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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#09 Summer Madness |
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Hello Poets; Tomorrow is the 1st May, May Day or Beltaine here in the UK. It is the beginning of summer, and the heat is on already. The rose bushes in my garden are heavy with tight little buds ready to burst into a glory of colour and fragrance. Evenings are scented by the aroma of barbecues and jasmine, a heady combination indeed. The constant chitter of a nest of chicks keeps me company while I work while mum and dad frollick in the bird bath. So to the theme challenge - yeah you guessed it summer!
Jem XXXX |
Summer Madness
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Kathy AndersonJust as April showers bring May flowers told So comes the June bugs and the fireflies gold All creatures great or small renew in each wold Deer wander far and wide no matter the land Even where the city dwellers make their strands Of houses, shops and businesses they think grand Nature has the toughest hold we can't deny Though as Summers go it always seems to fly Too brief a season, too brief as lovers sky Today there is a Milk Moon, tomorrow Rose For many are the names under skies we know So may the strawberry scented days ne'er go back to list |
Divena CollinsOh thee summerr ys a cummen Wen they flowres bloom soe fayre Huney bees shalt bee a hummen A swete gentel mornynge prayere. Oh ye gentel breezes blowen Hydes thy dewdrops gentel teares As thee buds of love art growen They shalt banysh all thy feares. Oh ye dawne shall nowe awaken Ande thee song byrdes shall chatter Love shalt not e`er bee forsayken Dreames remayne for e`er afterr.  ----- Silken Threads Caught in a web within a silken thread, This woven death trap her perilous fate With not much time left to contemplate Her final moments now filled with dread What wonders these spiders then weave To lure their victims in anguish to grieve; Of Dewdrops on lace as her woven nest Intricate patterns designed to impress Tangled imprisonment a victim to injest Awaiting her chance to escape no less.  ----- Summer Blossom - Rosarian Sonnet Too soon thy tiny buds of may shalt but 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 this whole summer long What pleasure you bring and charm you bestow.  ----- Summer Fantasy How calm the breeze of warm summer days Sweetness is the scent of a perfumed rose She lay down her head there in sweet repose By the still of water within mists of haze; What dreams are within a restless mind She may wish for a lover gentle and kind Within a floating mirror of the lily pond It is there her image of him should appear For her cherished love now and beyond Awakens in a fantasy so true and clear.  back to list |
Jem FarmerI’m counting calories each time I eat, Trying to reduce the size of my bum, Been touching my toes to a rhythmic beat And masticating on sugar-free gum To ease the burden of choccy delights That beat my will power on winter nights. In the summer the rule is to be thin The bikini clad figure can’t be fat, When will I learn to say ‘to hell with that I am content with the skin I am in.’ back to list |
Peggy NelsonEverything you have done, even the slightest touch Be it here with me or in splendorous dreams to blush Summers colorful array of soft flowers drift and fall in Making fragile forces of your love inserted deep within I confess the tender loving ways you have held me close, Keeps me shinning and always longing more to transpose No thunder nor lighting will ever erupt, keeping us apart Taking fondest memories of our passions from the start, When your love smiles and eyes of wants broke the silence We knowingly drifted and fell into blissful hypnotic trance Slide into your imagination baby and invade my dreams Come to me with your gentle breezes and help toss out fears Encase my soul, bring onto me timeless treasures with you Paint magical overflowing designs upon my every dream All dreams shared with you excite me through and through I pause remembering monumental hours of your laughter That happened with powers held within your heart and soul As darkness covers the day and heavens candle lights glow I’ll drift into another world beyond earthlings humiliations Till tomorrow; I’ll caress the marvelous dreams with you  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleWill you walk with me tonight along the beach? Warm summer walks are well out of reach Wear something warm, it is growing chilly. Autumn is fast approaching winter really. And though more north and setting early It shouldn’t raise any feelings that are surly The suns setting is worthy of a look or two. And still provide a more than Heavenly view. The moon extends her fingers into the waves Giving her everything that she really craves Intimately uniting the Heavens with the sea Touching her nightly where the sun should be. The sea doesn’t regret the suns desire to leave Nor in the morning does she the moon bereave. ----- Eriophora She has no fear of four wheel drives Or young boys being silly on trail bikes Her only problem is during the day When birds are hunting for their food. Each warm evening at dusk I watched As she carefully rebuilt her silky web again. Each night a different pattern across the path Twixt tree and house, a mighty task for her, And each morn gone, save a few strand’s left That bridged the largest gaps of all. I have no fear of her, why should I? She eats the bugs that pester and annoy me And gives me pleasure each time I see her, I am full of admiration for her diligence. But now she has gone, her work is over And winter approaches oh so quickly now. I can only hope the progeny she’s left behind Will prosper and grow as well as her, So that once again on warm summers eves I can watch her daughters perform their art.  ----- In My Garden In my garden, I watched the last apple fall And saw a solitary bee still working there. I was amazed that there was any life at all, That there were still creatures left to care. I would have thought by now they’d gone, Barren, with nothing left alive to carry on. Then I looked again, and suddenly realised That there was life and fresh green leaves, Also certain that winter will take its toll And then I felt the scent, THAT was prized. ----- Seasons A time of life - Summers Mathnawi This period in life is all of natures own A time of life for all and all that is grown. Its splendours surround as new life abounds As flowers awaken and spring up from the ground Fresh fruit is lush and begins to ripen The swelling leaves colour and widely open. All around life is thriving, growing with zest And every plant and every beast is at its best. It can be worn for a while this summer’s crown A time of life for all and all that is grown. A time of rest.........Winters Mathnawi All plants are stripped not at all like their best For this period of time it’s a time of rest. Beneath the earth all are asleep and still Bulbs lay dormant and seeds await natures will. The kernels of trees lie protected in the ground Waiting the time they can at last be unbound. The earth’s energy also needs time to refill The fields lie fallow, gladly paying their bill So for three months nought will disturb Natures rest Because everyone knows the old farmer knows best. ----- Toying with an idea Victoria’s Summertime Ends Know that soon here time will stop For one hour we ignored the clock And all too soon Autumn returns again Bringing with it just a slight respite So we can drive to work in morning light. On Sundays spend time to become sane again Whilst walking along the esplanade each day We are wishing to see nature’s wild display With crashing surf and howling gales Where madness rules with vivid hues Lashing seas scarred with whites and blues. Dashing, crashing on beaches like a sea insane And now the nights are cold and dry With days of warmth and cloudless sky Where whitish sand welcomes timid hues Seagulls boldly scrounge at the tourist’s feet A scene repeated at cafes along the street. And because of boredom makes amusing views There are signs of fall in eastern forests But no throne of flaming colours rustles Instead we see only the Earthy whispers Pining over sweet summer memories And adagios instead of lively rhapsodies Waiting impatiently for Summery vistas. back to list |
Liz Rulethe smell of new-mown hay... birdsong ----- Hot hot dust-laden winds sweep across the Mallee plains - summer storms back to list |
Willowdown & TrinimadeSummer is coming, young birds are singing - they can't wait to see all the bright flowers and leaves on the trees. Bees are a'buzzing in meadow and field, eager to plunder the sweetness they yield. Long days sees children playing til late; no need for Grandma to dress up warm and huddle by the fire-grate - she sits and warms her frail old bones in the afternoon garden and watches the bright sunset, marvelling at all she sees in the flaming West... memories of by-gone days rise up to greet the stars and speed a gentle prayer from her to where out dear Grandpa is telling tales to Angels - that's why they are so late; but here they come, one by one and with them the great Moon, to watch over the sleeping World and little children in their swoon... Summer comes with all her madness, With birds and flowers everywhere; Cotton clothing, strappy sandals And picnics in the open air. Young ones running in the sunshine Under their mothers’ watchful gaze, Lovers hold each other closely, As gramps thinks of the ‘good old days'. Everybody’s tanned and healthy, The sun chases the blues away, Flagging spirits now soar blithely Responding to a summer’s day. Winds are gentle, the sea is calm everything seems safe from harm. In the Land of Eternal Summer Autumn and Winter are pale ghosts and even sorrow may not linger without a lessening of her frown. Gentle Summer in your colourful frock and flowers wove into a crown - the maiden of Spring has become a young woman and in her belly new life is stirring, the seasons are no longer separate souls but mere expressions crossing Her face. With maturity comes wisdom and sorrow yields at last to nobility as men perceive that darkness and light, joy and pain, are just two threads the Lady weaves between her fingers to produce her wonderful tapestry. Beneath her sure touch even death and parting eventually achieve a subtle harmony though mens eyes oft grow weak and cannot see so far... Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer: all are woven on her Loom - movements in a greater tune to which the whole world dances. But Man need be no mere puppet, constrained by birth and circumstance. Gazing far beyond himself he sees the unity if all, rejoicing in subtle glories of the Fall as much as full-blown Summer, relishing the hope of Spring returns anew each kindled year; Winter holds no dread or fear. Summer is coming and with it, Summer's Lord radiant of feature, with shining brow and flaming sword. Rejoice, O World, and sing his name treasure each and every moment for though each one is wrought of gold, none shall ever come again... back to list |
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