Send us to flame, Your holy fire.
Test marrow, strip our cloaks of dust.
The scorched cry beneath the empire.
Their dreams are ash, yet bound by trust.
Test marrow, strip our cloaks of dust.
Find the few who break yet endure.
Their dreams are ash, yet bound by trust.
A balm to wounds ancient and pure.
Find the few who break yet endure,
Give them the world, awash in grace.
A balm to wounds ancient and pure,
The meek who walk a ruthless place.
Give them the world, awash in grace.
The scorched cry beneath the empire.
The meek who walk a ruthless place,
Send us to flame, Your holy fire.
There’s no mercy in the Texas sun
There’s no favor for anyone
There’s no grace in its glare
There’s no respite from his stare
There’s no escaping the celestial fire
There’s no defying our Sol so dire
There’s no shade near deep enough
There’s no victory in being tough
There’s no mercy in the Texas sun
There’s no outrunning what can’t be outrun
There’s no eluding his scorching touch
There’s no denying it’s just too much
And summer is still a month away…
Heat waves run : Scorching summer ! Sizzling Sun !
Eyes burn : Weary farmer.
Strong rays hitting hot hammer.
Blazing heart ignites amour.
flora and fauna
troubled by the scorching sun~
near their extinction
The sun, a tyrant, reigns with scorching might,
Days bleed together, a suffocating night.
My soul parched, I yearned for a cleansing rain,
To wash away sorrow and ease the sun's pain.
A tremor in the air, a whisper on the breeze,
The clouds gather close, promising sweet release.
The first drops fall, a melody so sweet,
A gentle caress on the parched earth's cracked feet.
The sky erupts, a cathartic release,
Washing away sorrow, granting sweet, cool peace.
The earth drinks deeply, its thirst at last quenched,
With a sigh of relief, the world finally refreshed.
Laughter mingles with the drumming rain,
A joyous celebration, a cleansing refrain.
From my window's perch, a vibrant scene unfolds,
Leaves glistening green, a story yet untold.
A collective sigh, a balm for the weary soul,
Hope blossoms anew, as the storm makes us whole.
For in this downpour, a truth we all see,
We are one with the earth and the creatures that be.
Fire blazes the forest
Scorched birds fly away to build new nest
Ashes settle in seared history to dowse and rest.
Anger burns the mind
Brazen thoughts flare to find revenge blind
Serene sanity makes singed senses calm and kind.
heated summer day
scorching sun fries eggs on car
leaves me in a sweat
Love grows deep within one's heart
Let us all just come together instead of growing further apart
We must not allow hatred to become the norm
Let's send out waves of warmth and happiness to weather the storm
If we all just work together we can make the world a better place
We only have one choice to make for the survival of the human race
A better world awaits if we could just stomp out negativity along the way
People you interact with smile at them and tell them to have a nice day
Bureaucracy and constant red tape stop things from getting done
Someone might want to ask the Egyptians how the pyramids got build in the scorching sun
Working together is the only recipe for success
A surefire way for getting us out of this mess
We have all been given the greatest gift that being life itself
Let's pick up the pieces and put them back on the shelf
scorching summer
sizzling sun to burn,
ambient dry : birds don’t fly~
sky turning auburn.
no clouds: heat -wave blown.
scorching heat inviting drought~
earth prays for rains.
The scorching sunbeams
Envelop this atmosphere
In no time, for sure,
As if Nature is about
To blow her bugle of war.
Golden waves sway in a strange sky to create a new shade.
With bare feet, cross a shroud's path, but no one is aware.
Summer starts as scarlet hues salute a mottled promenade.
This image has gold sparkle and blue padded birds there.
Written: August 14, 2021
hotter than hell
slugs curl drying in their shells
fan moving hot air
1/9/2021
midst blazing sun rays
verdant landscapes turn arid
parched lands lay barren
summer* heat scorching
luscious vegetation dries
awaiting rain fall
heaven's blessings yearned**
down pour of water crystals
God's grace flowing down
*Psalm 32:4 … Moisture is turned into the drought of summer.
**Third haiku added (June 29, 2020) after contest was judged.
June 25, 2020
5th place, "Summer Haiku's" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 6/28/2020.
THE SCORCHING SUMMER SUN
Heat waves are burning breaches through my skin,
Touching my soul and melting me from within,
I dissolve in a puddle of dark brown liquid,
Swimming in my salty sweat like a squid,
The sun is too hot for me to bear it,
If it were possible, I would not spare it,
Now I am at the Sol's receiving end,
How do I stop His flames, how do I defend?
The sultry sun is igniting my frame,
I swelter under his scorching scalding flame,
The torrid hot ball tortures me to tears,
I can't stand his fiery frying warmth that sears,
Perspiring heavily under the summer sun,
I cannot stand or walk, while he is having fun.
05.20.20
in the searing sun
roams blue dragonfly in blooms
fire breathing dragon
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