Long Summer Poems
#summer
Gloriously Smoking "FAKE" Early Boyhood
Yah, ma brew their,
and American sister golden hair -
afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
yea when yar whiz jist a bay
bee, hun me
verily hoppy goo
loo key lil boy whar 'r each day
o'r flowed with giddiness oot nar the
secluded Harris estuary
frolicked amidst muscled shoals
gnome hatter sky turned
f'ty shades o' gray
hawk cool when
barf heat squished sand
hall lung pristine beach hooray
ah...those memories (hmm...oh...well)
wii ch war newt mine,...
and American sister golden hair -
afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
yea when yar whiz jist a bay
bee, hun me
verily hoppy goo
loo key lil boy whar 'r each day
o'r flowed with giddiness oot nar the
secluded Harris estuary
frolicked amidst muscled shoals
gnome hatter sky turned
f'ty shades o' gray
hawk cool when
barf heat squished sand
hall lung pristine beach hooray
ah...those memories (hmm...oh...well)
wii ch war newt mine,...
#summer
#night
#fate
#LifeCycle
#luck
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i am the grass and i feel everythng
i am the grass, sitting here passively in different shades of friendly green
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
passive, strands of hair live...
#earth
#summer
#winter #spring
#winter #spring
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Seduction in the Orange Groves
In rows of citrus trees the workers tend
My fam’ly’s enterprise a century.
Among Valencia where I would fend,
And since I came of age they all could see—
The girl-turned-woman child is like an orange,
With flesh as smooth & scented of its bloom.
Don’t ever taste the skin of burnished orb;
Must leave the tree, deny of its perfume.
They also knew the foreman had his sight
To pluck the succulent from off the tree.
He could not reckon such a dare would bite,
How willingly to tempt the Fates was he.
Yet to his nerve...
My fam’ly’s enterprise a century.
Among Valencia where I would fend,
And since I came of age they all could see—
The girl-turned-woman child is like an orange,
With flesh as smooth & scented of its bloom.
Don’t ever taste the skin of burnished orb;
Must leave the tree, deny of its perfume.
They also knew the foreman had his sight
To pluck the succulent from off the tree.
He could not reckon such a dare would bite,
How willingly to tempt the Fates was he.
Yet to his nerve...
#lust
#erotic
#summer
#fall
#lover
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LoveDeathFood (in a) SummerWind
y'see? it's all a part and apart of
that Big Trouble
spinnin'about
Out There..........
in Here, there's Nothin Doin............"believe You me"
b u t
t h e r e
are them things eye see so sudden'like,
and always see
when
no one else is looking, let alone Being,
in this sweet pernicious alonesomeness that is
...
that Big Trouble
spinnin'about
Out There..........
in Here, there's Nothin Doin............"believe You me"
b u t
t h e r e
are them things eye see so sudden'like,
and always see
when
no one else is looking, let alone Being,
in this sweet pernicious alonesomeness that is
...
#love
#death
#summer
#wind
#food
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Untitled ruminations upon the cyclic nature of arriving and departing seasons
Summer is here, again
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
#summer
#morning
#night #LifeCycle
#night #LifeCycle
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Closing the Door on Summer
The green days of summer prove themselves
To be much longer than the attention span
Of the kids running in and out of the house
Allowing flies, as fickle as children, to come in
By chance or with purpose
Once inside they buzz around the room
Like crop dusters surveying the terrain
Before finally congregating on the windows
Wishing that they could be outside again
Their annoying buzz demands my attention
But the children are oblivious to such minor irritants
And it seems as though I have told them a dozen times,
“You kids get...
To be much longer than the attention span
Of the kids running in and out of the house
Allowing flies, as fickle as children, to come in
By chance or with purpose
Once inside they buzz around the room
Like crop dusters surveying the terrain
Before finally congregating on the windows
Wishing that they could be outside again
Their annoying buzz demands my attention
But the children are oblivious to such minor irritants
And it seems as though I have told them a dozen times,
“You kids get...
#children
#summer
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Corazon
I remember the humid summer nights
The twin cities lit up with lights
The flow of the mighty Mississippi
Right insight
The moon and the mid night
And two lovers
nothings wrong everything is right
You plant soft kiss upon me
Something yet I've never known
You hold me so close tell me I'm home
I crumble in your embrace
You know I'm yours
My hands slide over your curves
And you start to purr
Speaking in this beautiful Spanish
Right into my ear
I'm a puddle of mud
My heart thuds and thuds ...
The twin cities lit up with lights
The flow of the mighty Mississippi
Right insight
The moon and the mid night
And two lovers
nothings wrong everything is right
You plant soft kiss upon me
Something yet I've never known
You hold me so close tell me I'm home
I crumble in your embrace
You know I'm yours
My hands slide over your curves
And you start to purr
Speaking in this beautiful Spanish
Right into my ear
I'm a puddle of mud
My heart thuds and thuds ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#summer
#lover
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where real men love
summer's daisies
have all lost their petals
to the cold winter's chill
they are reminiscent
of our lust, love affair
vibrant & bright
then faded like my beauty
at first frost
with a cold shoulder
you turned away
as my youth's last bloom wilted
& dropped
i lovingly press this fallen blossom
in my...
have all lost their petals
to the cold winter's chill
they are reminiscent
of our lust, love affair
vibrant & bright
then faded like my beauty
at first frost
with a cold shoulder
you turned away
as my youth's last bloom wilted
& dropped
i lovingly press this fallen blossom
in my...
#love
#lust
#flowers
#summer
#passion
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A warm smile is one beyond compare
Can i count on you to call me home
black sparrow
you don’t really know someone until you make their toes curl
pulling their head back
with hair
cumming in them
biting their
tender
bottom lip
tasting their saliva
while they quiver
around your epidermis
leave the house smelling like
green winter frost
from a bottle of dial hand soap
wrecked bicycles outside
but your second favorite was stolen
son of a bitch…
like you're a brown cigarette butt ...
black sparrow
you don’t really know someone until you make their toes curl
pulling their head back
with hair
cumming in them
biting their
tender
bottom lip
tasting their saliva
while they quiver
around your epidermis
leave the house smelling like
green winter frost
from a bottle of dial hand soap
wrecked bicycles outside
but your second favorite was stolen
son of a bitch…
like you're a brown cigarette butt ...
#summer
#TimeHeals
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia
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DU Poetry : Long Summer Poems