It's raining again
what a difference from the other week
when we were basking in hot sunshine
people were laying down on beaches
enjoying barbecues and bottles of wine.
But now all it does is pour with rain
so instead of flip flops it's wellies
people are walking about with umbrellas
or staying indoors glued to their telly's.
Early summer tans are slowly fading away
as the heating gets turned back on again
families who decided to holiday in England
now wish they'd booked to go away to Spain.
But the British weather is so unpredictable
and it has a habit of making us look like a fool
because we go out dressed like we're in Barbados
then get a good soaking and we forgot to pack a cagoule!
poem by Kevin Halls
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It's not even Summer yet
Can't quite believe the weather
it's gone from wet to hot and sunny
so there's no need to go away on holiday
just stay at home and save your money.
Folk are walking about half naked
as if they're on a beach in St.Tropez
but they forget that this is England
so it could rain tomorrow or even today.
But people make the best of it now
so out come the shorts and flip flops
and women can't wait to show off their figures
even if they're only popping down to the shops.
But just when we're getting used to it
and we've got ourselves a nice decent tan
down comes the rain with a vengeance
so your stuck for days inside your tent or caravan.
But don't you just love the British weather
when you can get all four seasons in one day
but hang on a minute it's not even Summer yet
as we are only in the merry month of May!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Summer! ! !
last day
bell rings
kids say
and angels sing
ITS SUMMER
tank tops
dark tans
flip-flops
electric fans
ITS SUMMER
sunshine
cool shades
tanlines
big parades
ITS SUMMER
memories
photographs
we all say cheese
but it wont last
ITS SUMMER
poem by E.A. England
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Better At The Buttom
I'm just a flip-flops,
A really cute one,
& you're just normal,
that everyone has.
I am just lying,
but I wish its true,
for me to be a flip-flops,
A really cute one.
I wish you know
Why I'm doing this poem.
For you to be touched,
Throughout your life.
In your every single-step,
You improve a lot.
I'm just a flip-flops
that supports you a lot.
Continue your dreams,
take me as your mentor.
I'm just a flip-flops
And I wish it's true
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Liquid Sunshine And Powdered Rain
When we go on holiday
we like to see a bright sun above,
but there are occasions when
we are treated to liquid sunshine and powdered rain.
Sometimes the seasons get mixed up
and summer comes late
and other times winter calls
in the middle of the year.
There are even times when
each season will visit us each day.
However when you are on holiday
you enjoy it without a care.
Early in the morning you get powdered rain
and by mid morning the liquid sunshine calls.
Before the evening falls
you feel the warm rays of the sun.
No one can predict the weather,
we have to take it as it comes.
When you go on holiday
just go out and have some fun.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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The First Rain of Monsoon
In the month of May
The Summer does sway
The first rain of Monsoon
The drizzling started very soon
The weather is so pleasing
In the evening
The breeze is blowing
the leaves are hovering
At the tender touch of rain drops
Rain is good for upcoming crops
The nature get rejuvenated
Spirit of living life elevated
Water in the form of rain
Never goes in vain
Whether India, England or Spain
People wish rain to come again
Pouring in the valleys, raining in the plain
The thirsty Earth values the rain
After the rain sky is clear
The shining leaves become dear
Listen to the music of nature
New melody of every creature
Flattering of the leaves together
Soft gargling sound of water
Enjoying the rain with pleasure
Writing poem on beauty of nature
Shashikant Nishant Sharma
{Written on 12 May,2012 on experiencing the soft touch of first drizzle of the Monsoon in Delhi. The weather was unforgettable and moments cherishable.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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The Eyes In Back Of My Head
Early this morning I am outside walking along the trail-
The wind blows my hair about-
Covering THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
I cannot see for the moment but I can feel-
I can feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps
Pounding against my brain in another gust of wind
Blowing my hair about- giving way to the
EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
I recognize the intruders who wish me harm.
Early this morning
I walk along the trail- I am in danger-people are following me
One, two and three-I count the footsteps-
Four five six- I see the people-
Evil conniving and threatening- behind me and
Seven, eight, nine more slowly walking in front of me-
My anger overwhelms me and the bitter cold wind
Only exacerbates my homicidal impulses-
I am dressed to kill these people who
Walk slowly ahead of me- space invaders
Whose footsteps are retaliating and
THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
Envision the whole world behind me-
Early this morning- I think of the gun shop I walked by downtown yesterday-
Ready to murder, I am- seething with rage-
Early this morning, I am walking along the trail-
I do not feel safe- I have lost my destination and
My sanity is precarious- people are all around me and
I am dressed to kill the entire multitude-
I have EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD- I believe, and
As I count the people before me and behind me, and
As the cold wind blows my hair about- I know that
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are protecting me and
Perhaps are keeping me safe and now I know that it is
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD whom are my saviors -
Bringing back memories of nightmarish delusions of
Threatening people in my past being God- I have no destination and
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are my friends- and
My delusions, as others call them- are my saving grace.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The pretty weather girl
The weather girl is cheerful and smiling
as she tells us it's rain yet again
the U.K.will be wet all of the week
but the neighbours don't care, their off to Spain.
But when your skint what does it matter
when you can't afford even a day trip
the nearest you'll get to Sun, Sea, and Sand,
is dreaming about it when your having a kip.
Still never mind you've got lots of jobs to do
while everyone is abroad in the blazing Sun
there's painting the walls and the ceiling
watching it dry is always so much fun.
And there amongst all the pile of bills
are postcards all shiny and lying on the mat
there's one from the neighbours in sunny Spain
and a couple from my mate who's gone to Montserrat.
Your looking at people stood in front of Palm Trees
another one of a beautiful bright Blue sea
but your stuck at home with a paint brush in hand
and you've just received bills for Gas and Electricity.
Still at least your not suffering with Sunburn
and you've not got a nasty tropical disease
so therefore your skin isn't flaky or peeling off
due to temperatures exceeding One Hundred Degrees.
SO yes our weather can be dreadful and miserable
and it can get you down and leave you feeling low
but look that pretty weather girl is on the telly
and she's smiling as she tells us it's going to snow!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Down By The Seaside
(page/plant)
Down by the seaside. see the boats go sailin
Can the people hear, what the little fish are sayin
Oh, oh, the people turned away. oh, the people turned away
Down in the city streets, see all the folk go racin, racin
No time left, to pass the time of day
The people turned away. the people turned away
So far away, so far away
See how they run, see how they run, see how they run, see how they run.
Do you still do the twist
Do you find you remember things that well
I wanna tell you... some go twistin every day
Though sometimes its awful hard to tell
Out in the country, hear the people singin
Singin bout their progress, knowin where theyre goin
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the people turned away
Yes, the people turned away
Sing loud for the sunshine, pray hard for the rain
And show your love for lady nature. and she will come back again the people turned away
The people turned away
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Oh Sunshine
OH SUN SHINE
ARE YOU COMING BACK SOON
AND WILL YOU BE STAYING THE AFTERNOON
CAUSE SUNSHINE
I`M TIRED OF DROWING IN THE RAIN
WITH MY LONELYNESS THAT REMAINS
SO SUN SHINE ARE YOU COMING BACK SOON
AND WILL YOU BE STAYING THE AFTERNOON
CAUSE SUNSHINE WITHOUT YOU I`M BLUE
AND TIME DOESN`T MOVE
IT`S WHERE I LOSE MY GROOVE
SO SUNSHINE ARE YOU COMING BACK SOON
AND WILL YOU BE STAYING THE AFTERNOON
CAUSE I`M TIRED OF DROWING IN MY SADNESS
AND SUNSHINE WHEN YOU DO SHINE
YOU TAKE AWAY MY MADNESS
BY LIGHTING UP MY DAY
AND CHASING THE RAIN AWAY
SO SUNSHINE WILL YOU BE COMING SOON
AND WILL YOU BE STAYING THE AFTERNOON
OH SUNSHINE
poem by Bruce Martone
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Take It Back
(kristy jackson)
You talked me into moving in and giving you my key
You said youd be a mess now if it hadnt been for me
You said I stole your heart away by looking in your eyes
I wonder now how many times you sold that pack of lies
Chorus:
If this is how you act when you give your heart away
Well, take it back
Take it back
You told me I was everything you wanted and more
Then tell me what youre doing now sneaking out the back door
Youre bringing home flowers and a bottle of chablis
You forgot I dont drink wine I know that bottles not for me
Repeat chorus:
Oh, you must think Im blind
And I dont smell your new cologne
You dont think I notice
All the nights I spend alone
Well, Im not one for sitting round in some ole pity pool
You think you got a ticket and I must be some kind of fool
I hate to steal your thunder but your playing days are through
At least they are with me cause babe, I got no use for you
Tonight laying on the street
Babe, your bag is packed
So, take it back
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Shitty Kitty City
There's a lobby by my study where my visitors may enter
which, since we got the kittens, has a dirtbox at the centre.
They're still too young to go outside, that's why I ask for pity:
they've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
They've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City.
Their mother trained them very well to go into the tray.
They do their stuff and cover it - that's fair enough, you say;
but litter gets flicked everywhere, so underfoot is gritty:
you need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
You need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City.
Mind the crap... Mind the crap... Stand clear of the turds, please.
I scoop the jobbies off the floor: the cats think I collect 'em,
so each one keeps on squeezing me a present from its rectum.
There's steaming heaps all over, and it isn't smelling pretty -
it's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
It's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City.
Ip dip dog shit, you are not it.
But soon they will be big enough to do it in the garden.
I'm putting out my begging bowl, for which I beg your pardon.
And now you see, good people all, the reason for my ditty -
a whipround for a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City.
Pity, pity, isn't it a pity?
I need to buy a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City.
poem by Wild Bill Balding
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Two More Bottles Of Wine
(delbert mcclinton)
We came out west together with a common desire
The fever we had might-a set the west coast on fire
Two months later got a troublin mind
cause my baby moved out and left me behind
But its all right cause its midnight and I got two more bottles of wine
Well, the way he left sure turned my head around
Seemed like over night he just up and put me down
Aint gonna let it bother me today
cause Ive been workin and Im too tired anyway
But its all right cause its midnight and I got two more bottles of wine
Well, Im sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
Ive been doin what I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Thought Id be a big star by today
But Ive been sleepin in a warehouse in west l.a.
But its all right cause its midnight and I got two more bottles of wine
Yes, its all right cause its midnight and I got two more bottles of wine
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Summer's Here At Last!
I wake up early and the sun is shining in the sky.
It sends my still sleepy spirit soaring to a real high.
Having recently had so many a grey and rainy day,
It's nice to see some sunshine finally come our way!
The roads are chock-a-block as folk get away
To local beaches, where they'll spend the day.
Loving couples are strolling slowly hand in hand.
There's a massive queue for the ice cream man.
Some folk are dressed in shorts and strappy tops,
While on their feet, they wear sandals or flip-flops.
Some ladies laze in a bikini reading a good book,
With a pair of sunglasses to complete the look.
Some people in the park relax in a deck chair.
There's a definite smell of suntan lotion in the air.
Birdsong is heard from the branches of the trees,
As is the constant buzzing of the bumble bees.
A beautiful bright blue butterfly catches my eye.
I pause and watch enchanted as it flutters on by.
Kids dash in and out of the shallow paddling pool -
Playing in the water, whilst keeping nice and cool.
I hear the hum of an electric lawn mower.
I see ripples on the river left by a lone rower.
I hear a garden sprinkler chit-chittering away,
Giving crucial hydration on this hot summer day.
Way up high, in the cloudless pale blue sky,
A small plane leaves a smoke trail as it flies by.
The inviting smells from a barbeque drift past my nose.
I hear someone squeal as they're drenched by a hose!
Wind chimes are stirred by the soft summer breeze -
With their plinking, tinkling sounds, my ear, they please.
I wish that days like this could just last and last,
But they always seem to fly by extremely fast.
All too soon, this perfect day comes to a close.
Will tomorrow be another sunny day? Who knows?
poem by Angela Wybrow
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My Canadian Chronicles 19
Sitting in the sunshine
enjoying the silence of the day.
Relaxing, as all my worries
seem a million miles away.
I don’t want reality to ever kick in
as I sit enjoying the sunshine
on a peaceful summer’s day.
I am enjoying all nature’s natural sounds
like the birds chirping in the trees.
Enjoying summers stance
as the smell of new mowed grass
perfumes the summer day.
It is just like heaven
relaxing on a summer’s day.
13 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Girl's Autumn Reverie
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
Enjoyed by us together.
The rose is dead, the summer fled,
And bleak winds are complaining;
We dwell apart, but in each heart
We find the thorn remaining.
We sipped a sweet wine, you and I,
All in the summer weather.
The beaded draught we lightly quaffed,
And filled the glass together.
Together we watched its rosy glow,
And saw its bubbles glitter;
Apart, alone, we only know
The lees are very bitter.
We walked in sunshine, you and I,
All in the summer weather.
The very night seemed noonday bright.
When we two were together.
I wonder why with our good-by
O'er hill and vale and meadow
There fell such shade, our paths seemed laid
Forevermore in shadow.
We dreamed a sweet dream, you and I,
All in the summer weather,
Where rose and wine and warm sunshine
Were mingled in together.
We dreamed that June was with us yet,
We woke to find December.
We dreamed that we two could forget,
We woke but to remember.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Blackness
We all sat round the table
we were dressed in black
eating sanwhiches
the cans in my fidge
they were my only six pack
its strange to see that people change
but its even stranger
to see that a heart can remain the same
Decemeber snow turned to manchester rain
and i know sunshine doesnt last
but the summer felt like it never came.
Asleep under the roof of a happy house
Ive been over shadowed
entered into a nightmare
I just wanna shout
I wanna blame god
but he already knows that this is one dark cloud
and when he does what he does he has a reason why
but I cant help but think
that one too many times I have worn this black tie
I know we live a life where everybodys gotta die
but perhaps
she will be there to say hello as we say goodbye?
poem by Daniel McCann
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Wonky Weather
Never in my life before, can I ever remember,
Such mild weather, at the start of a November.
The grey squirrels, in the park, are still running wild,
As the weather, for this time of year, is warm and mild.
At the popular pub, a way along the seafront,
Some people sit outside, to enjoy their lunch.
Some brave souls, have rented themselves a beach hut,
While, along the shore, dog owners exercise their mutts.
Girls wear dresses, which leave their arms and legs bare;
That it’s now winter time, they don’t seem to really care.
On the crazy golf course, players are still having much fun;
All so eager to try and score that, often elusive, hole in one.
The weather in November is traditionally cold and grey,
But we’ve really enjoyed a most warm and pleasant day.
I would guess, this is all to do with global warming;
That a whole new pattern of weather is now forming.
Despite the pleasant day, it still gets dark extremely early;
Even in the daylight, I spot the moon, all white and pearly.
Over the town, a veil of darkness, slowly, begins to creep,
But, it is still too early in the day, for people to fall asleep.
But, when to the summertime, I now think back,
Of pleasant days, I recall, there being a real lack.
Our patterns of weather have now gone all weird,
But, by the weather, today, my soul felt cheered.
There was no rain today: all day, it stayed dry,
And the temperatures reached a seasonal high.
In July, I can recall one particular, rain soaked, day,
When the wild winds, almost blew me clean away.
When I was a child, the impression, which I got,
Was that summer was hot, and winter was not.
But now, the seasons have all gone rather awry,
And the weathermen now tell us a different story.
I remember early one April, not so very long ago,
I awoke in the morning, to a thick layer of snow.
This phenomenon, they refer to as ‘climate change, ’
Is, indeed, making the weather turn extremely strange.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Two More Bottle Of Wine
(Delbert McClinton)
We came out west together with a common desire
The fever we had migtha set the west coast on fire
Two months later got trouble in mind
My baby moved out and left me behind
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
The way he left sure turned my head around
Seemed like overnight she just up and put me down
Ain't gonna let it bother me today
I been workin' and I'm too tired anyway
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
I'm sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
Been doin' all I can but opportunity sure come slow
Lord I'd be in the sun all day
But I'm sweepin' out a warehouse in west L.A.
But it's all right 'cause it's midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Week Before Christmas
Everyone has now decorated their Christmas tree.
The winter weather is now beginning to freeze.
Supermarket queues are getting extremely long.
On radio, being played, are many Christmas songs.
People are attending their works’ festive party;
Filling up on booze, and food, hot and hearty.
Children are happy to have broken up from school,
Which, by them, is thought to be extremely cool.
People are writing their last minute Christmas cards.
Twinkling, coloured lights decorate the front yard.
People are embarking on Christmas gift wrapping;
Stress is kicking in, and there’s now much flapping.
Last minute deliveries are now arriving by post.
Christmas parties are being planned by the hosts.
Santa Claus seems to be everywhere that you go:
Dressed in his bright red suit, calling ‘Ho! Ho! Ho! ’
Carol singers, to people passing by, bring much cheer,
People are stocking up on bottles of fine wine and beer.
The pick of the most popular gifts, has now been sold:
What’s left on the shelves, looks a bit battered and old.
At the post office, they’re queuing right back to the door;
You’re wishing now, that you’d sent all of your cards before.
People are now offering season’s greetings to each other:
To family, friends, neighbours, strangers, and their lovers.
In less than a week, Christmas day will finally be here,
And dear friends and loved ones will all gather near.
Despite all their stress and the cold, wintry weather,
Everyone hopes this will be the best Christmas ever!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Two More Bottles Of Wine
(delbert mcclinton)
We came out west together with a common desire
The fever we had migtha set the west coast on fire
Two months later got trouble in mind
My baby moved out and left me behind
But its all right cause its midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
The way he left sure turned my head around
Seemed like overnight she just up and put me down
Aint gonna let it bother me today
I been workin and Im too tired anyway
But its all right cause its midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
Im sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
Been doin all I can but opportunity sure come slow
Lord Id be in the sun all day
But Im sweepin out a warehouse in west l.a.
But its all right cause its midnight
And I got two more bottles of wine
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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