Though she’s brand new on the front lawn
Compared to all of the old snowmen now
But with that magic carrot
She will show all of the other snowmen how
To get a tan, tan, tan
Before all the winter snow melts away
Well she stands there all day
As the temperature keeps going up now
Without ever melting even
One of her teeny tiny snowflakes now
While other snowmen start to
Melt and look like piles put there from the truck plow
She’ll get a tan, tan, tan
Before all the winter snow melts away
Well she knew all along
That all the other’s wanted her nose now
And since they took both of her arms
There would be no way to protect herself now
But then the sun came out strong
And melted the other snow men anyhow
So she’ll get a tan, tan, tan, since the sun melted them all away
So she’ll get a tan, tan, tan, since the sun melted them all away