Fete Poems

Poetry Fete In Heaven

All stars are shining
          Sky Full of heavenly peace
           poetry in fete

Categories: fete, allegory, allusion, beauty, celebration,
Form: Haiku

Fun Fete

I got to dance with Cinderella 
And boogie with Snow White 
Under the stardust of Capella
And the fairies of night 

All those pixies beckon me to play 
Hide and seek with elves nice 
The smartest smurfs would like me to stay 
In their small paradise 

Barbie tells me my prince is waiting 
At the end

Categories: fete, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme

Spring Fete

Oh, the soft dulcet breeze of early spring,
comes in waltzing this sparkling morning.
While clear dew drops blink like diamond rings,
and singing birds begin their courting 

The wild flowers on the meadows,
start their yearly resurrection,
exhibiting their chiffon pedals;
Swaying to the warming sun’s reflection

The dew covered webs of spiders,
looking like lace on the branches,
as if they were

Categories: fete, birth, seasons, spring,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Village Fete

A glorious azure summer sky,
Triumphant with its blazing sun
Bestows the land with warmth and life
And lifts the hearts of everyone.

The Village fete is on today!
Come young and old, come rich and poor
To hear excited children laugh
To see old friends; perhaps make more…

Bright bunting in a breezy dance
Adorns each stall, gazebo, tent
And - while young Alice

Categories: fete, childhood, community, family, fun,
Form: Quatrain

San Francisco Fete - Co-Authored With Thvia Shetley

Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
 
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and wind their way through crowded city blocks.
 
Just above a

Categories: fete, places, romance, urban, city,
Form: Sonnet

Fete

Into the lane
come wind, impetuous rain.
Trees are now a threat,
gesturing wildly, angry,
promising to snap,
eager to pounce,
to crush in an embrace
of leaf and crusty bark.

The village fête, though,
is like the show:
it must go on,
it must go on.
It’s fixed in time,
it’s preordained.

Brave souls
staff the stalls and serve,
to raise the funds
to fix the roof.

Spattered souls – pulling
their cardigans

Categories: fete, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse

A Summer Fete

The children’s pet show, hoop la, bowls,
With happy laughter in the air,
The stalls of homemade jams and cakes,
And smells of hotdogs everywhere.

The Morris dancers with their bells,
A beer tent full of merry sounds,
The raffles, prizes, vicar’s speech,
Collection box that does the rounds.

Ah, such a lovely summer’s day -
Until, of course, the rain stops play!

For Lisa's

Categories: fete, growing up,
Form: Rhyme

Light On His Fete

My brother is dyslexic,
Which is a bit of a trial
And I also think he’s gay
But he’s still in Daniel

Categories: fete, funny
Form: I do not know?

Summer Fete

Windows of opportunity to drift out on the willows
A kiss lost, next to the waters’ gloss
 
More than guesses were intact
Lining up to act upon a string instrument under a sunshine star
There a sweet, sweet girl and classical guitar
 
Self-administer a sweet smell as the general public demonstrate kiss and tell
The first time sun kissed

Categories: fete, lost lovesweet, summer, kiss,
Form: I do not know?