Long Seasonsday Poems
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Independence Day has come and gone....
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost,
vast over the Riverside Park
In the still, early dawn, that now murmurs like a whisper...
Where evening throngs and
voices of oohs and aahhs were heard just hours before...
Where excited eyes glistened and reflected a night's sky alive with fire
A solemn morning of chattering squirrels
remain the only sign of life
as they nibble on pieces of hot dogs, or popcorn hiding in the grass
Morning air is cool and damp
Park benches, a bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and a playground
abandoned, barren and lonely...
The day appears to be wearing mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
spent sparklers, fire crackers, one lone sneaker....
Where hours ago, radios played, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering,
deafening man-made thunder made babies cry,
dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now there sprawls a silent, somber dawn
The only music in early morning light...
comes from a slight breeze that stirs
a tossed Pepsi paper cup
as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...
hopping among the dried, brown leaves down an empty sidewalk....
We had missed five days in
The last two weeks
Due to the ice and snow.
Roads and streets had been impassable—
Freezing rain, blowing snow and black ice.
We started the day late at 10 am.
I greeted them at the doors—
Worried about attendance.
But, ninety-five percent made it.
Fantastic!
They were wrapped in hooded jackets
And wore toboggans with rainbow colors.
Mothers had stuffed them with oatmeal,
Hotcakes and sausage.
One carried chocolate milk
And powdered sugar donuts,
Along with tousled hair and a big smile.
I was glad they made it.
We didn’t need to lose another
Day of instruction.
The day went smoothly, too.
In spite of the frigid cold that pushed
The mercury down to two degrees.
Frozen feet tracked salted snow
Onto brightly buffed tiles.
One carried an icicle two foot long—
I convinced him it would keep outside.
Then came lunch.
The short day was ready made for
Corn dogs and sloppy Joes—
A menu that might have been invented
By kindergarteners.
But they hardly touched either one.
Today they served
Golden Meadow Orange Dream Bars—
A dessert that was surely made in Heaven.
Ice cream on the coldest day of the year.
And the February freeze was forgotten.
The orange circled smiles of kinders
Beamed a warmth from within,
Making the remainder of the day brighter,
Marking an end to winter.
In the brightness of summer’s daylight,
the luminous star warms the world with constant rays.
Allowing the new day to come to life,
by bringing the precious gift of life to each new day.
Summer’s day always ends with satisfied sighs,
allowing each day to be better than the last.
Resulting in none other than a daily high,
made by nothing but good times and pure laughs.
A spell is cast on those in Summer’s wave,
forcing optimism in everyone in its wide path.
As if happiness flows from within Summer’s rays,
a joy that is so great no one can try to force back.
On warmed days such as this,
I find it easy to say the world is in an inevitable bliss.
Full of interesting awe inspiring twists,
such as an unexpected Summer love’s first kiss.
Truly nothing compares to the warmth of Summer’s daylight,
Except that of the sheer incomprehensible delight,
That is none other than a true Summer Night.
There is nothing like Summer’s Darkness,
the beautiful Moon revealing itself against the sparkled sky.
To often has the injustice been witnessed,
That a mere diamond in the sky, to truly detail, is fairly shy.
Nights still warmed from the bright day passed,
Left over from the Sun’s constant heated beat.
Quietly sitting on a sunset painted path,
Watching the Moon take over right at the Sun’s feet.
Seasons change before our eyes every year. It's like time's moving faster than we thought.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter have been a part of God's work and the work of Mother
Nature since the day He created the Earth and the solar system. Spring time comes at the
beginning, and flowers are blooming, leaves are growing on trees, and the sun's out each
day after day after day. Summer's next after spring; everybody's going to have a good
time. We'll have hot weather and mild weather day and night, especially when it's 98.6
degrees outside. For the fall, temperatures starting to drop. The leaves are dead, there's
pumpkins to get for Halloween and Thanksgiving Day, and it's the time for people to be
drinking a lot of cider. And the last season of the year is winter. Ice flakes are falling
from the sky, the homes, buildings, and the streets are covered with snow, and schools and
businesses are closed. People are building a lot of snowmen, building ice sculptures, and
finding true love. And also, it's a good time for people to have been drinking some hot
cocoa and gather around the fireplace. Seasons change for a good reason. That's what makes
the world go around and around, even to this day. And if these seasons keep changing every
year after year after year, there's no telling what might happen next.
I can smell the fresh mint,
In the fields by the pond,
I can see your shining face,
Your hair bleached to blonde.
The water dancing on your skin,
As we swam the day away,
The clouds we watched passing by,
As we lay on our backs that day.
Nighttime again,
And the stars like jewels in the sky,
No sooner had we fallen asleep,
The night had passed us by.
Bright sunshine is cast into the room,
A new day had begun,
Already my mind was thinking,
What there had to be done.
I would watch you dance,
With a ribbon in your hair,
Your movements smooth and graceful,
As you twirled through the air.
It is in a dream world,
That we have become friends,
The world around us falls apart,
But our happiness never ends.
I hope the years will be kind,
When I have to leave this place,
But I will always remember,
The sweet smile on your face.
We have shared timeless youth,
In the fields by the pond,
I can see your shining face,
Your hair bleached to blonde.
warm, the early dawn begins
swarm of honey bees on bouquets of wild flower
mourn as sunlight erases the dew
adorn the coming day with skies of blue
with eager emotions I rise up early
this day to conquer, feeling squirrelly
miss the moment, I not dare
kiss the day good morning!
low temperature begins the day
go mow the blades of grass
no excuse to stay inside
blow softly on a cup of Jo'
one moment to read my daily word
fun is soon to follow
sun glistens in the East
run into this day and all to follow
clouds will come as morning's past
shrouds of gray and white alas
loud claps of thunder, flashes of light
proud to feel summer's heat retreat
summer's warmth
Lento Poetry contest~Rick Parise