Short Out Of Doors Poems
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There is a flame that warm within you glows
That needs no fuel but constant care;
If attention wanders out of doors
Dies down dim to cinders bare.
Blow it back by gentle breath,
With noble actions poke it high'
Watch it grow in length and breadth
And leap beyond you to the sky.
hot days unlikely
as colored leaves fall pretty
indian summer
though glimpsing the fall
late summer's still at the gate
love songs in the trees
beautiful encore
a rich hued, bloom revival
in surprise sunshine
laughter out of doors
though the green dream is fading
autumn elopement
Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
Exquisite pinks golds and blues
fade out, as plum night ensues.
How delightful to sit at a table
Out-of-doors with a friend having lunch,
Catching up on the latest since last time,
Trading stories between every munch.
With a breeze and a sun-block umbrella,
Watching all types of people pass by,
It’s the loveliest way of connecting
And I guess you can understand why.
I like walking to the store.
Every day I buy a bit
Of what I need, for home supplies.
Or maybe I just look around.
I like walking back to home.
On the way I might observe
If my neighbors are around,
Or maybe left their TV on.
Sometimes kids play out-of-doors
On the lawn, where their energy
Is safely ignored by all
Except by each other, and their dog.
Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.
Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through to bone,
clenching chattering teeth,
and breath blown
on mittened hands.
Shine of sun to deceive
beckons one out of doors
brain has an idea of sun
that roars
away outside
caught in bitter's bite.
With a pretty
African - American
woman
in a park
Sex out of Doors!
I feel the weight
of the years upon me now
But I do have some memories
Which sustain me
when I get rejection letters and
nobody shows up for tutoring
Working not far
from my place on the Lower east Side
I relate strongly
to the peace in the
making
which is coming quite soon
BELIEVE IT
squirrels run wild I see
it's been so long coming
as though they're set free
the first faint sense of spring air
sewn in March mistakenly
hear how they chatter
hear how they scold each other
who knows the matter?
could be released energy
that long winter chill set free
so i'll out of doors
i've put winter's coat away
and yet I shiver
such a bright sunny day i've
thought it spring mistakenly
FALL
Being out of doors
Where lifetimes surround
Where you now inhale
Sense the beauty approaching
That lovely lonely other
Being out of doors
Where the wind-blown clouds roam free
Squirrels bury nuts
Hardy birds puff their feathers
Where sun has a soothing warmth
You must be outdoors
Summer’s children bid farewell
Color rustle and dance
Bid you come forth now pilgrim
Join in prayerfully join in
When the temperature soars
My Muse is cranky and cross
Whether in or out of doors
Meter and rhyme are quite lost
My head heavy, I'm bored
Sweat pours off my chin
Hunched over the keyboard
What a funk I am in
To slumber I yield
I nod off for a bit
My fate surely sealed
Poetry, I quit...
Yet switch on the a/c
And, voile! A new me!
To the delight of my Muse --
Cool air lights her fuse!
Summer's heat and the great 'out-of-doors' will be passing soon,
giving greetings to the beauty of Autumn, starting in September.
The syllables of 'Sep-tem-ber' roll across my lips so soothingly.
Each year, I say to her tenderly, "I only which that you could stay".
But like every Spring in the month of May, September slowly goes away.
Always rejoicing to see her come, I'm never ready for the exit of her calm.
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No need to creep in surreptitiously
as if you were not longed for
You turtlenecks and warm wool socks
are dashing in or out of doors
Sensing that I'd tired of green
your refreshments I adore
Crisp burnt-orange and fiery red
leave me thirsty for some more
Though soon you'll trade the dew for frost
replace iced tea with hot
Precious Fall: Take center stage deservedly
~ for 'creepy' you are not
The glowing ball in the heavens
sends down its rays
onto the asphalt homeland
In gardens, in playgrounds
Youth are ignited by
the warmth
In a park two young
people embrace
In the shade
below the trees
Sweet kisses and caresses
make their hearts pound
Love making out of doors
No one sees them
As the afternoon begins to
change to evening
They part ways with
longing gazes
Tomorrow suns another day
With Waheed they had roughly dealt,
The bitterness still deeply felt.
Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt
And he's like the hit with strong belt
"Let's watch him smile and fail to melt"
He won't for all The South's veldt!"
Black Tourist facing Racist Celt:
Any time out of doors would melt.
Begged he had all Celts and down knelt
But they had his feeling not smelt...
Waheed guessed he'd his feet planted
Where both right and left aren't wanted.
The first time
was with a pretty
Afro - American woman
out of doors in a park
We were both 16
and she seduced me (thank goodness)
The others in the park called out
"He's going to make you into a slave"
didn't intend that
The summer ended
as did my experiences with sex
Now I sit in Union Square park
watching a man feed the birds
I would rather call them rock doves
Pigeons on the grass alas
while my mind drifts back to
THE FIRST TIME
Night's falling
Slow dance
And music's drifting out of doors
Under the stars the ocean roars
Whirl dip
Fragrance fest
Mellow moon
Scarlet sunset
Almost gone
And Mars can be seen above
In the season of the dove
Diamond stars
Pearl moon
Summer dance
Warm breeze
birdsong trees
A night of color and song
And the moments move slowly along
Laughter inside
Gay revelers
Dreamy days
Written on 1/3/2021
For: Trinet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Lassie's a dog
Kermit's a frog
Oscar's a grouch
Watch 'em all on the couch
Felix's a cat
Mickey's a mouse
Donald's a duck
On TV in your house
Rocky's a squirrel
Bugs is a bunny
Bullwinkle's a moose
The truth ain't so funny
You grew soft on that couch
Watching TV in your house
And now that your older
Your tired blood's running colder
So send your kids out of doors
And command 'em to play
That they don't end up like you
~ At the end of their day