The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.
The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.
The sky billows brilliant blue with glamour,
The ocean's coolness purifies the air,
Tempting sunbaths silently clamour
For my pale skin on the beach to bask bare.
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Contest: YOUR CHOICE o
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged:May 26th, 2025 9:49:00 PM
Placement: First
She is as majestic as the coolness of nature
Beneath which I rest on an oak tree
In a forest surrounded by various types of mushrooms
Above it are birds and squirrels
While hearths glow warm with ember’s light,
I dance beneath the pale moon’s gleam,
Where frosted breath curls in the night,
And ice-bound dreams take flight unseen.
The wind, a whispered song so bold,
It sings of stars in frozen streams,
Of silver landscapes, fierce and cold,
A world untouched by fire’s beams.
With every step, the crunching snow,
A voice that speaks to hearts like mine,
Where solitude and wonders grow,
And frozen beauty feels divine.
The Winter Solstice marks my days,
Its silent magic fills my chest,
The sacred chill, the moonlit haze,
This season feels like life’s own crest.
Though Yule and Christmas warm the soul,
The coolness calls me evermore,
To wander where the frost takes hold,
And where the northern tempests soar.
No words could cage this love so vast,
This bond with winter, fierce yet bright,
A thrill that lingers, unsurpassed,
Where cold and comfort both unite.
So let them stay by fireside glow,
With hands wrapped 'round their steaming cups,
While I embrace the ice and snow,
And drink the cold like boldest luck.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert;
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
In a moment, my soul's thirst, you quench
Away from you, my eyes I can't wrench.
Who better than you, to cool me down?
Into a smile, you always turn my frown.
You dazzle me with your bright colours
Make me jealous seeing you with others.
Though I long for you more and more
I want to take my time to explore.
The closer you come, I feel more youthly
We melt into each other, smoothly.
By refreshing my body and mind
You help me get through my daily grind.
Of sharing you, I wouldn't even dream -
After all, who can share their ice cream.
I looked at the curve
The coloration
The cool fullness of your smile
Imprinted upon the walls of my mind, and
I find you standing still
Like that misty morning, when
I in silence walked, thinking of home.
You spoke, as in a song, soothing
Warm, sun kissed -
I've never known such bliss
Soft as fresh breath
Pure, as prelude to spring.
I look at you, and gratitude touches me.
*
lo, the coolness sees
the warmness of summers breeze
comforts all of me
posed calming moonrise
moist mystic misty mornings
awaking me
O' Lord my God chose
chooses me and the mid-morning
breeze breathing in me
comforts all of me
the wind blows of summers breeze
ah! does coolness sees/center>
9/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Which one can muster?
now?
lines
red, blue, black ... in colours
oblivions?
always same
metamorphosis
like a shepherd of one sheep
who has colours
to brush it to consternation
if out of one thousand
brushes
a light to be absorbed
may be only forty six and seven
or indigo
poets are scarce today
because nothing succour
is honey here
safe perhaps, locomotions
twisted how?.
F-ine
L-ife
O-bviously
R-eopens
Y-our
B-eacon
U-sing
S-unny
C-oolness
A-round
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of Flory B. Buscay (August 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
F-ineness
E-rases
M-ist
A-nd
R-ain
I-n
E-ffulgence
E-ndorsing
S-ublime
C-oolness
O-f
B-eacon
A-nd
L-ight
Topic: Birthday of Fe Marie M. Escobal (August 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The weather cool and refreshing,
Spring is awakening slowly.
The walks postponed for a while,
Until the weather is dreamy warm.
The buds on the trees will appear slowly,
Unfolding and revealing their true shape and color.
The flowers on the the magnolia tree can be seen,
Blossoming and beautiful on our parents lawn.
Many beautiful days there,
The crocuses and lilies sprout through the snow.
The beautiful house surrounded by spring,
A picture of happiness with our relatives.
Birds can be heard chirping and delighting us with their presence,
The cardinal and the blue jay could be seen.
Spring comes every year, a season to look forward to,
Kites fly in the sky on a windy day.
Roller skaters can be seen,
Weaving in and out of the proletariat.
When the weather is warmer,
Picinics with parents and children can be seen.
God blesses us with this season,
Each year and I am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
M-use
I-n
C-oolness
H-as
E-mployed
L-ovely
L-ine
E-xpressing
H-eavenly
I-mpressive
C-onnotation
A-bout
R-ighteous
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Michelle A. Hicaro (July 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-nother
R-ainy
C-hilling
H-aze
A-voids
N-ew
G-low
E-vading
L-ucid
C-oolness
A-s
L-uminous
M-orn
A-bates
T-wilight
E-rasing
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Archangel Calmateo (December 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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