Summertimes Poems

SUMMERTIME
 
Summertimes are spent in the orchard of apples and pears
The old wooden rope swing; all frayed, from over the years

Hazy days in the summer house, watching the children play
Puppy dogs running around chasing the butterflies all a gay

Homemade lemonade...Read More

poetic licence... the freedom of the pen...
to transcribe what... where... why and when...
dancing daffodils in tune with spring...
tiny bluebells... o we could hear them ring...

spring or summer dawn... or be it eve...
the joy of both can oft stress relieve...
springtime the...Read More

     SUMMERTIMES MAGIC.

    Summertimes magic makes a fine holiday,
    Where lands of enchantment, invite us to stay.
    The lure of the wild, or, in peaceful solace,
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Eileen was born 80 1/2 years ago
on the first day of winter on the ground a bit of snow
with a twinkle in her eyes and a healthy glow
having both outer and inner beauty to bestow,

Second oldest girl who blossomed and...Read More

   Beautiful butterflies basking in sunshine,
   Feasting on flowers, while spreading their wings.
   Sipping sweet nectar, from floral fountains,
   Dancing duets, like puppets on strings.
   Proud painted ladies, all airs...Read More

David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five, 
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured, 
From his birth, and could not use his legs anchored....Read More

   I love the sunrise, soothing nightmares embraces.
   The thrill as sunlight mirrors life, on clear blue waters
   Adoring the sunshine, caressing summertimes beaches.
   To gaze at sunsets, with nostalgic feelings.
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Gone, long gone -
cast into the wistful yearning of yesteryear           
the halcyon days of  reminiscence and longing
of summertimes and certainties,
of niceties and neighbours and the joy of friendships
that were...Read More

had no central air
only a fan and window
so happy to live...Read More

It's the first day of summer,
    When we sit on the fresh green grass,
    When the sun rays bring us warmth,
    When our visions reflect the blue sky above,
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Happy Heat

I had no Huck Finn
sort of existence except
for summertimes
at the lake.  

Walking the state road,
tar melting like licorice
as I worked it with my shoes.
air shimmered ahead.

Sure I saw puddles, 
I was always fooled.
Upon approaching the enigmatic sizzle, 
it...Read More

We stumbled out of the professor's house drunk and dazed
Cackling in that conspicuous way about something his wife had said. 
The outdoor air was tight and crisp in contrast with 
The kitchened cat-haired aura of the professor's home
and my companions'...Read More

EXCERPT (Approximately 30% of Poem)
                                  
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Springtime's solice knows no gentle breeze
Only summertimes hurricane's are appropriate for this superb occasion
Thrashing around, what a hideous sound she wishes she was in Savannah
Spiraling out of control the trap has been set
The sucker takes the bait and gets caught...Read More