Long Summertime Poems
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oh, summertime
a long time coming you were
stuck for a while
by springtime
and her fickle ways to dally-
but then at last gave up
for your new chance to shine
oh, summertime
a long time coming you were
but finally- you arrived
and your season of lovely outdoor living
with carefree days
became our reward
So soon- our August has begun-
and you are so close to your exit-
for it is not too far in time
when September air repaints
your vibrant hues
into a world of autumn gold
with shorter days
and longer nights
such a melancholy time
when August comes
and begins to make way
into the next act in our theater of time-
when a new world
of both autumn and winter seasons-
reshapes our living
once again-
until the timing for the rebirth
of infant spring- like magic
arrives to mature into glorious summer-
to once more become
our yearly dream come true
Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.
She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.
In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.
And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing,
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
"Our visions held and stored away-
keep memories on full display."
_by Poet
We often see,
but sometimes do not grasp-
hold tight to memories
that may glide by,
and let them soar away without a gasp-
like feathers
in the wind- lost to the sky.
Inhale the sweet perfume
of summertime-
take in its scenery so brightly hued;
its lovely vines
that fall, yet also climb-
so like an artist's painting,
these are viewed.
Do clutch these visions-
store in memory;
clasp tight
until next summer sets them free.
June 30, 2021
Contest: Writing Prompt: Grasp
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required words used:
grasp hold glide soar gasp
inhale hued vines clutch clasp
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
Well how could I resist her
She was sweeter than a song
The price was right, she was going cheap
Yeah’ she was going for a song
I was thinking of the summertime
Thought this soft top could be fun
I didn’t come tyre kicking
No I never haggled with the sum
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
Sometimes were not searching
When surprizes come our way
This sporty little classic
Just simply blew me away
Wow’ what a steal I was thrilled
I never expected this
Bargains don’t come everyday
Especially not like this
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
When I heard that engine running
I knew she was the one
She was mint inside and out
Her paint gleaming like the sun
It must have been my lucky day
She still had miles to run
She was on the button
On the money too
Yeah’ she was going for a song
That came right out the blue
She was going, going, going
Going for a song
Yes this motor was a blessing
Always dreamed of owning one
© Copyright KC.Leake
28th February 2017
All Rights Reserved
"Some Birds Are Not Meant to be Caged"
Stephen King
~~~~~
Early this morning, I heard this
quote:
"Some birds are not meant to be
caged!"
I wept so hard I could not stop!
My life flashed before me like the
fast spinning hands on an out of
control clock.
From a brunette with braids at
seven years old till today~
I never liked rules or to do what
I was told!
Especially not here at Poetry Soup.
In contests, I feel like a prisoner
with a kindly warden about to hang
me by an opinionated, poetic rope.
I like to fly free across summertime
azure skies,
To choose my own trees, to go in
my chosen direction.
A poet knows when they deserve First
Place.
To let another decide otherwise,
is for me only, a poetic disgrace.
I honestly can no longer pour my
soul on paper, so openly.
That's something almost unholy
for me.
To then type "entered in Contest"
And have another tell me where
I stand?
Not music to my ears, I need the
"free to be me" band!
No can do, I dance to my inner
drummer.
My form, my subject! Not yours.
All the rest for me is just a mere
showcase bummer.
April 19,2020
2:30pm PST
The ring of a bell,
The sudden smell of honeysuckle,
The moments that carry you,
The need to hug tired strangers,
Drifting dirt-covered angels,
In the summertime.
With July brings perfect doubt.
As I float in chartless territory,
The only thing I ever wanted to be
So far away, and so present and alive,
But in colors and faces I cannot recognize,
A rippling mystery on the top of my tongue.
The slide past the heart.
The ancient, tonal ore of the spirit
Here in the red dirt of Mililani
Where I am torn, limb from brain, mind from matter
Dreams from mud, ghost from flesh.
In each instant is the lesson told and told again:
That love is always new.
A drop of rain, calls,
From the hills.
A bell, rings.
And love cares not.
Love loves, indifferently.
You make me feel so much
Joy – thanks – assurance
You whisper your hope on my spirit
Remind me that love –
Is a quiet wonder, like a dream
Coloring my life in grace and kindness
Reflecting serenity, a smile
Poured out over the silence
Screaming light through
My most intimate embrace
Kisses, sweet and passionate
Starlight shimmering into darkness,
Parting the wistful night
A lesson of laughter’s sing-song voice
Telling the moon to guide
Each affection through the shadows
Into the winsome autumn
Leaves, vibrant and bold, gold
Treasures, healing the summertime
Old moments, praying for wisdom
To know love’s sigh, to abide in the
Trembling echo of a touch
Magic stirring a heart so very much
You make me feel like a twinge
Shuddering joy through my spirit
Encouraging me to believe
In the message warming my dreams
The message of hope and peace
Love that conquers even the grief
With the promise of a lasting relief
The knowing that this love is tangible
A reality sent through the soul
So that there is only truth, forevermore
Beautiful and full, hesitant
To allow anyone the moment
Complete satisfaction, elation
Jubilation in a thrilling season,
Bringing the heart a reason
The soul – wonderous reckoning
Promising the spirit a freedom
That roars in its sensations
Its intensity and inspiration, alive
Like the sun and the stars
Raining jewels of wonder through
A world who only knows
The thunder of a peace, a grace
Brought to life by the embrace
Goodness, rejoicing – generously
Giving the heart its awakening
The second chance, the new day
Precious feeling – never swayed
It is this feeling, the love that is alive
Like a voice, brilliant and motivated
By the spring – the summer
The warmest of breezes and the echoes
Silencing the pounding rain
Poured out like truth, like the blazing
Prayers of the saints who remember
It is this feeling, blinding, burning
Praising and adoring – this feeling
Is love that has meaning, love that is…
Breathing, singing, believing……
Love this strong, this feeling
Is the reason I know – God is in control
Because, with this love, I’m made whole!
Cousin of the daisy, and born on summer's breeze,
It becomes a bright seedling of pale, green leaves.
In sunshine, it grows, as its edges become jagged,
Like a shooting star whose course goes zig-zagged!
Maturity brings longer leaves that spread around,
And milky roots that sink deeply into the ground.
When by some mystery calendar, at uncertain hour,
A lovely, yellow bloom captures you in its power!
The flower at last becomes a small, brown fruit,
For another generation is in summertime pursuit;
And the pappus disperses new seeds to the breeze,
To grow in foreign meadows and sunlit valleys!
A few years back, I worked at JCPenney
I normally stayed in the stockrooms
But sometimes, they’d have me out on the sales floor
It was summertime
Hot, busy and loud
One day, a woman, maybe in her mid-sixties, approached me
She was shopping alone
Shaky when she spoke, but she was kind
She asked for help finding her bra size
I guided a silky white bra over her shirt
Just so she could feel the fit
And in that moment
I felt something ache inside me
An emptiness in my chest
When she walked away, I cried
Because for a brief second
It felt like I was helping my mother
Like I was the daughter doing something small but intimate
But that’s a version of my life I’ll never know
I won’t get to have those ordinary, beautiful moments
I won’t get to watch my mom grow old
She is frozen in time
And I’m left imagining the things we’ll never do
There is no beauty in a frown, never let your smile turn upside down.
Quote by poet
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Imagine today as forevermore
Make the day better than ever before
Wear your best smile and dress up to the nines
Say “I love you” more than a thousand times.
Give thanks to the one who gave us the day
He who created us and gave freeway
Free to live life to the full and enjoy
Wonders that no one could ever destroy.
Dance to the music of the birds and bees
Feel the softness of a summertime breeze
Sing loud allowing your heart to inspire
Others to join in, a celestial choir.
Do something that you’ve always wished to do
Inciting your wildest dream to come true.
Contact family members and closest friend
Make a forevermore day, without end.
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