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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#13 Summer |
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Hello Poets; The longest day, in the Northern Hemisphere, makes the beginning of summer and the season of fruits and crops ripening, tennis and cricket, music festivals, holidays, ice cream, carnivals and high pollen. The theme challenge therefore is for your reflections on summer, including the sneezes of hay-fever. Happy Quilling and Blessings to All Jem XXXX |
Summer
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Divena CollinsO` thee summerr ys a cummen When thee flowres bloome soe fayre Huney bees shalt bee a hummen A swete gentel mornynge prayere. O` ye gentel breezes blowyn Hydes thy dewdrops crystel teares As thee buds of love art growyn They shalt banishe all thy feares O` ye dawne shalt nowe awakyn Ande thee song byrdes still chatter Love shalt not e`er bee forsakyn Dreames remayne for e-er afterr. ----- Summer Blossom - Rosarian Sonnet Too soon thy tiny buds of may shalt bloom To awaken from the darkness within thy womb Thy shalt feel the sacred sun now upon thy face Nurtured fragile petals throughout this glade Protecting scented blossoms within thy shade; How serene they droop gently from the boughs How this gift of heavenly blossoms doth arouse This seasonal summer solstice within thy grace Thou who lay dormant within cold winters frost Awakened and flourished with ne-er a bud lost; Of pretty pink flowers that blossom and grow When birds nest within thee to sing their song I would sit and listen the whole summer long What pleasure you bring thy charm to bestow.  back to list |
Maggie CusickHere in the valley just beyond the rushing fall so long ago when first we met a time of rash youth and madness a time when our true love was born which would last for eternity Through the long golden summer we clung as we danced lingered in softness of moonlight bathed in the newness of romance no one but you and me on earth to enjoy the beauty of love The coming of autumn brought shadows of your past as slowly our music ended at coming of night I waited through the lonely dreary darkness but knew in my heart you were gone  back to list |
Jem FarmerAs the sun rises, animals and trees Rejoice the season of life Deer are dancing in the forest glade To cicada waltzes played in the meadowland And the tawny owl hides in the viridian leaves. Rainbows of colour ripple in rivers Trout and salmon, swimming upstream In celebration of the summer, In celebration of living, In love. Yet one place remains dark, Encased in frosted ice and snow, A gnarled oak tree with no song to sing, Excluded from the sun’s living rays, A place untouched by love. Steely eyes staring from the darkness Seeing nothing but wars of sorrow, Yielding to the fates of destruction A gateway to nothing: Where I end my days.  Coffee and Toast Carbon casing Aromatic grinds echoing thunder A wake-up call Remains of last night Waiting in stainless steel And water streams Lavender smiles As candlelight recalls A savoury morsel Empty glasses Gleam in the sunshine A shared bottle of wine Hands warmed in lather Swirling white china Left to drain Graffiti grey shell Enwrapped ice-fuelled core Declares I love you Orbs of citrus fruit Drained of juices Refresh the mind White crumbs scatter Across the pine Of churned milk’s caress Summer mornings Of alfresco breakfasts And all I need is you..  ----- Echoes of Wind Chimes On the summer breeze echoes of wind chimes, Inspire love as purple hues of sunset Lead the roaming our hearts never forget, And we recall so many summer times, In romantic words and Shakespeare’s old rhymes, While we share another glass of white wine, In a sensual touch of that love divine, Eyes tell more than a body gesture mimes. When the air of night upon Earth descends With starlight singing a different tune We shall dance once again beneath the moon Into the night as lunar light ascends And should we dare to dream and take a chance We can find the realms of summer romance. ----- Postkart zu einem Freund A post card sent to you, my dearest friend, As azure skies now blend into twilight, An end to this another sunny day, And I can feel the scent of Black Forest trees Relaxing aches within my hiking limbs. Those limbs that climbed upon the mountainside Then stood to hear a yodel for a goat My camera captured the snowy peaks So we can share the view when I get home Until then dearest friend I say adieu!  ----- Village Fete Humming bees and lavender define A summer’s day as children play upon the green Building daisy chains of forget-me-nots And cicadas sing among the grass That grows wildly in the park. Foaming froths of ginger beer Cheer the child while mum and dad sip tea Cream teas in the marquee for one and nine Spin the wheel for a penny And win a bottle of wine Tombola turns the raffle prize A jumble of clothes for sixpence Find a treasure with a threepenny bit The joy of bric-a-brac has no measure With memories of times gone by.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleNoisy children dance and play in the leaves Whilst I am locked here inside my glass jar The life outside seems so far, far, far away And the cool, morning air will soon turn warm I envy the Rosellas; they always seem so alive, As each morning their chorus greets us So we may begin our more humdrum existence Whilst they will swoop and play in the heavens. I believe if I were a bird I would become sane Able to feel the pleasure of beautiful things Taken for granted in mans impatient search For physical release and mental gratification.  ----- Grey Gums, Hagley Rd Approaching sunset birds return discussions nesting cacophony Motorists unaware traffic lights duff duff verses tweet tweet indifference Yank tourists listen watching with cameras snap and movies creating memories. back to list |
Liz Rulecrows squabble over the golden wheat - gathering storm diving into the sun ... mountain lake pecking birds - brown leaves skip and settle in a gust of wind road work everywhere I go... it must be summer sunset moonrise walking at dusk with two shadows thunderhead the heart of the flower deepening pink watching parched trees walk out of the water - heat haze First publishing rights Notes from the Gean vol 2, issue 4, March 2011 ----- The Park Keeper Takes a Sickie Warmen up a bit today - perfect summer weather - the worst kind! They’ll be out in their droves - "enjoyen the sunshine" they call it; "annoyen shit out of me" I call it. I can see it now - mothers with their flippen lids picnicking on my lawn - mind you... some of those sheilas are real lookers - I might get a chance to take a bit of an optic if I’m not kept too busy cleanen up their mess. Frisbees! Now who invented frisbees? Every kid has one and they always end up in the damnedest of places - high in a tall tree or in the middle of the lake - and who do ya think they expect to fetch it for them? On second thoughts, maybe I’ll take a sickie today - come to think of it, I’m feelen real crook - me ticker’s not what it used to be - just the thought of climben trees to extract those frisbees, gives me the palpitations - And I’m sure to get wet fetchen them outta the lake - those little monsters throw them in deliberately, just to get me goat - I could catch me death of cold! I’ve always had weak bronichals, ya know, and me doctor tells me I have pulmonary lungs, and a gastric stomach. I’ve suffered from that most of me life... And what if one of those kids wades into the water and drowns? They’ll sue me! Sue me for all I’ve got! It will be the ruin of me! No...I’m just goen to have a good lie down for the day - safer that way, I think. That sun could give me heat stroke. "Luv, couldya bring me a nice cuppa tea and a Disprin? Yes... here on the couch - I might be gunna have a stroke, ya know. Oh... and wouldya run down to the pub for me? Yes, and buy me a dozen tinnies - I’ll need them to keep me strength up... I have to work tomorrow, ya know..." Flippen lids rhyming slang kids Sheilas Australian slang the female of the species Optic rhyming slang = optic nerve = purve = to look at sheilas Sickie Australian slang leave from work taken due to illness Get me goat slang annoy, infuriate Bronichals = bronchial tubes Disprin = a brand of soluble aspirin Tinnies Australian slang cans of beer ----- The Sign I'm often asked how I lost my leg, the tale is strange to tell; strolling the beach one summer day, I saw some stumps, and a sign as well on the furthermost stump many yards from shore; I waded out to see what it said; "Watch out for crocodiles" I read. Chomp! I guess I wasn't tasty 'cos he never came back for more.  ----- Trip to Williamstown Beach As the sun rises through red and orange to yellow, the temperature climbs to 100 degrees in the shade; we take our new Austin to Williamstown’s esplanade to join the crowds that wade in the waters shallow, or recline in the sand under cover of coloured umbrella, quaffing bottles of ale and lemonade; we kids build castles of sand with bucket and spade, and in the cool of blue-green waters wallow. We laugh as seagulls squabble and squawk over scraps, and watch as ships sail by on the rim of the world; we chase each other with pungent seaweed, curled and dried by the scorching sun into leathered straps. Reluctant, we leave, as the sun dips and colours the foam, To the strains of Dad’s favourite song "show me the way to go home".  back to list |
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