Summer Rondeau Poems

How do I still know your birthday? Walking in halls ,,search" i say. 
But when i look at you, the view dosen't feel like a...

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"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."

 Sounds of the Earth so sweetly play
 Like gentle breeze on summer day,
 The falling...

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"The wind is the pounding of my heart."

Rush with me, wind! Help my heart pound,
with forces of tornado's sound;
yet, gentle as a summer breeze
slow dancing,...

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Come for me, Love, in a July
When summer surf is running high
Watching steamers on the sea’s crest
Like we did from our lovely nest
On the beaches...

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My love for you with time will only grow;
A rose to bloom so beautiful and rare.
To rise as one above the earth below,
Both strengthened by...

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If I could fly on Summer's breeze
and leave behind my selfish pleas
Glimpse Nature's handiwork supreme
See the Earth in different themes,
Nature's weave and magical tease.

I'd sit...

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The sun shines brightly, it's a beautiful day                 ...

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With the falling of leaves, so leaves the fall.
Aware is the forest, a chill in the air.
Temperatures falling; the birds heed the call
Harsh times ahead:...

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End of summer whistles through trees,
Like skylarks floating on the breeze
Staying awhile, a month or more,
Until winds come in howling roar
Blowing sleet, snow, and bitter...

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In ocean view the air is clear, 
The sun is up as rays appear, 
Zephyr comes from the western wind, 
Gently blowing with kiss to...

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Falling softly against a beloved, silent dawn
Leaves of every color, amber and gold
Breath of summer joy has finally gone
Autumn drifts in to reveal whispers of...

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The sun will never shine again 
upon the meadow’s lush terrain
where gentle summer breezes whirled
and flowers bloomed as dreams unfurled
and chased away the frigid rain.

The...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it's useless to complain;
For Pride now holds...

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As cold winds blow this time of year,
the limbs are bare, the winter’s here;
a frigid frost hangs in the air.
With season’s change we’re well aware
that...

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