Tempest
It’s the summer thunder
and I miss her wonder
As the wool is pulled to
bluest grey gaze
Abysmal and dismal
dervish dust sand
Far too-many days
too-many far days
I keep the windows open
Even echoes
should neither be alone nor
shut out
copyright R. Resh 2005
poem by Randy Resh
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Summer dreams.
Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet,
Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
Sea breezes chilling with shades of a palm tree,
gentle waves crashing....into a sun soaked sea.
Bluest of sky's...filling long days,
summer warmth beaming...soothing hot Sun rays.
poem by James Urwin
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Days In June
I miss our days in June
The smiles, jokes, and laughter
Anticipating upcoming days
Day and day after
I miss the feel of summer
The happiness we shared
When one of us would shout for help
And in seconds, we'd be there
I miss the members of our gang
And how each day went slow
Running to finally see each other
Smiles setting our faces aglow
I miss sitting in the shade
To cool down from the sun
Sharing stories and special moments
And always having fun
I miss the hugs that we exchanged
As our way of saying goodbye
But until tomorrow, there'd always be
That glossy look in our eyes
The summer separated us
I still wish to see you soon
And I wanted to take this time to tell you
I miss our days in June
poem by Brielle Intorcia
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Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1963
-words by charles tobias and music by hans carste
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now youre set
And on the beach youll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Dont hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Winter Gone
Winter is closed for another year
Spring has sprung upon us
Was the winter kind to you
I miss winter now its gone laying by the fire
The charcoal wood the flickering of the flames
Now the warmer days are coming
New life is born in spring
New dreams are dreamed
New beginings sad endings
The days will be longer now the cold has left the ground
For three months now we will have spring shower and sunshine
I miss you winter and all your beauty
But you will be back this i am certain
After the spring comes the summer
The scorching heat the rolls of thunder
I love the summer storms the lightning the rain
But i miss you winter and all your beauty
So goodbye my beauty for another year
I will miss you until autumn appears
Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch you hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone
And still the days, the lonely days go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
Well my fickle friend, the summer wind
That old summer wind
Talkin' 'bout the summer wind
The summer wind
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Summer Days of Yesteryear
We often live surveying the past
as a summer season comes around,
and selecting the days of living freely
in our memory will be found.
We scrutinize the events of other Summers
experiencing great pleasure and delight
that once we knew when we were just
youngsters when life seemed to be all right.
Through the fading days of yesteryear
we filled our life with many dreams.
From childhood days to adulthood days
it was just a natural step it seems.
We miss the thrills that once was ours
the days we felt were always free.
We live it over each Summer time
and always remains a pleasant memory.
Too swiftly is the flight of time,
Though plentiful be the exuberant ways
that lead us down memory lane
to the scenes of other Summer days.
Though another Summer season shall end,
One wish for all of you we hold
May Summer always bring an abundance
of joy and memories a hundred fold.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Beside The Idle Summer Sea
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me.
Who have not welcomed even as we,
That jocund minstrel and his lays
Beside the idle summer sea
And in the vacant summer days?
We listened, we were fancy-free;
And lo! in terror and amaze
We stood alone – alone and gaze
With an implacable memory
Beside the idle summer sea.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Last Days of Summer
Whatever the way the summer days end,
In the type of summer is how it has been,
Whether a good one or bad one,
The last days of summer,
Can be sad or happy endings,
As each season ends,
With another one beginning,
The summer could have been,
Miserable yet,
Sun scorching us everyday,
And sunlight shining on all our faces,
It is how it is,
Out there where all is seen,
In,
Summer days of fun,
Summer days of love,
Summer days of seeing,
Summer days of been,
Out and about where summer is,
And when summer came and went?
With a mundane feeling that it left?
Was the last days of summer,
And the begining of another,
Autumn as we know it,
Fall in other places,
Where the ending of one season shows,
By the decaying of it,
When Autumn Fall shows,
Where we will wrap up and snuggle,
With warm cuppas drinks,
With a book,
Or,
Catch up on watching films,
Yet,
Still,
Musing over the summer days,
Of sunshine memories,
Now,
Warm hats and gloves,
With rustle leaves,
That rustle beneath,
Our feet as we walk,
Through the park,
And see,
The summer leaves turn,
To autumn shades,
Taking in,
The last days of summer,
Reflecting,
And remember,
The falls of Autumn's,
Is the signs of summer,
That has ended,
And minglings with,
All that falls,
From the summer ending,
To autumn beginnings,
Is the,
Decaying,
Of summer,
To regrow itself,
For next season's of summer,
When it begins again,
Yet,
In between,
There's,
Autumn,
Winter,
Spring,
Till,
Again,
Last days of summer,
And all in bloom again.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Summer Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - they went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
song performed by by Westlife
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Only Fun When Young
Only fun when young - sonnet
I miss the days when I was a young boy
Life then seemed easy and free of care
I miss playing in the sand with a joy
When I was young I use to hug my bear
So care free while having a lot of fun
Everything seemed to be so simple like
In Summer days I played under the sun
In Fall I felt joy as I flu my kite
Full with memories I want to have back
I wish to ride my bike with old buddies
Fun as a young child is something I lack
Now I am fed up with endless studies
Childhood is a time I would like to revive
Since I need to find a way to survive
poem by Zaakir Muhammad
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The Beach On A Winters Day
The rows of wooden groynes where we once bathed in warm sunshine
Are now battered by the sea,
Waves crash along the shoreline
And go on endlessly.
The beach that was so crowded with people in the summer
On what seemed like endless days of sun,
I walk along the deserted seashore
And now I am the only one.
I think about those summer days
Of barbicue picknicks and strawberries and cream,
But now these cold dark winter days
Make the summer like some very far off dream.
I stand and look up at the clifftops
That tower above me so high,
While out at sea lights of distant ships
Light the darkened sky,
The sea that was so warm and blue in the summer
Is now so stormy and grey,
Now I just sit here and dream of summer
On the beach on a winters day.
poem by Gordon Butchers
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A Summer's Ode
~0~
A summer's fallen from the sky, it seems,
with heat a'waving in the sultry breeze.
Though June has fled 'pon wings of time, now gone,
its goodbye echoes through the swaying trees.
And July brings its days of warmth to hold,
with sun a'melting in a sapphire sky.
O'summer's middle-aged by now, alas,
breathing fire upon the days that pass us by.
A gentle turn of earth brings August near,
with fleeting day and ever-ending night.
And July passes through the summer's rain,
its thunder heard within a season's flight.
And so, a summer's aged with sweet remorse,
with days a'dwindling down 'til chill's return.
Yet, September still must sing its last refrain,
'ere summer days of memory swiftly burn.
A summer's fallen from the sky, it seems,
with heat a'wavering as its days grow old.
Though bittersweet the parting soon will be,
goodbye echoes with a promise ~ made of gold.
~0~
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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It’s April
It’s April and the autumn rain
patters down for days long,
the Magalies Mountains are covered
by grey-black clouds
and later there are summer days
where the sun still hangs white-hot
and I long, want the summer
to last forever
but the years are already
leaving their marks on my face,
are drawing through my hair
and like some of the trees
in a winter I will also turn skeleton,
become stripped from my better days
and then at a time
will be part of the cold earth.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In These Last Few Days
In these last few days, you've been on my mind.
An' we should get together an' talk about old times.
An' put the past behind us before life slips away.
I been thinkin' 'bout you in these last few days.
In these last few days, I have felt my age.
I wish that I was younger, but time has turned the page.
I sure miss the water and the rhythm of the waves.
I've been feelin' fragile in these last few days.
But I have been a father, a husband and a son.
Lookin' back is bitter sweet now that my race has run.
I've tried to be a witness from the cradle to the grave.
Time has felt so precious in these last few days.
Instrumental break.
In these last few days, I have seen the light.
And I'll be waitin' for you on the other side.
My old friend, I love you: that's really all there's left to say.
Lay down here beside me in these last few days.
My old friend, I'll miss you, but I'm trying to be brave.
Lay down here beside me in these last few days.
song performed by by Vince Gill
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The Days Of Summer
All the days of summer
Is ending now
All the nights of summer
Are now just sweet memories
Let’s set together
Let’s have a cup of tea
And let’s remember
The days of summer
The beautiful evenings
We had together
At that park…
I climb the mango tree
And you look at me
With your beautiful eyes
How can you forget?
Tell me how can you forget? ? ?
The days of summer
We had together…
All the night
Setting under moon light
I told you some jokes
Just to see your smile
All those memories
I packed in bags
I kept it like treasure
I can’t show you
Because the days of summer
Are over…
poem by Shyama Mohapatra
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When the Month of March Comes
When the month of March comes I am astounded
by the summer that is still lingering,
the sparkle, colour and fragrance of flower upon flower,
the fine splendour
of every cup that still opens for the sun,
birds that frisk about in the branches
with days keeping the intensity of summer
while I perceive the first signs of autumn
in the colours of leave upon leave
that starts to fall one by one
and summer is almost finished
while thunder still reports in the late afternoons
with rain pouring down
and one by one the days of summer are curtailed.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lookin' For The Summer
Look deep into the April face
A change has clearly taken place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This ain't no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
I'm still looking
Looking for the summer
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Grey Thrush at the Door
'Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!' Low at first and flattering,
Full of soft seductiveness on a wheedling note.
Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of comfort scattering
For a grey bird pleading from a cold, cold throat?
Just a thread of tallow-fat, just a scrap of meat!
Grey thrush is at the door. 'Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!'
Grey bird, friendly bird, merry bird in summer time,
For summer is a merry time, full of tuneful mirth.
Sunny days are singing days. But winter is a glummer time
With lean days of scant fare; frost has locked the earth.
Song goes as sun goes, and harshly drives the sleet.
Where comes the almoner? 'Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!'
'Sweet! Sweet!' Now it grows imperious:
A short call, a loud call, impatience in its tone.
Why am I left lingering? See, my plight is serious.
A poor bird all forlorn, starving and alone.
Grey Thrush is a-hungering, begging scraps to eat.
It's far beyond my breakfast time! 'Sweet! Sweet!'
Now a footstep on the floor. Now a sudden fluttering,
And Grey Thrush is waiting there beside the open door.
Kookaburra cocks an eye; greedily he's muttering;
But grey bird is first to swoop upon the proffered store,
A scrap of song in gratitude, then up, and off, away.
And the mendicant has vanished till another frosty day.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Changing Seasons
looking out my window
I see a dismal day
I ask myself 'where's summer gone? '
I guess its gone on its way
Fire's on, turned up high
Bills will go through the ceiling
I really hate these kind of days
They cause a miserable feeling
I'll stay indoors, not venture out
In the depressing, awful storm
I'm happier here inside my house
Where its nice and warm!
The Wintry season has appeared
and Summer is no more
We'll all be wet and shivering
Frozen to the core!
So now I'll take my memories
Of Mr Sunshines rays
I'll tuck them away inside my mind
And wait for nicer days
Looking For The Summer
Look deep inside the april face
A change is clearly taking place
Looking for the summer
The eyes take on a certain gaze
And leave behind the springtime days
Go looking for the summer
This aint no game of kiss and tell
The implications how you know so well
Go looking for the summer
The time has come and they must go
To play the passion out that haunts you so
Looking for the summer
Remember love how it was the same
We scratched and hurt each others growing pains
We were looking for the summer
And still I stand this very day
With a burning wish to fly away
Im still looking, looking for the summer
song performed by by Chris Rea
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