The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam
Cycling in the summertime is swell
The feel of the cool wind in your face
Riding through a level flowering dell,
Exhilaration finally winning the race.
The feel of the cool wind in your face
Sweet scents of blossoms inhaling,
Exhilaration finally winning the race
With tired and sore muscles entailing.
Sweet scents of blossoms inhaling
The sun feeling warm on your face,
With tired and sore muscles entailing
You accept your trophy with grace.
The sun feeling warm on your face
Congratulations on the victory won,
You accept your trophy with grace
The whole experience so much fun.
Congratulations on the victory won
Riding through a level flowering dell,
The whole experience so much fun
Cycling in the summertime is swell.
Written May 5, 2022
Reaching for the Couch,
Laying for a snooze.
As fast as a wink,
The alarm clock buzzed,
Jerking my entranced body alive.
On the floor were documents, files, Stapler.
My table wore a different look.
Like one of which, a maniac dwells.
The laptop wasn't in view.
Drawers were all open.
The money! Mr. Zack!
My lips remained opened,
While my feet sought for strength.
All that counts, were lost.
In 10 minutes, recreation turned agitation.
Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.
written November 29, 2021
New River waters skimming jagged rocks
Drenched rafters paddle madly
Are we having fun yet?
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 12, 2021
for "Bite Size No. 12" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
July 17, 2021
bikini-clad girls
volleyball playing at beach ~
fun under the sun
Submitted for...
Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Date written: 06/28/2021
happiness wets me as
in torture,
drip by drip,
dropwise...
impossible to drink
the sea...
how impossible
is to count its sand...
herald birds
of spring,
mosquitoes sent
from rains,
dry leaves signs
of autumn,
advertiser swallows
of summer....
your love extinguished
from me while i
burned me with love...
Your love was only dry.
and mine only flood...
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
J-oyful
A-uthor's
G-leeful
D-edication
I-nspires
S-omeone's
H-eart
S-imply
I-mplementing
N-atal
G-uy's
H-appy
R-ecreation
A-s
M-essage
A-bout
N-ame
A-mazes
Topic: Birthday of poet Jagdish Singh Ramana (January 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Catapulted far
I caught my dream in mid air;
Ha, no mitt needed!
Foundation Bricks of thoughts.
History contained in bible.
Sedentary.
Time in ancient misery.
Mind shoots with guns.
Blood spread in land of African tales.
War one, War two until here in thoughts battle.
Now what is next?
Politics, scientists, theorist light in education where we going?
Mind is thoughts, life is time.
WHAT IS NEXT!
He will fight for you.
He created you.
He is God that is unquestionable.
Men reflect his image.
Heave is here hell is there.
What about Marikana thirty four blood.
White live in heaves, dream in magic.
England is Education and land of beautiful thoughts.
Shakespeare to Oxford.
Life is time.
WHAT IS NEXT!
Reminisce in time.
History is facts no passed.
Yes men pass death is last.
Phantasm is the eye. See the light.
Prepare here is future.
Wisdom of men lives in tooth.
Google in men, travel through brain.
Dreams speaks life mislead.
System is locked.
Where is the key?