Summer Haiku
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emerald ascent
upswing of Summer gold eyes
sun’s sultry downpour
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Our days are numbered- till first day of spring
when unencumbered, she can start her fling
wake winter-slumbered buds for their upswing!
Spring breeze blows
Flowers sway, air sweet
Lovers swoon
The cold breeze on my face.
Treetops whooping it up.
The wild swoosh of wind.
The first bolt of lightning
and crackle of thunder…
My dad remembers
several feet of snow -
a wall of solid white.
He measures himself
alongside Buffalo.
Mine is the excitement
of a storm, I can feel it,
even as I upswing.
I might fly, like Dorothy,
or on the witch’s stolen broomstick,
or on the wings of the tornadic sky.
Fascination found in the rush,
the power of an unseen force.
The Holy Spirit thrives inside of me.
It’s a firestorm of spiritual vivacity.
Leaves commence the dance of splendour
In illustrious September
In colours of red, brown and gold
The fall is glory to behold.
What joy it is to stand and stare
As autumnal trees shed their ware
When the trees are stripped of their braid
October sees leaf carpets laid.
When fall has had its final fling
Then begins seasonal upswing
Earth starts annual cooling down
Preparing for winter touchdown.
Beauty of fall can’t be denied
By those who are blessed with fine eyes
Embrace glory of planet earth
For every season brings its mirth.
Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,
a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering
mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing
of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain…
~ or transfer by essence to the understanding
intuiting within — to find birds preen, not taking wing;
and trees upswing drying branches, delighted by wet dew.
All breathe the notes of summer’s ending nocturne
composed throughout the woods and, now, day upon day,
repeat that lullaby, trickling the scales as in a piano’s play
to accompany the year’s passing time, turning into autumn
with her blazing, flaming, dazzling, bejewelling
before Mother Nature deeply exhales — weeping dew
over all her gardened Beauty blooms — beginning
their fated wilting, falling, final, felt arias’ murmuring
the refrains life plants within, holding a promise of re-birth
to come past winter’s dominance, all frozen still
with a quiet sleeping peace — prelude to renewal…
to dawn’s Spring dances and the refreshing touch of dew.
span of profound growth
mixed bag of flowers and fruits~
with lofty spirits
fluorescent day break
vibrancy in life around~
stupendous summer
Place : 3rd
Life is easier
if you learn
To manage
your time.
If you can't
do lock-up,
Don't do
the crime.
You get
more done
by focusing
On one thing.
If you missed it,
You can get it
on the upswing.
Try to improve
by 1% every day.
Don't make excuses,
Never delay.
Problem
solve
with a
little logic.
Stay aware
Sidestep the
dark magic.
Keep a high value
Network of friends.
If you get the chance,
Make amends.
Be honest and
always work hard.
Don't be afraid to
show your scar.
Seek and you can
find your purpose.
You could be
the ringleader
of a circus.
Walk at your
own pace,
Stay on your
side of the road.
Sometimes the
Prince can turn
Into a toad.
Don't hesitate
when you
should act.
Pay attention
so you can find
your way back.
Experience what
you feel and learn.
Remember you can
always make
A U-Turn.
Make all
things count.
It could be
pouring rain
or in a drought.
If you have it,
Learn to give.
Last but not least,
Live and let live.
Turbo1904 ?
I push the gate- each year elate,
ending my wait to replay fate.
My roots await to drink, hydrate
and fully sate for full growth rate.
Stems push up straight to levitate
buds that dilate as leaves abate
and calibrate- blossoms create
to activate each full-bloomed trait.
I am your Spring- your loved upswing!
Each tree, a king as branches string
to a wellspring of verdant bling.
I share with zing, my season's fling.
Aft Winter's sting- while lovebirds wing,
our couples cling- soon worshipping
as church bells ring, good wishes sing.
All this I bring- my name is Spring.
February 22, 2023
Contest: In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form Requested: Personification
(Internal Rhyme and Monorhyme added)
upswing and downswing,
both the zing and sting,
a beauteous dance,
viewed in nonchalance.
there then’s no purpose
of earth life circus,
for souls who are still,
aligned with God’s will.
09-February-2023
To which wave of the ocean should we cling ~
When one with oneness, heart's on the upswing
22-October-2022
Rabbits go dancing in soft moonlit meadows;
Field mice, less boldly just waltz in the shadows.
Moles and shrews surface, but can’t see a thing;
Young thrushes and sparrows take flight on their wings.
Fawns go cavorting in wide open spaces.
Turtles shed shells and run naked in races.
Owls so enthralled that they don’t give a hoot:
Provincial living’s exceedingly cute.
Crocus choirs raise color-filled hallelujahs;
Queen bee lays eggs because that’s what she does.
Pansies and bloodroot are no longer dormant;
Solomon’s wardrobe ne’er held such a garment.
Young kits leave tree nests and begin exploring.
Cross Old Man Winter is finally snoring.
Temperate days have moods on the upswing;
Nighttime’s for frolicking when Mother sings.
There is no design wall to entrap the spirit
Inventiveness is born to last
free of prosody or syllable count
coordinated refrains hide bareness, a virtue
purity string belt for blooming worshippers
sleeping quietly in squatters' glades
who swoons poetry pads?
Fans will be amazed
that lauds syncopations of dazzling pleas
metaphors were constantly shaped and sealed
It's a sparse universe
for those who can't fly inside their walls.
Outside praxis, quill grows from seeds
creating a mental image not visible in a set
It's a voyage without doctrines.
the vibrations within rejuvenate the page
separate thoughts seek an upswing.
1st Place contest winner
Written: March 16, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1090 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Is mistaken misconception moiling?
firmly a bleak thought is genuine?
Instead, an upswing of pluck? not
conceding trepidation
to grasp your rubber rope
hurling you firmly
from the ending
instant of
perfect
fact
the
leeway
you persuade
you aren't as far
away as you think
you are unheeding to
anticipated looming
ruin, rife with rueful worries
towering peaks and stunning landscape.
breathe deeply and whisper. in god we trust
Written: January 28, 2022
A Strand (1061) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
When my spouse gets into this décor thing,
you might as well forget about dinner.
Our backyard lighting is on the upswing
meanwhile, I’m getting thinner and thinner.
August 23, 2021
Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name YOUR BEST FOUR-LINE LIGHT VERSE, NO. 2
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