Short Sprinklers Poems
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Fading pink Petals,
Resolute to die,drooping
Towards gravel grave.
Sprinklers cast,their last goodbye,
Daybreak:whites now your color.
when there was a drought
we raindanced across the lawn
splashing through sprinklers
7/15/11
Received 4th place in "Best Rain Poem" contest
The morning birdsongs,
The mowing, planes in the sky;
The sound of sprinklers.
Ice cream truck circles the block;
The kids yelling and screaming.
the sprinklers
on a timer
nurture
the earth
sprinklers stop
just as
rain starts.
15/07/2011
When water is short here's the dope:
each drop you conserve contains hope.
When time comes to shower
I summon the power
to run nude through sprinklers with soap!
Waken to lilac’s scent at dawn;
cool off with sprinklers on the lawn.
What joy in simple things!
See sunset, holding someone’s hand
as waves roll in to kiss the sand.
What bliss the summer brings.
Summer days... Sizzling air... Sprinklers...
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Form:
School's out, kids are at play.
Sun's heat is relentless.
Swimming is the perfect
solution to cool off.
Slip and slides and sprinklers,
so much fun in the sun.
Sweet iced tea and Kool-ade
slake a summertime thirst.
6/27/16
Leave Behind Drab-Disapproving Crowds
Run In Rainbow-Mist, A Bright-Prism-Cloud
Where Iridescence Gleams Unbound
Sparkles, Head To Toe … Sky To Ground
Pssst (Listen)… One Place, Where One Is Found:
… In Sunshine and Sprinklers Going ‘Round ! …
When the water from the sky
meets the water from the sprinklers,
they create little water babies!
Sometimes I find them playing on my dogs whiskers,
She shakes them off but they'll come again,
Grumbling electric skies of summer, never want you to end!
Form:
Cool cats nap in shade
Sweltering blooms, colors smile,
lost in sun's embrace
Pink butterflies carry on
as redbirds play in sprinklers
Lush evergreens gleam,
nearby the stylish people
Many hued Monday
Mauve dragonflies by the lake
Sassy summer's still the same
Excursions, picnics, get-togethers, ballgames
An exhausted father slumps into his favorite armchair, leans back --
Ah, the pot of gold at the end of ‘his special day’
…Dad hobbles outside – bad knees and all – to set up
the sprinklers and haul in the gear from the van
The hour early on the lawn
the heat not yet a shrill saw sound
and the day not shaped into a Saturday plan
against a burning, climbing sun.
Then shards of ice in a shaded room
and a voice of red flowers blooming --
screams that stitch into late afternoon
and all night sprinklers bead the lawn.
Morning breaks clouds rise
Heat of the day commences
Ice in drinks we need
Cool refreshments and pool trips
All to subvert heat
Blazing Sun melt popsicles
Sprinklers make rainbows
Children enjoy their school break
Summers almost done
Fall brings in a new season
Remember summer
Sprinklers arc
white rainbows
over emerald grass
The jets
burst
in nimbus shadows
geysering
a shimmer
of translucent flurries
under opal rays
Pools
of periwinkle ripple
and fountains
of lavender
sway
in a porcelain mist
10th Place
Summer Solstice Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
6/29/17
Sometimes I wish I could sail away but alas I have bills to pay so here I slowly decay
But I can still dream of that far off shore when in my youth I did explore
The siren’s song beckons me on
I steer my night course until the morning dawn
Only to hear the sprinklers cut on.
So here I be stuck in reality
Wishing for what can never be
Shivering velvet pictorial
Moving Winters blown naked trees
Breathing bellowing breeze
Environmental effects seasonal
Like folding flooring like a linen flag
Salting sprinklers of driven snows
Shaking winter tree
Shivering velvet pictorial
12/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Octopoem poetry type
Reduced to an acquaintance
That you mayhaps bump as you cross the street
In contrast to nights in which sleep did not exist
Grass in our hair and naked
Dampened by the sprinklers in dimly lit streets
And miles walked barefoot
Without an ounce of fatigue
The most passionate and understanding love I've ever known
Reduced to an acquaintance.
Pennsylvania summer
In the coal mining patch
With crickets, mosquitoes and
Children racing sprinklers
Beside closed castoff mines
Like matadors with bulls;
The faded old grandmas sit on the porches
Lethargically fanning
With Sunday's church bulletins
Trying to create the breeze God forgot
As they prop swollen feet on an old kitchen chair.
Iridescent sprinklers
hiss to life;
a flock of birds erupts
in origami tempest.
Serrulated wings shimmer,
rising from the grass
in tawny ribbons
of serpentine rippling.
A gust of smoke,
they waft in liberation
of fickle breezes
as a school of fish
in saffron-draped ocean
undulates
with fickle currents,
then disappear an illusion
into cyan sky.
Mary Celeste
When I came to my brother’s house,
In the sweet suburbia, the house was empty.
But the table was set four and dinner
In the kitchen the food was warm.
My brother has a lush garden and it was a hot day
so I switched on the sprinklers before leaving.
I heard muffled screams but thought it was
children in the neighbouring garden playing
hide and seek.
I can make you laugh and smile
when you are down
I can chase away the rain
with my brazen jokes
I can write stories
and recite them well
if you have a secret
Im the one to whom you should tell
I turn on the sprinklers
and rung the bell
Im the class clown that never really grew up
Im the one they said not to marry
but Im a true friend I never tally
so when I go remeber me well
Listen to poem:
Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.
We Upgraded to a Generation
Where a Country’s Worth is
Measured by its Nuclear Weapons.
We Believe more in Aliens
Than our Fellow Humans.
What Use is of Eight Lane Roads
If We are Racing towards Apocalypse.
Doctors seems to be
Trying to Save Money,
Instead of Lives.
We take Pride in Commodes
Fitted with Water Sprinklers,
Too Lazy to Wipe or Wash.
Even the Word VANITY
Seems to have Lost its Pride.
Silver sprinklers dancing queen of the park
Bathing beautiful carpet
A wonderful delight
***
Children big and small, black and white flowers
They sprout up out of concrete
They smile from ear to ear
***
Flowers bloom, grass grows, morning sun brighter
Happy, the sprinkler keeps on
Oh, what a glorious day!
(C)2017 Maricris Cabrera