Poetry competition CLOSED 26th May 2014 00:48am
WINNER
malin69 (malin)
malin69 (malin)
Summer Time
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White sandy beaches along shorelines
greet the weary travellers
upon their arrival
relaxing moments
follow...
Swimming, parasailing and boating
will keep you fully occupied,
diving beyond coral reefs
gives you
thrills!
Summer
gives energy
to dormant souls
long crippled and wasted,
while the whole world watches.
Relaxation,
complete tranquility,
abundant fresh seafood,
as well as fruits and veggies of the season,
treatment like royalty--once in a lifetime experience!
Orbital Errors
it was one of those evenings
when the unrelenting sun
refused to surrender her sky
to the horizon's twilight embrace
and the breeze's tempered sigh
wafted the scent of lilacs
tempting a past muse;
a summer skin
shed long ago
it was one of those evenings
when the unrelenting sun
refused to surrender her sky
to the horizon's twilight embrace
and the breeze's tempered sigh
wafted the scent of lilacs
tempting a past muse;
a summer skin
shed long ago
With our climate, we haven't got there yet, but when it happens, this is what it's like:
London Summer
High summer.
Trees mob the garden
With a silent green shout,
A frozen explosion of leaves.
The grass lies flat on its back,
Exhausted and yellow,
And the newly-trimmed hedges
Are embarrassed at the shortness of their tonsure.
Now is the time of the fliers:
A gang of gnats lives in the air by the lilac tree,
Bouncing up and down in a continuous, pointless party;
Bees lumber among the flowers,
Solemnly getting on with the job;
Flies buzz chaotically
From one unspeakable meal to another,
And wasps loiter wickedly,
Looking for someone to bully.
Above them all, the swallows,
The brylcreem boys of summer,
Dine sumptuously on fast food
Amid their stylish aerobatics.
And at night, moths,
Skilled at entrances but hopeless at dignified exits,
Whirr against the windows.
Along the towpath,
The crowds sit outside the pubs,
With boiled, shiny faces and bare legs,
Garrulous in the soft air,
And across the river,
Each tree trails a plume of insects from its tip,
The filmy flags of summer
In the fading evening light.
London Summer
High summer.
Trees mob the garden
With a silent green shout,
A frozen explosion of leaves.
The grass lies flat on its back,
Exhausted and yellow,
And the newly-trimmed hedges
Are embarrassed at the shortness of their tonsure.
Now is the time of the fliers:
A gang of gnats lives in the air by the lilac tree,
Bouncing up and down in a continuous, pointless party;
Bees lumber among the flowers,
Solemnly getting on with the job;
Flies buzz chaotically
From one unspeakable meal to another,
And wasps loiter wickedly,
Looking for someone to bully.
Above them all, the swallows,
The brylcreem boys of summer,
Dine sumptuously on fast food
Amid their stylish aerobatics.
And at night, moths,
Skilled at entrances but hopeless at dignified exits,
Whirr against the windows.
Along the towpath,
The crowds sit outside the pubs,
With boiled, shiny faces and bare legs,
Garrulous in the soft air,
And across the river,
Each tree trails a plume of insects from its tip,
The filmy flags of summer
In the fading evening light.
Relics of Summer
we (think we) are relics
of a more innocent age
where we were warmed
by sun tokens
and steeled by dusk's haze
we painted the wind
chasing city sound walls
goading the glittered lights
to outshine us
and the moon to fall
Summer's coming
and she spares no tokens
Summer's coming
mind the fires that you're stoking
we (think we) are relics
of a more innocent age
where we were warmed
by sun tokens
and steeled by dusk's haze
we painted the wind
chasing city sound walls
goading the glittered lights
to outshine us
and the moon to fall
Summer's coming
and she spares no tokens
Summer's coming
mind the fires that you're stoking
we dont have summer where am from..
just sun and more sun from dusk till dawn..
heres my idea of summer
warm days under the sun
clouds apart
sorrows depart
emotions converge
especially by the pool
with every curve they tan
with every beat they move
no time for moods
so no messing with fools
a cold one or fake coconut juice
whichever will do
for as the sun shines through
we are bound to stay loose
make mistakes
fall in love
and most importantly have something to regret when its all over
just sun and more sun from dusk till dawn..
heres my idea of summer
warm days under the sun
clouds apart
sorrows depart
emotions converge
especially by the pool
with every curve they tan
with every beat they move
no time for moods
so no messing with fools
a cold one or fake coconut juice
whichever will do
for as the sun shines through
we are bound to stay loose
make mistakes
fall in love
and most importantly have something to regret when its all over
Summer........again an Electricity Trouble ,
A high rise of billing price ,
As A.C. ,Coolers are on its pride.
And when Global warming is on its peak ,
Then the Human tries to get the solution of its sneeze.
So Summer...........A bit more trouble ,
But not so bad ,
As Ice creams, Cold Drinks are on a good track.
A high rise of billing price ,
As A.C. ,Coolers are on its pride.
And when Global warming is on its peak ,
Then the Human tries to get the solution of its sneeze.
So Summer...........A bit more trouble ,
But not so bad ,
As Ice creams, Cold Drinks are on a good track.
Anonymous
The boob tube girls
I see them walking past the bus windows
the 'boob tube' girls;
the blonde-haired-blue-eyed
angels of the suburbs
the tight bodied advocates of skin,
sensuality; heat
emancipated in stomachs
exposed to the world
tan-line pants cradling peaches
creamed together with promise,
the apple-chewers and spitters
onto paths that gleam their names
and it's not that I'm jealous
of the creatures that can pull off
toffee skin and white chocolate hair
with those sweet cone coverings
or the bee-sting chests
that barely exist in comparison
to the more voluptuous
protrusions of myself
I just wonder what it would be like
to not be shackled to a bra,
to feel the empowerment
of lace-less fabric
on a hot summer's day,
to wave for a bus without fear
of falling out, or falling in
to the eye-lines of unsuspecting men.
You see, I put it to you
that bras are the only thing
standing in the way
of every woman's worth
and men, I bid how lucky you are
to go into a shop, a bathroom,
without wearing
a god damn shirt.
I see them walking past the bus windows
the 'boob tube' girls;
the blonde-haired-blue-eyed
angels of the suburbs
the tight bodied advocates of skin,
sensuality; heat
emancipated in stomachs
exposed to the world
tan-line pants cradling peaches
creamed together with promise,
the apple-chewers and spitters
onto paths that gleam their names
and it's not that I'm jealous
of the creatures that can pull off
toffee skin and white chocolate hair
with those sweet cone coverings
or the bee-sting chests
that barely exist in comparison
to the more voluptuous
protrusions of myself
I just wonder what it would be like
to not be shackled to a bra,
to feel the empowerment
of lace-less fabric
on a hot summer's day,
to wave for a bus without fear
of falling out, or falling in
to the eye-lines of unsuspecting men.
You see, I put it to you
that bras are the only thing
standing in the way
of every woman's worth
and men, I bid how lucky you are
to go into a shop, a bathroom,
without wearing
a god damn shirt.
