Arrival Of Summer
The arrival of summer,
everyone is full of cheer.
The colours of the flowers
springing up everywhere.
Smiling faces greet the sunshine
everywhere you go.
It wraps itself around you
just to let you know
summer is here.
23-24 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Warm Winds And Gentle Rains
The buds of spring are a beginning
for the green leaves of summer
and the sparkling colours
that will soon greet our eyes.
The warm winds and gentle rains
will remove the harshness of winter’s gloom
and help the birth of new flowers blooms.
We’ll leave behind the long darkness
as we wake to days of summer’s sun.
The feelings of goodness
will inherit the heart
and smiles will ring out
with the warmth of colours
that will greet our eyes.
25-26 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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You Bring Me Sunshine And Smiles
A small room with satin sheets
The flowers you picked today
Your fine sensual ways about you
Makes me forever wish to stay
You Bring Me Sunshine And Smiles
Your hand reaches out to greet me
Your full breast holds me so near
No doubt I care so much for you
You always bring me so much cheer
You Bring Me Sunshine And Smiles
poem by Suelynn Walters
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The Arrival
A splendid arrival.
With such great stories of surrvival.
We now know what's been done.
Through all the days that have come and gone.
I am so happy that now it's done.
The hard pressed waiting,
while the years have spun.
No longer feeling cold and shunned.
With your arrival here the day is won.
So tell me now what went so wrong.
I guess it doesn't matter now that you have come.
My heart is beating now with boiusterous song.
Your arrival here took so very long.
With such great cheer you now are here.
I have no need for petty fears.
That you'd ever leave me here in bitter tears.
So we'll join in blissful days.
I need to feel your loving gaze.
Your arrival here has brought bright rays.
Of brilliant sunshine that's here to stay.
poem by Michael McParland
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Summer
The sun’s finger,
drifts through my window everyday.
It warms the room
and the person sitting there.
He stands by the window
looking out at the world
with joyous voices
hailing summer fair.
All the flowers
in the garden
sparkle the day
with colour there.
There are no tears
of sorrow,
only laughter and joy
knowing summer is here.
The world seems alive
with song and colours
coming from here and there
now that summer is here.
The throes that winter brought
have vanished with the sun.
Little birds greet each morning
with the waking of the sun.
poem by David Harris
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A Queen Was Born
The day you were born,
The morning was blessed
With a golden sunshine...
The birds sang joyfully
Celebrating your arrival...
The flowers bloomed majestically
Full of emotion
Due to this special occasion...
When the night arrived,
The smiling moon
Along with the stars,
Danced in your honor
Because a Queen was born...
The essence of love and beauty
Took a new meaning,
Since you were an angel
Coming to life in a human's form...
The world stood still
At the sound of your first cry...
Miracle I can not describe
Only God can,
With a wide smile,
Of his great creation
He was very proud...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Sunshine Sunshine
Sounds of laughter here comes sunshine
Smiling faces all around
They possess you bless you sunshine
Now you can never let them down
I say sunshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Is that a cloud across your smile or did you dream again last night
Its best you rest inside a while as blue doesnt seem to suit you right
Things aint what they used to be pain and rain and misery
Illness in the family and sunshine means a lot to me
I say sunshine
But could it be sunshine is drifting with midnight
And lonely when everyones gone
Blue crystal spirits and gardens in moonlight
Leave weak alone and bleak all quiet and grey by dawn
Sunshine sunshine
Rising to late to chase the cold and failing to change the frost to dew
Shes trading her mood of yellow gold for frost bitten shades of silver
Blue
Friends and lovers past and gone and no-one waiting further on
Im running short of things to be and sunshine means quiet a lot to me
I say sunshine... sunshine
song performed by by James Taylor
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Mother Nature
For seasons of life
Each one different
In its majestic wake
Spring
The beginnings of life
Were flowers come to breath?
On a field full of dreams
Butterfly's flutter
Their brilliance in flight
A cycle of life
That gives meaning to life
Summer
Its gentle breeze
Wave's the fields of corn
Its beauty of nature
Grows its colours of gold
The sun shines down
On children at play
As the days drift by
Colours spring to life
Autumn
Golden rays of sunshine
Moves across the fields
Capturing the colours
Of summers falling leaves
Mystical dew drops
Cling to the leaves
As showers and thunder
Cascade upon dead leaves
Winter
Its barren life no more
But buried underground
Beats a life Mother Nature hordes
Then just when you think
There is no life no more
The cycle of life
Begins again once more
Were Mother Nature welcomes
Springtime once more
poem by Kaila George
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Portulacca
As soon as I open my eyes,
I quietly rush to the balcony,
And watch with bated breath
As the Sun rises.
Dainty Portulacca come to life,
As if to say Hi.
In their vibrant hues and colours:
Yellow pink, red and orange flowers,
In small pots lined in a row,
Full of light and glow.
Enchanted, I watch them for a while
And feel happy and smile.
As I gently spray them with showers,
I am filled with a sense of wonder.
How these delicate flowers can be so sturdy,
And keep blooming despite hot dry winds,
Which makes us humans wilt,
I thought with a little guilt.
It’s really thoughtful of God,
To send these flowers when it’s so hot.
As the heat becomes too much to bear
These pretty flowers fill me with cheer.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Delightful Sight
Buttercup and celandine,
Thrust upwards through the soil.
Tempted by the warm sunshine,
To join the bright trefoil.
These flowers of spring beneath the feet,
Are glorious blooms to view.
Their gentle faces tilt up and greet,
The dawn of each day, new.
Under the trees they're shaded,
From the summer's burning heat.
In splendour they are paraded,
To make the meadows sweet.
So frail and delicate they seem
But their strength is hidden away.
A beautiful creation so supreme,
They hold you in their sway.
How these small plants lift spirits high,
They are a delightful sight.
A pleasure sent to charm the eye,
And such memories to invite.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Blossoming
Tight new buds are bursting forth,
to dress the nude lands around.
Shrubs and trees are awakened,
above the now warming ground.
Each growing gently stronger,
as the spring days slip on by.
Blossoming with such merit,
whilst they’re smiling at the sky.
Their colours have great richness,
they glow in the strong sunshine.
And hearts are so uplifted,
when all the lush hues combine.
Truly glorious visions,
as fresh shoots race to achieve.
They welcome in the summer,
for sheer beauty they do weave.
Bursting forth are new tight buds,
this noble earth to embrace.
And wondrous plants and flowers,
will fashion it with their grace.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Early Works - Where Are The Days
What happened to the days of Bangor,
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, flowers and beads?
What happen to the roads we took
with smiling faces blank on grass?
What happened to the sunshine
we thought would never set?
What happened?
Where are the days of loving youth
of flowers, beads and banners high?
Where are the days of cartoon Beatles
when all you needed was love?
Where are the days?
Where have they gone?
26,27,28 February 1980
poem by David Harris
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Early Morning
Flowers grow wild, full of drops of dew
when the sun comes loving over the hillocks
the silver white twilight stays as it lingers
when the sun is orange presents is most lovely colours
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
When the sun peeks in brightly through the window
dots fall splashing over the floor,
outside the heaven is blue, the veldt is open
as if in this summer you can walk for miles
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
Outside its suddenly bright shiny day
when you wait with a cup of coffee,
your curls catch my eye, glitter very fine
when you laugh happy, your face full of sunshine
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Summer is when we are free
School is over until it's time to go back. Summer is for havibgfun. Being free and smiling at our life. Summer come only once every year. So don't waste anytime. Because the days go so fast. We can't keep up and take each day one at a time. We make the best of everyday. It's time to put aways the books. And get out the thingd that make summer fun. Summer is the time to be lazy and just doing nothitng that is what summer is all about. written 1/17/09 Posted 4/25/10
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Wonderful Bologna
Wonderful Bologna
In your summer wishing
Like bouquets corona
With no color missing
Love songs for flowers
In the breezy wind blow
Your nearness empowers
On city streets glow
All people walking by
In gladness’s mood
Opening up sunshine sky
With their laugh attitude
Softness of shading
Beneath every footstep
All enjoyment abounding
For fresh summer prep
Wonderful spring city
Every aspect there found
Only joy that’s pretty
When gladness comes around
With crocuses growing
In tomorrow’s full blossom
When to summer we’re going
Full of hue that’s awesome
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Dawn Breaking
Dawn brought a ray of sunshine
and a light mist above the bay.
A ray of hope for everyone
for a bright new summer day.
Flowers slowly opened their petals,
spreading beautiful colours everywhere.
A patchwork quilt of wonder,
coming alive before our eyes,
with the dawn breaking
across the dark night skies.
poem by David Harris
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A Seasoned Year
After summer on each summer leaf
Various hues the season bequeath
Of golden-red and orange-yellow
They spiral down to rest in fallow
Next season brings cold on it’s breath
Of warm temperatures winter has theft
Snowflakes knit a blanket of white
Ice storms make you shiver in fright
Wildlife awakens in short hours
Fragrance hints at blooming flowers
Springing roots deep in the ground
Breathtaking colors make you spellbound
Warmth’s arrival on whispering winds
The rays of sun licking burnt skins
Placid waters offer cool shelter from heat
Summer’s busy melody creates a hot beat
All seasons in turn make memories in time
Annually great and always sublime
Different they be together they stand
Making the passing years truly grand
poem by Amber Mitchell
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Summer Sun
The scent of fresh cut grass
wafts through the air
adding to all the fragrances
that are already there.
It’s summer again
and every flower’s leaf
is soaking up the sun,
enjoying the warming rays
for another day.
Tomorrow it might rain
and they’ll have a long
and cool refreshing drink,
but for today, the sunshine
is warm to the touch
brining smiling faces
to all who enjoy it there.
7 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Springs Arrival and Winter Thaw
the sun rises to greet the morning
the ground dew only winters thaw
soft to the touch of the hand
leaves and flowers spread out
centre picture of the setting scene
springs arrival postcard of the season
birds return to roost in trees
naked branches now filling up
rainfall fresh and awakening
its a new beginning, new life
something to grow into
the daylight lasts longer
and the air smells fresher
winter melts away slowly
with the arrival of spring
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My world is beautiful!
My world is beautiful,
My worlds are beautiful,
Always it will,
Life is full of Nature's bounties
My sweet mother caress and
cares me,
Me and my friends, We look beautiful with what she
gave us,
We make our world happy and
beautiful,
Not worrying,
what she didn't give! I and my friends play hide and
seek,
Colourful butterfly,
Hide behind Flowers,
How thrilling to find these flying
flowers, butterflies dancing to my Heart's silent song! Flowers filling perfume to air,
Adding colours to life,
Shining Sun make them bright,
Lonesome dove sings at dawn,
Goodmorning dear,
Wake up and look at the world, sailing clouds say,
' have a nice day'
Gentle breeze keeping us cool,
Plants swing to my silent song! Flowers smiling in my lap,
Filling my heart with joy,
Dove fly around me and sings in
ears,
Look at smiling innocent flowers,
They smile at you, Though you kill them,
Separating their mother,
Listen to silent cry of plants,
Silent mourning of butterflies,
Can't you mourn,
yes now I am mourning and my heart weeps at death of smiling
flowers! Taking oath in presence of my
friends,
'Never will I kill flowers '!
my days will be more happy and
nice,
With playful smile of flowers!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Sigh
Evening sunshine never
Solace to my window bears,
Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;-
Here are shadows ever.
Sunshine freely falling,
Wilt thou not my chamber find?
Here some rays would reach a mind,
'Mid the dark appalling.
Morning sunshine's gladness,
Oh, thou art my childhood bright;
While
thou
playest pure and white,
I
would weep in sadness.
Evening sunshine's whiling,
Oh, thou art the wise man's rest;-
Farther on! Then from the west
Greet my window smiling!
Morning sunshine's singing,
Oh, thou art the fantasy
That the sun-glad world lifts free,
Past my powers' winging.
Evening sunshine's quiet,
Thou art more than wisdom's rest,
Christian faith glows in thee blest:
Calm my soul's wild riot!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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