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Summer Place
A song crept into my soul today riding on the summer wind
Then peeked into my summer place closed for many seasons -
Windows shuttered standing on a grassy knoll
Whitewashed in the morning melody at the waters edge -
Waiting - held in time - face unchanging;
I forgot how I loved to sit
Upon the wysteriaed porch in wicker chairs painted white
To smell the elfin roses reaching for the trellis tops
As summer heavy hangs upon the railing
While a frisky breeze
Hop skips
Across the harbor leaving diamonds in it's footsteps
On the waters
And opens up the wide front door,
Decorated with a flowered wreath,
Inviting welcome to my summer place,
Warmed by summer's enduring caress;
The wide front room filled with bits of yellowed lace,
A fragile nautilus,
Daphne pressed between old diary pages,
Haunting songs of summers past, antique keys
And faded photographs;
I take the album in my hands sitting upon the fragrant porch,
Arms around my knees, tabby kitten by my side,
To watch the games and songs
And friends
Unfold their images across the lawn -
Children playing in the sand at the waters edge,
Voices lifted in the sunlight -
Here, I can touch their hands again,
Look into their eyes
And see our laughter fill the afternoon;
We return from play
Young women,
Dressed in cool white linen,
Sun touched hair bound in flowing ribbons
Enfolded in the breezy twilight on the porch
To feast on summer peaches and gaze across the water
With eyes enchanted by the gathering lights
Twinkling in the dusk -
The first bright stars of evening rising on the darkened air
Whispering of the future borning,
Blessed by the crickets chirping serenade -,
Till I would stand
Alone
Upon the empty porch tightly holding in my arms
Roses,
Red and white
Pink and lavender,
Yellow, crimson, orange and ivory and blue,
Their new perfume ever filling
The quiet rooms of my summer place
Until the golden moon slowly closes the white front door
Putting the key into its place,
Leading me upon the sandy path
To morning
Painting blush upon the sky,
When the summer wind
Whispers
Of a summer place.
Pulgar De Capo< who wrote the lyrics
I heard he was scared to use his active card
due to it's name.:per diem, or diurnal. He
bought a new guitar and meet up with his
tour manager to discuss changing the way
his tour would be funded. He saw his success
in music as being more modern. "Man I aint riding
no horse from town to town. " We can get a tour bus
have an onboard Cusine Specalist, excercise goon : and a vocal coach.
The drummer, the gutairist and the pianist and keyboard
operate can share the ride with me
save the money and just deal with
tryna be freinds in the end!"
They toured the nation and did some gigs in Mexico and Canada. They bought a manion on Baja Pennensula: there they meet up with
Opera Gig masters.
"That Disco type stuff is new. We founded New-Wave Groove" a new way of jamming and creating
soothing groove minded music!" we love the New Type "Cool Grooves" that wicked Funky Cool Stuff"
Pulgar Mannticc
guitar palyer
for
Manntic Live
"I ponder my life of multi-coloured hues in every snowflake I behold.." (By Poet)
Magnificent Willow stands in silent prayer, calm and composed,
so does the unruffled Evergreen, stretching its arms in thankfulness,
decked with shimmering snow-pellets, gleaming and glistening
as the countless stars are -in absolute harmony of the magnanimous
cosmos ~ majestic jewellery adorned.
I glimpse through the hazy window-panes, world around me
dazzling with shiny snow ~reminiscences of many delightful days
roll through my thoughts ~ an open album of heartfelt memories! of boxes, ribbons and golden bows, sprinkles, silver bells...embellished with love ~
A tranquil, serene night, mesmerizing snow,
falling uninterrupted, unhindered, envelop the entire universe around me.
I ponder my life of multi-coloured hues in every snowflake I behold,
the inspiring dreams, the fervent hopes, the intense ebullience -
for ever crystallized.
Edited on January 11, 2022
For "Winter Wonders Within Nature" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
Edited from my Poem "In Every Snowflake I Behold"
FIRST PLACE
For "Winter Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB BRUL
FIRST PLACE
Where is your God?
Will someone tell me; (O please tell me)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
Is He lurking behind the trees;
Or is He searching for me;
Where is you God?
Will someone tell me; ( I'm searching)
Where is your God?
will somebody tell me;
I just want to right now, see. . .
How is He going to find me;
I got to know right now;
Is He in the air I breathe;
or is He lurking behind the trees;
or is He searching for me;
I just want to know right now;
How is He going to be;
Where is your God;
Written by James Edward Lee (c)1974
(from the "All Alone" demo album Sound Recorders/Corinthian Record Company July 1974)
Inspired by Glenn Hughes - So Much Love to Give
Album - L.A. Blues Authority Volume II
Rest weary soul, let worries take their flight,
Within my arms, find solace in the night.
I'll shield you from the shadows, hold you tight,
And whisper love's sweet song, a guiding light.
Let weary thoughts dissolve like morning mist,
Let burdens fade, and joy in you persist.
I'll bring the water, life's sweet, healing kiss,
To quench your thirst and bring you back to bliss.
My love's a well, deep, endless, and sincere,
To nourish you, to banish every fear.
Let me kiss you again, and draw you near,
To share this life, my love, my heart, my dear.
What will be, will be, let fate take its hold,
But in this moment, love's story unfolds.
I'll cherish every beat, every story told,
In this embrace, where love forever holds.
My life, your life, entwined in love's embrace,
A symphony of souls, in time and space.
And I'll give all I have, with love's sweet grace,
For you, my love, in this sacred space.
Oh, why can it be, such love you bestow,
A gift so grand, a treasure to behold?
Thank you, my love, for loving me so,
For giving me life, your heart's love to flow.
My love for you, a river deep and wide,
A boundless ocean, with love as the tide.
Let's navigate this journey side by side,
In this love's embrace, let our futures abide.
So much, so much, my love, I have to give,
From the depths of my soul, my love will live.
Talk to me, my love, let our souls connive,
In this love's embrace, let our spirits thrive.
8/23/2024
Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Now I’m starting to write
While listening to this music
Have so many realizations
About this relationship I’m on
Now my lover is not in my side
Far away from my arms
Wishing he’ll come back
Where we’ll fill our hearts in love
In a lonely hour I’m sitting
I hate this feeling sinking in
As it matches the lyrics of song
Think I have a strange feel that
My heart is singing along…
Starting to recall the wind blow
We widened our hands and
Pretended that we’re fluttering in
the breeze where there’s much of love
Our stolen kisses where we’re
surrounded by glittered water
I can clearly remember
Made me smile all out with the song
Sitting in the corner
I’m writing this poem
Wish that he’ll come back and
kiss my obvious longingness
Now the song is over
The melody gradually stops
The feeling now that sinks in
I’m missing him more as he does
Come Back Be Here by Taylor Swift
A track from her album RED
THE GALLERY
Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome
Tearing the heartstring in two
And in my mind, strange topics pop up again
Without your love in my life
I don’t know what I would do…
On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone
To pick up all of the little pieces
Build a picture perfect puzzle out of nothing
But four walls as a frame that I am supposed to hang
Trying to change my life while my world changes around me
Mixed priorities linger in my mind
Live for myself, live for everybody else
Constant turmoil as we pass through time together
Depth of thought for me serves as prayer
To our God or my God in my eyes
I seldom ask for more than reasons why things happen
To understand and know He hears my cries
Snapshots in a photo album, memories in my mind
Like episodes in syndication over and over again
A constant circle of events repeating through my life
Were the lessons ever learned or does the lesson never end
Look, gaze into the four walls at how much lies inside
See how much things have to change
Hanging on the walls are scars left from all the pain
And though I try to put it in the past
Most of it remains; in The Gallery
Sky album opens
as day dawns
displaying
color spectrum
changing colors
from morn to noon
then noon to afternoon
till evening merging
to night
spreading tapestry
of turquoise sky
embedded with
sparkling spangles
of twinkling stars.
Front cover of fresh sunrays,
intermittent pages
controlled by dazzling sun
on day dreams
rolling rippling
slipping to calm quiet
serenity of evening
to be twined with
charcoal night
showing back cover
as day is over.
She was looking into her album.
Perhaps, She would write a story for herself.
A moment for a little adventure.
Reality is a platform to live and breathe.
And imagination is a doorway to relief.
She needed relief, for her tired mind and body.
She needed a scope for imagination.
“A picture would give you a story.
Think in a relaxed way,
you do not have to judge anything,
You do not have to come up with
A fabricated picture of how grandiose and verbose a creative piece could be.
Just think through it. “
That was the best suggestion that she could provide herself.
The First Picture
It was holding a forest with the sister lake with close intimacy.
A narrow path went straight
across the greenery,
Beyond the vast horizon, there were shadows of mountains,
And clouded mountaintops.
What do you see? She whispered to herself.
And she wrote the first word
Silence.
The Second Picture
It was of an interesting subject, a beautiful deer. A brown deer with white spots on the body.
The picture had the deer looking straight at the photographer, but she did not return any stare.
A gentle, innocent look.A gentle, innocent look of a deer.
She wrote the second word
Innocence.
The Third Picture
Two strong horses.They were grazing on a field .
Not a voluptuous moment though. Two strong horses on their own.
She wrote the third word
Strength.
The Fourth Picture
It was a piece of greenery with an isolated, lonely house.
The yellow vast field could be monotonous, but it is not.
Rather it was making the house more isolated, lonelier.
And she wrote the fourth word
Solitude.
The Fifth Picture
It was the last picture. A hazy sun in a clouded morning sky.
A greenery with a heartfelt warmth, A new day, a new beginning,
She wrote her final word
Magnanimity.
Will you try to be?
She whispered to herself,
She could only hear her own voice , returning back.
When Sgt. Pepper hit the air
The world sure paid attention -
Forty-nine long years ago,
A fact that’s worth a mention.
For Beatles fans it was a shock
To see how they’d evolved
And people looked for clues like they were
Puzzles to be solved.
We learned the songs and listened for
Some evidence of drugs
Reflected in the lyrics;
Those more hip replied with shrugs.
The music ushered in a time
When all the status quo
Was shaken to the core by those
Just going with the flow.
To me, this album represents
The 60’s crystallized;
Horizons were expanding,
Both exalted and despised.
But those of us who rode the wave,
Excited by the new,
Realized Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Came right on cue.