There is nothing quite like
rain in summer
Summer season looks
As young and beautiful as Spring.
Petrichor wafts in the breeze.
Flowers are blooming here and there.
A seed is growing into a tree.
It's pouring rain after a hot day;
Get under the rain to cool down.
A colorful rainbow is hovering
Above the afternoon sky
After a stormy weather.
There's nothing quite like
rain in summer.
The sky looks gray today,
But rest assured,
The Sun will come out tomorrow.
Bring out your inner child;
Splash out a water puddle!
A cloudburst comes after
A long, unforgiving drought.
Mother Earth quenches her thirst.
Let us all rejoice!
Let us all rejoice!
There's nothing quite like
rain in summer.
A Smile
I take pride on that one
Slowly, slowly when who won
Dance on face for a moment
Fade away like a truant
Shine out when I over flow
Run on cheeks like a rainbow
Splash out as a rays of gala
Hide up much a serious flaw
Dare to make own the alien
Die on joys of ever green
Glow up the love of vision
Charm out the wink of virgin
creativity is my life’s song
words, cartoons and paintings splash out of my fingers
smearing those who do not duck
i write because I cannot not write
writing, painting, cartooning, keep me sane
I could not stop creating as easily as most people could stop sleeping
i am assuming that people do sleep
i do also, but not many hours
for i am on fire for life – painting dreams
painting away sorrow and anger
cartooning creatures who make me laugh
playing with children who are depressed and down
creating is my life’s work
it uplifts and nurtures me, I am enthusiastic because of it
Enthusiasm comes from God
Each piece of greenery falls to mildew.
On wood, a harsh fungus echoes sinew.
Agony squirmed and sloughed in my body
Then, all tumble, I grieve and feel guilty.
Glare from sunlight is gentler than rougher
Neither full nor snares my kindness, ever.
In this skirmish, there is a yearly brawl.
Yet, Vivid lights will no longer dazzle.
My feet will at last splash out all I've done.
Assume strolling on a once lush and shone.
The thrills strike my spirit and shred the core.
And then sing the fall in calm voice ashore.
You adorn your womb and lure us each year.
Yet, the loathsome frost's weep I overhear.
Written: December 11, 2021
1st place contest winner.
Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
The tears of women, men and children’s death.
It’s small and cozy pews, there’s no one left —
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.
Up comes the dawn, of heaven secureth.
The resurrected saints no more bereft;
The tears of women, men and children’s death.
The bride does brightly shine with gentle-strength.
It’s quaint, alone, but filled with trousseau’s heft —
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.
This collared man does dunk heads underneath.
The ebb and flowing robes in the Lord’s cleft.
The tears of women, men and children’s death.
With illumined faces and free from wrath,
They splash out of the sea and no one’s left.
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.
The Pastor’s pay not much but with great depth,
For one by one regains the devil’s theft.
The tears of women, men and children’s death.
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.
1/22/2020
Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Cautiously, thoughtfully, mind in high gear,
Building up courage to overcome fear,
The fear of the unknown, of something that’s new,
My mind no more fogged up, my eyes now seeing clear
I stand up and step out of my comfort zone
Into the bright sunlight, my face now feels warm
Scanning the horizon, deciding where to go
Anything to help me diverge from the norm
My body like the pages of a blank diary waits,
For the quill of fortune to splash out its ink
With stories of travel, new cultures and friends,
Of laughter and merriment, good food and drink
Hoping for good times and experiences too
That will help me grow both in body and mind;
With zeal and conviction I’ll keep travelling on,
Till someday that perfect adventure I find!
the country road we walked
dark captive in dusk's low light,
arms and hands held closely warm
your hair was copper in growing night,
as if shy actors missing cue
constellations splash out in the night,
dark wings wake and fill the air
as if to mock the fading light,
foot falling step'd in step
like mist we're covered with the night,
to breathe your breath
bold vintage sweet and light,
to have, to hold but moments pass
as shadow claimed the dimming light,
too soon, so soon
I walk now into lonely night.
Cold water lapping
Quiet barking and a quick
Splash out near the bay
Songbird in brisk rain
Perched under a broken branch
Nest in tree hollow
Floating atop it
Our paddles swept through the lake
A budding blossom
Blushing and a chill
Moon wane and dragonfly hiss
Step on Winter cress
Red fox hunts in reeds
Swimming after a small mouse
Sky is clear and bright
Come live with me, and be my mistress!
No old-fashioned “man and wife”!
We’ll share the things you have in common …
Who wants to live the single life?
Come live with me, and do my washing.
Cook my dinner, iron my shirts:
And when I’ve squandered all your money,
I’ll show you how love really hurts …
Come live with me, and have my children.
Change their diapers, clean the loo:
And when you fall in bed, exhausted,
I’ll find you something else to do …
Come live with me, and pay the mortgage.
Work your fingers to the bone.
I’ll splash out on a brand new motor!
Ten to one, we’ll lose our home …
Come live with me, and dwell in Limbo.
Lose your looks, and break your health:
And when you’ve lost your youth and beauty,
I’ll go shack up with someone else!
With apologies to W. Shakespeare
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