Whenever a hazy sun sets
behind some somber clouds
and a lazy breeze moans
through the grassy plains,
You go out looking for me
and find me nowhere,
Just recall those days of yore
when we were ever together
blissfully lost in each other’s arms
beside some sprightly stream…
Yield not to dark despair, dear
I am just a thought away.
When a gust of whimsical wind
flirts with your tresses and
caresses your fair skin,
When a whiff of fragrance
arouses your longing,
When the balmy rays of sun
warms the cockles of your heart,
Though I may not be beside you now…
Take heart, my love
I am just a thought away.
Even though I have to
sail forth for the yonder shore
and the distance tears us apart,
Just summon those fond memories
of the days we left behind…
For I am just a thought away.
~Contest: A Lovely Memory
~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh.
Oysters jump at an opportunity to die
To be eaten before the tide comes rising
Directly from the sea before the shell
Before the dawn begins to smell of day
In the raw, in the sand, in good company
Is best when frolicking by the happy sea
The pretty girl comes dancing in
In curls of golden locks that spring
Wind fills her dress and mind of hollow
She sings merrily of imaginary beings
From the docks she takes her basket
Full of emptiness for idiots like you
Down winding streets goes Daisy tip toe
Pronouncing words unknown to her
That have meaning only to the lunatics
Lost souls on narrow streets who like to eat
It is a perfect time to sell her wears
A litany of exotic goods on sale
Barked out loud to catch the near by ear
“Hot breads and pies fresh off the fire
To warm the cockles of your heart”
But there’s nothing in the basket but fresh air
Is there a crime or misdemeanor on the streets?
“Fresh baked on the morrow” screamed
But tomorrow never comes it seems
Farewell Summer Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
9 September 2019
Ahhh my favorite subject
But sadly for me you can not miss
what you never had
When exactly was it Summer
Those 3 decent day's in June
Summer is now officially over
Autumn is here the month September
And the Clocks are due to go back
next month end of October
And all there is to look forward to
Is another desolate Winter
In the hope next year will be better
secretly you know it probably won't
Just another sorrowful Farewell
Much like loosing a loved 1
But less fair
Nothing positive or nice about
Autumn or Winter
It's hard to Picnic after Summer
It takes far 2 many layers of clothing
And it's hard to keep the food warm
Only upside i can possibly think of
Is deciding what to put in the hip flask
To warm the cockles of your heart
When the wind the leaves are a blowing
Your hands and feet are both cold through
And you long to be sat in front of a log fire
Wishing you were saying
Farewell Winter
Not
Farewell Summer
Once pierced by Cupid's arrow,
love's the only thing you feel.
For Hope banishes all pain
to the fringes of real.
As euphoria floods in,
sparks spontaneously start.
And a warm sensation stirs;
in the cockles of your heart.
Forged upon desire's anvil;
fantasies burn hot as coal.
And tides of hope surge and ebb;
in a lonely heart and soul.
Freed by the passage of time;
anxieties drift away.
And though love levies a toll,
it's one that hearts gladly pay.
Ugly noises A La Carte...
Hick ups, Belches and worse than those.
Some; warm the cockles of your heart,
and singe the hair in your nose.
Pickled eggs and beer, the eve before
never mix with office politics.
The “Silent But Deadly” fog over the floor
has never been re-created in flicks.
You feel the effects of silent explosion,
while eyes water, and paint peeling commences.
Then comes the tale telling erosion,
in conversation and confusion of senses.
Consider the loner who walks the hall
and turns to make sure no one is present.
Then hikes one hip, bounces one off the wall,
and laughs for leaving something unpleasant.
© Apr 3 2010