When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bluer, clearer fresher skies
3 month span, twix spring autumn
Alpha Omega spawn
When summer gone
Metrological difference sun position
Elemental changes environment
Astronomical empowerment
When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bushes, flowers, trees vegetables fully bloomed
When summer gone
When summer gone
Coolness sighs
When summer gone
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
end of picnics and parks
walking the dogs, until dusk near dark
chasing catching lightening bugs
swimming, ice-cold lemonade
few days left back to school and work
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
~When summer gone~
7/17/24
When Summer is Gone Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Jcb Brul
If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll aimlessly wander in its vast lands
Savouring every moment of its beauty
And marvel at the mysterious work of God's hand
If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll make friends with the grassfields of Bamenda
So I'll let to wander around its vast vegetations
Savour the green wonders of nature
I'll draw the last stroke on that portrait
In my dream I drew of Douala
Of the smiling little hills
Of which the power of the sun yields.
If I ever visited Cameroon
The last piece in that puzzle solved
For I will meet the true Savannah
A home to elephants, lions and hyenas.
A Brisling (King Oscar sardines)
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and was alive.
I put the live one in a glass jar; the others looked
so dead I could not eat them, put the tin back
into the fridge
My little King Oscar sardine grew and was too
big for a jar, I had fed it bread crumbs,
real home
baked with butter.
Suddenly, there were many cats in the yard the adventurous cats tried to find an open window
I took my sardine to an empty lake.
the lake had once been full of bluegill, but overfished
to extinction, I sat my sardine free to feed on rotten
vegetations
I don't know how fish procreate, but soon there were
too many of them, a school of silvery beings
swimming around except for one going the opposite way
Bonanza!
Grilled sardines and red wine, people rejoiced, thought
this was going to last forever until there were non
except for my sardine, now so big it scared cats
when it saw me, it was so happy, jumped out of the water
caught by a passing eagle
Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story
Here I stand
on an amber mountain
under a weeping sky
against the shouting wind,
trying to hold on
to the only channel
that connects me
to the outside world.
Where all vegetations lean
to the wind's direction,
I stand straight
trying to brave
the blows.
December 22, 2023, PST, Sandelain, Palayan City
On mountain top
Sun
resplendent, lustrous
invigorating, radiating, warming
humans, habitats, ecosystems, vegetations
captivating, energising, enlightening
scintillant, fluorescent
Light
Date: 18/01/23
Delightful Diamente Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
C-ity along harbor
A-bundant with minerals and vegetations,
L-ying along the coastline,
A-lso known as gateway to the south.
P-ot where different races mix,
A-cquainted with cultures of north and south and the
N-atives as original inhabitants.
September 10, 2022
Morning-sun lit in tentativeness gets delayed
Oozing white blood, rain-sprinkler licentiously sprayed
Nostalgic breeze wedded with moisture gladly stayed
Soil, seeking fresh vegetations wet set arrayed
Overwhelmed earthly creatures enchantingly swayed
Ozone layer cooled consoled feeling greatly saved
Nimble rhythm and harmony of cosmos remade
03 July 2021
Lilies look to their bulbs and survive when leaves dry
Gaillardia gazes at stems. Preserve moisture.
Marigolds focus on node existence to thrive.
Vegetations possess this habit of nature.
Cacti do not starve because they preserve their food.
Flies of deserts conserve their water in chitin.
Thus creatures of nature observe her rhythm and mood.
To grow in God and flourish man must go within.
13 June 2021
Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
I saw the primroses
Crave I the smell, splendid sweet Alyssa
Shall bring daisies
Summer sunflowers
They are perfumed from unseen crazies
I discovered the flowers
I crave the floral, flush flowering quince
With my ears I see earthy gardens amist
I feel the never mumming mums just so loud
By the grave, I saw the hollyhocks sprout
While in the darkest night
I see a floral light
That moment my soul grew ornamental
I heard a flush, peak garlanding
Much I marveled this ornamental pulmonary
As that moment my soul grew prime vegetations
Mumming mums just so quite now
I saw the hollyhocks rise
While in the darkest night
I see floral lights
8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
desert sucks upper water to store in the deep
trees, plants, herbs and grasses are about to die
sunshine reflects on mirages there
mirages elude and mislead the travellers,
trees provide with all the productions, yet stand
to shadow the tired travellers in mid summer
and do not fall for creepers or parasites
animals, environment are benefited in many ways,
in the universe of diversities
here is mere desert full of illusions,
there is green land full of vegetations, flower and fruit
two parallel lines go on forever
that hard cruel never meet an end
your choice is futile here,
under the absurd rule of the earth animal eats animal
attempt goes on between weak and strong to survive
up to the weak gets defeated and dies helplessly,
victory, defeasance gradually vanish
laughing, wailing lie under thick dusts
no one nowhere -
some robots roam and rush in the dark or stand still
some meaningless sounds resound
either sighing or roaring laughter is not perceived,
history, civilization fall down,
the lamp burns itself to remove darkness
the flame burns alls that around.
(c) Oke.
Poetry from the Skies:
There was poetry up in the skies before we
learned to write
Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong
winds might
Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned
down by the clouds
As such when it sings the green vegetations
all bows
There was poetry long before we learned to
walk or hear
Drums that tender softly beats that is far but
near
A brief gaiety that sounds across the heavens
Heard passionately even when it stills at
nights
There is poetry down this little African hill
Maybe it was the hyenas laugh sounding
near the mill
What is there, that there is no poetry in?
A flying stone sings heartily till it lands in a
swing
The infant here draws lines in his Arcadian
mind
If you cant find poems around you listen to
the sky!
A new day has arrived
The sky, ripe enough to bring forth its shine
Vegetations appearing greener than ever
Swaying happily in anticipation of the sun rise
The lingering dew of the cold night
They rhythmically shake off
Then the cock leaves its shelter
The hen exits her brooding house
With her chicks clustered around her
Eat we must, die we mustn’t
After all it’s the dawn of a new day
Partly in appreciation of the new dawn
The cock and family recite their daily prayers
Anticipating their morning ration
As they gather before the farmhouse door
Loudly they chant now for food
It’s the dawn of a new day
Jutting far beyond date palms and dunes,
East of somewhere and west of nowhere,
Bound by rocks along sparse vegetations,
Endless rows of towering tors and ridges,
Lonely backdrop against cloudless skies,
Silent sentries amidst desolate wasteland.
NIGER DELTA
The Atlantic Ocean is your neighbor,
With its marine creatures in them
Your vegetations are your pride.
But the God of creation kept back something
In your earth, yes the black GOLD.
These have attracted the good the bad in
The name Exploration
Is exploration for the good all your children,
Still pursued, or the exploitation for the benefit of few
Every day vessels are loading out but none is
Offloading foods and drugs for your children
Deltas are howling for justice and equity
But the explorers and exploiters demand peace
Will it be too much to get schools, roads, and water
In exchanged for the black GOLD As a sign of justice
Will hostage taking bring development NO Deltas
But dialogue will, never stop crying for your Dues
Tell them it your rights and not privilege
For JUSTICE brings peace and not peace justice
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles
Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon
Rains in seasons in the rainforest
Wildest plantations, lush vegetations
The mighty oaks, cedars, and irokos
Our is the heights, the pinnacles
Kilimanjaro, a supral-archectrural piece
Olumo, a refuge, a fortess and a stronghold
The towering Zuma rocks, Idanre hills, and the Mambilia plateau
Ours is the depth, the length
The Nile, the Niger, aquatic splendour
The riches of the earth depth, oil diamond and gold
To us belong the ageless heritages, a living culture
The talking drums, the festivals and the dances
Ours are fashion and style, regal and noble,
Batik, adire, kente, Ankara and aso-oke
And flowing African milk, palmwine, burukutu
Ogogoro, kunnu, fura de nunu.
And to us the millennium bestowed
Welcome to Africa, the motherland Nigeria.
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