Long Summer Poems
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Silky curtains gleam in sunlight
Gone the night!
Then, clear blue summer sky
Make winter memories fly.
Glowing reflections of stained glass,
Crystal pieces of rainbow pass.
All move, change and flow.
Pulsating life and gree sprouts grow.
Spring's powerful nature
Creates, inspires and we conjure;
We laugh at silly things,
The church bell has how many rings?
Time to wander and to ponder
Like how to spell laugh , we wonder?
Where's the "f" at the end?
And the tiny flowers we tend.
So on and on in time and weakness
Growing in patience and meekness,
Going back to the basics of "us".
We remember God and stop the fuss!
Regardless of health or of weather,
Our resolve to the stars we tether.
Steady in the tide
He is our only Guide,
Stronger than any opiate,
Teaching us the propriate,
Wise, prayerful, and loving Way.
Through times in His peace we stay.
There are many secrets tucked
Carefully away at the North Pole;
Santa hides them on purpose, so
You’ll never find them.
Things like the special camera
He uses to check on children, so he
Knows who’s been bad or good.
Then there’s the mind reading
Machine; he can use it to see what
You want; just in case you forgot to,
Write a letter or visit him at a mall.
I know, I’ve seen him going into his secret room to use them, when I vacationed there, one hot summer.
He keeps spare sleigh parts in a room
Under the ground, just Outside of his shop;
The only elf who knows about it,
Has been sworn to secrecy. He rarely has
To have any parts, over-nighted.
The last secret is very heavily guarded by his reindeer; so heavily guarded that, I couldn’t even bribe them to tell me what it is but, I think it has something to do with outer space. I did see a half-burned letter in his fireplace, from the Milky Way. (Is Santa an alien from some other planet?) Oh well, if he is then Aliens must be friendly because Santa is.
NORDIC ECSTASY
You asked me a question, a nostalgic one
Where I was in the seventies
I was in the land of the midnight sun
With the descendants of the Vikings.
Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure
Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea
I found myself on the lap of pristine nature
As beautiful on earth as it could ever be.
The ice-age glaciers have all melted away
Carving deep valleys for the fjord networks
To enter the lofty land the sea gets waterway
Where on azure clarity the sky disembarks.
Summer sun touches the arctic horizon
Goes up unset at the midnight hour
The sunshine on the night hangs on
Making the body clock go haywire.
The grey sky flushed with the aurora flare
Gleaming winter nights danced on the snow
I could still feel the Nordic ecstasy of the air
Though it touched me such a long time ago.
February 22, 2018.
I live in Canada- land of winter,
our summers are much anticipated;
I learned early to be a rain sprinter,
sometimes our warm weather is belated.
We wait and wait until we want to scream,
our spring days are confused- one warm, one cold;
while walking in snow I "summer" dream,
some days are lovely with a sun of gold.
In a warm spell- I put away my coat,
a few days later my boots- my hat;
but the next DAY in snow I was afloat,
and without boots on the ice I fell flat.
This is how my winter turned to summer,
when at last it came- it was MIDSUMMER!
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August 20, 2017
Sonnet/Oh Summer, Summer
Copyright Protected, ID 932248
Written for the contest, How Your Winter Turned Into Summer
sponsor, Brenda Chiri
Second Place
Into the horrid heat of my summer
You fall as drops of rain,
Nay, as drops of love’s elixir.
The broken memories I treasure,
Tumble and roll round like marbles.
In this ravenous night
As I sit outside all alone,
Looking into the night sky
I see blinking stars here and there,
And my memories swim
Around a starry-eyed girl
My mind speeds like a steed to those days
That had the beauty and brilliance,
Of the arching rainbows of the blue
And the glowing hues of peacock feathers
You were then the rhyme and rhythm of my life.
The song and melody of my spirit,
The symphony in my violin,
The alluring dream of my nights.
Once you got into my garden unbidden
Like a flitting butterfly,
A leaping grasshopper,
A honey sucking bee,
A winging robin,
When the breeze was hissing,
When the flowers were nodding,
And perched on my shoulder.
I plucked for you a red, red rose,
And you savored its fragrance.
That very day you became my friend.
You spread a pervading aroma,
That wafted into me with every gushing wind.
You became the throb of my life.
My singular passion,
A rising flame,
My heart’s silent language,
The sole focus of my life.
But without even a parting word,
You left me to my fate.
Now I am pushed into a desolate isle,
Where loneliness comes to strangle me,
And I feel so defenseless!
Here I struggle to elbow out,
The train of wistful memories
And at my feet lies the withered rose-
The sad reminder of a passion we once shared!
Now I know love hurts, it hurts terribly,
Leaving one so utterly vanquished.
Won’t you come once again?
As my friend, nay as my soul mate
My Valentine, to be together for ever
And sit looking at each other from eye to eye!
In anticipation, I wait here,
For the falling echo,
Of your jingling footsteps!
Yes, I am in eternal wait!
Jan. 27.2023
For Love’s Sake Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
The meanest Missouri drought ever made us all pretty mad.
No one was happy, everyone gloomy and sad.
Mother Nature was holding us hostage, completely unfair.
There was misery, and dry mouth and mean in the air.
Morning dew was almost non-existent.
Prayer warriors gave up, stopped being persistent.
Children were in bad moods. Animals were dying.
Sickness was rampant, old people were sighing.
Air conditioners were cranked so high all over town,
The electricity in the neighborhoods kept shutting down.
People were sweating in offices, and swearing in their homes.
They were taking it out on their kids, no one seeing the gnomes.
The answer was no, no matter what a child wanted to do.
The dry earth splitting apart at her seems, made us all rather blue.
Alerts were put out, warning us to use as little water as we could.
Rain was something we had forgotten, given up on, dryness withstood.
Gardens were not being saved, they had dried up and evaporated.
This drought was like nothing my young mind had ever anticipated.
Hundred and ten degree days were the coolest ones this summer.
We were all mean and mad, and neighborhood morale was a bummer.
We sat around in our underwear and swore and groused.
We did not want to do anything. Blaming God and Foust.
Some of the few prayer warriors kept praying for rain.
When it arrived to relieve us, we could barely refrain.
We ran out to greet it, we danced and we shouted with glee.
We threw ourselves into each other’s arms, my neighbor and me.
We laughed with relief, and we danced in the rain.
When the rain came to greet us, we could barely refrain!
The snow has gone, melted away,
The air is fresh and sweet.
Bundle up, it's still a cold day
And off, our friends to meet.
Shaking off the winter blues,
It's time for a nature hike.
To visit and catch up with the news
Shared with friends we like.
We're out of shape and we start out slow.
It's supposed to be fun, after all.
So follow the creek, a trail we know,
That leads us up to the Falls.
Cameras are out and clicking away
As the water cascades down.
This time of year it's a powerful spray
With such a roaring sound.
In winter the water rushes on
So powerful, we're filled with delight.
By summer the same creek is almost gone.
Not nearly as an inspiring sight.
So the first walk of the new year
We'll start out nice and slow
But to each other we'll make it clear
The next one will be a 'real hike' you know.
"Serenity is not found in the absence of chaos, but in the presence of peace." Author Unknown
Seaside villages with boutiques and coffee shops and along the bay with -
Exquisite antiques shops with rare treasures on display.
Reading a good mystery book with an iced coffee treat while,
Enjoying the summer warmth and watching birds perched to eat.
Nights with a full moon and an aurora borealis show with
It’s spectacular northern lights with the sky all aglow.
Time spent at home relaxing with my husband and my pets.
Yearning for continued good health and to live life fully with no regrets!
i brought you home on a summer night
so small and warm, a fuzzy light
you ran through rooms without a care
your tiny paws were everywhere
you got chubbier, full of play
pouncing on toys throughout the day
you’d bite my hand, then curl in tight
and sleep beside me every night
you stopped eating but stayed by me
still followed softly faithfully
you looked at me like i was home
and laid beside me not alone
i didn’t see you slip away
my mom just told me yesterday
i searched the spots you used to hide
and sat there once or twice and cried
it’s quiet now where you would be
no tiny steps to come find me
your little life went by so fast
but you’re the kind that always lasts
his spirit dances all around
in every soft and gentle sound
a light that shines beyond the gloom
even in silence, his presence filled the room
Soaked eye dish-dog, working in the morning
Hopping on the bus, now get some sleep
Music was a woman, her men she’s grinding
Get to bottom of that basement leak
Post you a smile, flaunting dress
All my friends are looking you up
Said, I’d be here but not for long
I’m grinning, faintly so
Got savings from a joke, he made me run down for it
Told me, “Don’t be misunderstood
There’s only one fib in every story boy
That there’s ever an end.”
What face she wearing? What face you need, Boy?
It isn’t wheels, watering holes or that way she walks
Pacing up the shop aisle, for that Christmas toy
Running down the lanes, like strung out strays
In the bath, staring at the window, listen out
Nothing in the tune of a silent Summer night
She came through the door, didn’t even knock
Something in that, I’m dim, she’s right
I felt worse then, pen in the ink pot
Rusting in black cement
Should have got ready, should have got better
Should have maybe listened to every lecture
You mentioned there’s a man in every coward
I fought that red-haired wolf by the roadside
Playing dead in the gutter, never again
Next time take your own bullet baby
Bicycling away you never told me anything
We go a mile, how we’re blessed
All your friends shook me down
Take my money, honey, always it’s free
They’re all smiling, faintly so
I saw the photo, days after ours days
Knew by that, the silly little tip of the hat
Stole my best idea, took it to the world
I say the show was boring, the tickets steep
Put up with the Gods, all the howling children
See you in the dollar bin by the checkout darling
But if you’re not on the double, just maybe then
Don’t pick up the phone, call by my bathroom window
It’s the only way your getting in now
I’ll here your music from the lane ways
Might just lean over and slide it shut
I’ll be smiling then, so faintly so