Best Sunny Poems
POTD 20 Dec 2018
Like sand in an hour glass
Time moves so fast
A precious commodity
Not meant to last
Measured in hours
Minutes unfold
Time waits for no man
So I’ve been told
Facing my demons
Refusing to stagnate or rust
Releasing my fate to all that I trust
I observe my negativity
turn into dust
Kookaburras laugh and the Magpies flute
along to the strings of an imaginary lute
In wild abandon my Spirit I bare
the untamed wind blows my hair
My bright yellow dress matches the Sun
A New Phase has now begun
Footnote
There is a time for hellos and time for goodbyes and I feel this is my time now to do just that.
To all my poetic friends who have supported me on my poetic journey, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Keep writing your wonderful words, you have been an inspiration. I have made many good friendships here, ones that I will always value and appreciate.
Let me take this opportunity to wish all my fellow poets on PS
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A BRIGHT AND WONDERFUL 2019
POTD 20 Dec 2018
The Summer sun shimmered upon the lake.
Sunny-side up, the sky, the brightest soak.
Its reflection - a breathing space intake.
Stay on the path for its easy, light yolk.
The darker side, with two-sail boat, deep sighs.
In awe of ebb and flow, in Spirit’s glide.
In the shadow of God, in morning rise,
before your chores call you - a soothing ride.
Serenity is deep and wide. A smile
of warmth before the Fall. Glass eyes glisten.
Your heart, is calm, in solitude. Do wile
away the day, to soothing splash. Listen…
Lax days, upon the sea and sky, compose.
You hide in God’s glory - swaddled shadows.
Crayola’s sunny child, I’m Yellow.
Take me from the box and I’ll
giggle like a lemon Jello-O.
That is just the Yellow style.
Press me gently and I will
give hue to butterflies and sun.
I’ll brighten up the daffodil,
for I am light and joy and fun.
Later, let’s do happy faces.
Use my friend “Black” for a while.
First he colors eyes, then traces
on each happy face a smile!
With Black’s help, a bumblebee
is suitable for me to do.
But never would I color sea
because I’m simply never blue!
I’ll put a moon’s glow to dark night
because I am so mellow.
I’m honey blonde and pure delight.
Crayola’s sunny child, I’m Yellow.
For Linda-Marie's "I Am A Crayon Color" contest
Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze,
Sonnet number VI of XII
Barefoot and walking white beach sands
waves meeting shore gentle splashing
Sandcastles built, kids busy hands
all about, their bright smiles flashing
Beauty of Life, this glowing scene
peaceful calm enters eager soul
Seeking more, those rambunctious teens
yet unaware of world's great toll
Feeling cool winds, deep need to pray
for this dear happiness will flee
Ask God's love, be blessed to stay
with full faith in the trinity
Earth's porch, looking into abyss
Humanity begs more of this.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2019
original June 15th, 1989
Sonnet in eights.. ( Earth, Mankind And Deeper Thought)
Note: Brought from my private journal.
Today seemed a good day to give it new life and light...
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
Being of sound mind and body, this dude
Bequeaths his soul to help those who've come unglued
The world needs more giggles
And more positive signals
For a better world to emerge with a new attitude
Whose got the money honey?
Raining debt is just not fun
Have you got the money honey?
Rebecca's farm no longer sunny.
Whose got the money honey?
Could it be the Easter bunny?
Whose got the money honey?
She lures every body’s attention with her sunny charm
and her radiant skin that dazzles bright like golden rays.
Emblazoned with vibrant colors of fiery summer sun,
her gorgeous silhouette surges her grace and elegance.
Vivacious nature of her lights up every gathering
as she fully mirrors the pizzazz of a sunny day.
Everyone wants to playfully bask in her glowing warmth
while she gently sways with her inevitable presence.
She is abundantly gracious in spreading love and joy
as if she's in charge to animate life itself with fun.
A bright symbol of awakening for sharing the light
that she seeks out to be enriched with spiritual brilliance.
Flower of sun she is for dispelling the shades of grey
with her vibrancy fades away all clouds of depression.
Date: 04/02/2017
Photo: RIVERVIEW AMUSEMENT PARK
~POSTED BY MY GUARDIAN ANGEL~
We were just kids in silken ribbons and braids,
Playing cut-outs in Chicago's summers toasty shade.
The clanging streetcars ran in front of our homes.
Who cared, we were licking delicious ice cream cones!
There was no such scare as " sugar is evil."
Anymore than the chance, that we'd find an intrepid boll weevil.
There was no TV till we were a tad older.
But we went to movies every Saturday and laughed so hard that
we cried on each others shoulders.
We shopped at Woolworth's Dime Stores.
Bought "Blue Waltz" cologne and little lockets, girls our age adored.
The big treat was going to magical Riverview Amusement Park,
The alchemy of the stars made it totally magic.....after dark.
Swimming back in the oceans of my heart's time,
I see how God blessed me to read books and learn how to rhyme.
Mom and Dad bought me many books.
I had a roll top desk, such a lovely, bright wooden look.
We loved saddle shoes, boy were they cool.
We'd sit and polish them,so lovely,we would drool.
We sat on the stoops and watched men in uniform, go to war.
Some sadly, with our tears, we saw their blue eyes no more.
On your back porch we sat on the great family swing.
Hearing songs and stories-the essence of my past,is so overpowering!
10/31/2020
Tribute to Joanie, my best friend since age seven!
Thanks for decades of memories!
Love, Panagiota
Having left the company
of surprisingly easy difficulties,
I had dismayed at the fools,
eased through the shallows
and been thoughtfully left behind.
Having done with the fools
and the shallows
and the thoughtful leaving behind,
I returned to the company
of unsurprisingly difficult faces
in a place I knew to look.
I reconciled to the judges.
They would not reconcile to me.
This is the truth of kin,
I at once told myself,
but some kin are better pleased,
thank God one of them
was better pleased,
and thank God - God forgive me ! -
the last was not there at all !
I hurriedly turned to leave
(one out of three would do).
Did I return to the shallows
or vanish into the deep ?
16th August 2020
"It is Sunny" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques".
It is sunny,
It is sunny.
I am glad!
I am glad!
Lookin' at those gray skies,
Lookin' at those gray skies,
Made me sad,
Made me sad.
Bonus activity: Ask children how they feel weather affects their moods. Do they feel
cheerful on sunny days? Sad on rainy days? How do they feel when it's snowing?
Susie Smith spent several summers swimming salty seas
Surfing seemed safer than slippery slopes on snow skis
Until susie was swiftly swallowed by swells of super size
and several sand sharks startled her in a shocked surprise
Susie Smith still spends sunny summers on sandy shores
shooing away seagulls that steal her scrumptious smores
Susie searches for sea shells and starfish in shallow shoals
squealing as sudden summer squalls soak her as she strolls
December 30, 2020
Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsored by: Joe Sandler
Out by the big yellow buoy
I trod water for a few minutes,
longer than I'd have liked,
alone in the company of friends
who may have been alone too.
When we returned to shore,
I returned gladly -
always so gladly, every damn time ! -
counted my limbs to be sure.
I left at least one woman there,
at least one of them left me.
We left each other there,
on the rocks, or on the catwalk,
or somewhere nice nearby.
Of one, I quickly knew
we'd have ruined each other;
I could offer no worship,
another knew in time.
Who saw what, how,
on that beautiful, dire morning
that the spry old lady was taken ?
Did the water swell beneath her
a glance before she was devoured ?
Perhaps those jaws
happened on her with less warning.
Regardless, I counted my limbs;
the spry old lady won't.
14th August 2020
Love is like sunshine, cheers you up each day,
The smiles and hugs between friends.
A friend's sunny disposition,
Destined to be a good companion.
When you are surrounded by caring friends,
You are all set to have a sunny day.
When a handsome prince guests,
You respond positively and friendly,
What is this magic called love and kindness,
God's sunshine on a cloudy day.
Stop and thank God for his friendship,
What a clever disguise is his.
Sunny days with God and companions,
I am simply thankful to the Lord.
Author: Gwen von ERlach Schutz
Bright Sunny Rays, Sent This Soul Into Glee
I woke that clear morn in dew laden grass,
Still dreaming, of night's paradise before.
Our Love had flown away, from its impasse,
I was broken deeply within my core.
Yet new dawn and hope grabbed me by the hand
Cried out, do not let her just slip away
You're worthless, unless you now take a stand
Seek her, else bear pain til your dying day
Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee
I am hers, and she is meant for me
Off to her distant place my new-heart raced
Soon would be joy, sweet dreams there born anew
Let die, angry words that had her disgraced
For Love, she must give mercy that was due
Love, can not falter if its heart is right
She saw me coming, raced forth with a grin
Her dancing glow, such a heavenly sight
Saying again, our Love vows til the end
Bright sunny rays, sent this soul into glee
I am hers, and she is meant for me
Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2017
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Words: 162
Note- Old poem from the mid-70's.
Heavily edited today and now presented.