And then sun proves
its mettle. Its warm rays hit
neighborhoods, forests and all
at enlarged angle of impingement.
Brightness and heat return
to maximize uplift of moods.
Energy is injected into lives
that had been lethargic.
They expose their busts and limps
and walk, skip, run and
swim in celebration of life.
Jamborees on grass and floors!
Backpackers arrive at toes
of cliffs, and some are crazy
enough to trust springy ropes
to swing in bungy jumps.
Inhibition decay in the summer
as heat warms and over burns at times.
some runners overstretch
and collapse in a heap with
exhaustion promoted by heat.
The sun darkens some folks
to decrease color differences
on display on the beaches.
Nature chimes in with winds
and grumbling as thunder.
occasionally, it relieves the
heat with showers and rain
that falls in torrents.
It sends hailstones to curb excesses.
it is summer time above
the equation, and migratory
birds and folks with cash
from the other half will also
come to join the regionals
here to shout and jerk in play.
It isn’t the big celebrations,
Enormous dinners or huge gifts.
Parties never rouse foundations,
Jamborees or festivals.
It isn’t the life-sized creations,
Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs.
It’s the little things, a gentle expression,
When hearts meet in the deserts,
When dreamers discover their profession,
When simple reaches into the heart,
Pulls out a feeling, an impression,
The beautiful that inspires the light.
It isn’t in the impressive,
When a life gets made –
It’s in the thoughts, so obsessive…
Which bring feelings we want to save!
yarrow jamboree is five syllables
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Summer Jamboree
summer jubilee
carnival spun in saffron ~
long lemonade days
fields of sunflowers
glow like golden ocean waves ~
summer fiesta
black-eyed susans spread
into arid wilderness ~
highway troubadours
drops of sunlight in
meadows of dandelions ~
festivals of gold
butterscotch daisies
shout sunny salutations ~
topaz tapestries
yellow shooting stars
twilight columbine galas ~
lupine lemon drops
valley vistas glow
like chalices of sunshine ~
yarrow jamborees
Let us go to Amusement Parks
To lay new sorrows on their feet:
With sighs show sorrows’ tiger marks
And have them make sad stories sweet…
Let us go to Amusement Parks
For more exciting ways to greet
Keep asked appointment with the Clarkes
And dare to Melancholy beat…
Let us go to Amusement Parks
To streaming tears finally dry,
Like clashing wires let out sparks
Though pockets they might at last dry…
Let us go to Amusement Parks
To loved Jamborees of old try:
Happy Dogs imitate their barks
While chefs of the parks our fish fry!
LOVE
There is a question and thought
Running in my thinking lane
It's a thought from Maggie
I know love is real it's not magic
What can you say about Bonny and Clyde
Two thieves bound in a thing called love
Will you laugh or cry about the Titanic
Tell me did it sink with love?
I heard love lives in families
Tell me more about Romeo and Juliet
A tale we listen and wish it's no jamborees
Love is a feelings not taped on cassette
We know a verse like this
For God so love the world
For His son to die like this
This is love we look forward
Ask a breastfeeding mother what is love
The smile from her face as the child suck on
Or give a troubled soul peace like a dove
You know what love is as life goes on
What is love if not care
The sacrifice which goes unheard
The patience and selflessness
All this makes love so clear.
Dedicated to Maggie,I feel happy having you to read my poems and giving me listening ears.Thank you and God bless you.
8/26/16
It's not always easy to hit the mark with what you'd like to orchestrate
Certain materials beginning to corrugate
Meanwhile not everything is able to correlate
How can I believe?
If it's something I haven't seen?
Across the lands and seas
People having jamborees
Near and far from areas with Chimpanzees
Past expiration date foods and liquids will eventually turn bad
Anywhere across the Earth lands
If you work hard enough, and make mistakes then you just may experience things first hand
But never let that stop you from trying to learn as much you can
Trends come and go
Tread carefully and with dexterity around any undertow
Realize we're not getting any younger so
Might as well let your true colors show
By: Dalton Ogletree
Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl
So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks
Unruly neighbor holding night long juice jointed jamborees
Where alcohol steams the atmosphere with its truth venom
Inhaling vapours that create this courage that carries cowards
Yes I will blink, sleep deprived laborer courting reluctant pens
Refusing to yield hidden gems and buried treasures like jade
And tanzanite blue rhythms that accompany melodies and dirges
Legend has it that only the cry of the lion is met with sympathy
That of the lamb actions firing coals and flaring wood piles
Eager to consume flesh of the flesh returning it to the soil
Crosses are only temporary and sting in Easter
If carried by the many Simons that dot our unholy lives
Mother was the first and most enduring taken for granted
Only Gecko’s know the patient denuding effects of focus
Turning this pages that refuse to yield riches
And daily only seem to offer me
The menses of aborted dreams
Barn’s beauty doth now seem out of place
Holding but memories of someone’s page
Lone relic image of the days gone by
Of many tears, fears, trouble and toil
Perhaps joys of many jamborees
The echoes of the times would remember
All the whole wide world be but a stage
A personal enigma of life's phase
A barn’s image of many days gone by
Left but mysteries of life’s rehearsal
The sacredness of human essence be gone
Gone from mortal view, but not forgotten
Held securely of Cosmic consciousness
In the master field of sacred memory!!
“Relics and Memories”
Lone relic image of the days gone by,
Of many tears, fears, trouble and toil,
Depressions, obsessions and blessings,
Perhaps simple children and castor oil!
The joys of the many jamborees,
The echoes of the times would remember,
One of the most favorite comes to mind,
All the Christmases in each December.
Barn’s beautiful face , now seems out of place,
All the whole wide world be but a stage,
As was this humble red barn in the field,
Holding but memories of someone’s page.
A personal enigma of life phase,
Even the Coca Cola commercial,
Be mere relic of many days gone by,
These but mysteries of life’s rehearsal.
Though many days gone the human essence,
Their presences be gone, but not forgotten,
Held securely in Cosmic consciousness,
Para-normal fields of Master’s white cotton.
I passed this way so many days
and wondered on the by way;
who had opened, what had filled
the gap within the shed's bay.
The opening small in the wall
at once so spare and luring,
like crooked teeth in gap toothed maw
now held field mice burrowing.
Barn boards of red formed a strange bed
for ripe feed of golden maze,
and the cedar shingles sheltered
the bounty of by gone days.
The farm was gone, no children born
to pass their day time in play.
Just bitter sweet and memories
and old corn cobs which strayed.
Yet here it stands, as I pass by,
and softly recalls for me;
The true joy of by-gone laughter
and autumn jamborees.
All that was once America,
the farm, the land and the free.
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