summer – Mandibelle16

Poem: Bop – “Nature’s Delight” #amwritingpoetry

I adore these Rocky Mountains built high,

But, I don’t want to climb them, simply to —

Enjoy the shades and tones of rock intense.

We once hiked turtle mountain, it slid off,

In the 1920’s covering Frank,

It crushed everyone in mines and above.

So, I sing my crushed mountain song sad,

Nature provides, ends; so sing while you can.

The white beach with sand dunes, and the wind strong;

A blustery day on Oregon’s cost.

The ocean pummeled, expressively.

Seagulls dipping down onto the shore irate,

Diving for crabs bereft in broken shells.

Sea wood salvaged on the coast; Three walking —

Holding mom’s hands, waves crashed around feet.

We could’ve been stolen by sea; we’re saved.

So, I sing my oceanic tune,

Nature provides, ends; so croon while you can.

We stayed in B.C. thrice, splashed outside in pools,

Ate melting ice cream ‘til night’s fire burned,

Newspaper and dried trees, crackled fire.

While, the brook ran by the campsite, ‘round rocks.

The bottom was all stones so we waded in,

Taking the brook trail, until it was gone.

So, I sing my babbling brook song,

Nature provides, ends; so holla while you can.

Poem: Free Verse — “One Opulent Summer” #amwriting Poetry

Who am I that I am meant to have this life? To wander in this marvellous world, and love nothing more than life’s sweet grace.

To be grateful and satisfied, to be whole or empty, but I’ve still room for others, to care for and with joy to fill.

I pray that I can trust people and that fear will disintegrate, that tranquility builds within me in these sunshine glory days.

Oh, summer sun, the cooling rain finds you easily, and it’s a glad night to be out among the streets when sunshine-showers hide the heat’s haze.

People serene, delighted, and out among each market stall, a little wet, but no one cares.

Markets and festivals are like that as rain drenches skin and the sun luminates; we choose our goodies —

Carrots crisp, peaches juicy, cinnamon buns fragrant, and red wine some Malbec flavor we’ll all enjoy tonight.

Ah, this plethora of delight, proof of the summer season — one of plenty, then, summer continued into Autumn.

But, of July and August heat we love best, in scorching sweet nights, people in shorts and tanks, sun dresses sweeping the pavement.

And sometimes, I heal among this summer haze of crowds, but sometimes I remain at a distance.

Then, I scent the aroma of food, homemade drinks, and tiny shops and stands full of goodies; my eyes grow wide.

And, I don’t have to think for a moment; these treasured times satisfy, as I fly back to dreams in the night.

Now, I’m awake, not bored, and full of great hope, blessed by plenty,

I know that whatever is bringing me down will not last forever, and that wherever I go (be it anywhere) I’m not alone.

Jesus walks with me down His chosen path for me; He will forever walk with me, and I with Him — I’m never alone again.

And, come sometime, we will all find freedom, never to be cast about by shadows; protected by Him, the only way to keep going.

So, lead us away, let me write of bold and insignificant dreams, of wonderful gifts, and blessings untold.

There are too many things to say and do before winter’s cold arrives and bitter snow falls.

And, I do not but take in everything, thought by thought, experience by experience, good times, trying — all of them,

Then, Autumn is alight with orange-pumpkin, yellow-taber corn, vegetables & goods from brilliant harvests,

Of things that are possible and real, full of all of life’s changes, miracles provided, food given.

I daydream in sunlight, the sky glittering full of stars at night; mostly, I appreciate those long summer days,

Swim suits near white sand, soft skin, Ombré suntan lotion, children hooting and screeching in pools, a time of joyful fun.

Let us all delight in summer, and never forget its warmth, as it carries over into Autumn’s harvest, colder, but never lost.

For now, stretch your limbs and amble by the waterside, summer memories held tight.

They must, for a bitter freezing comes with after opulent days of summer; it always tries to cheat us days.

Opulent summer sunsets, markets, walks, beaches, fresh cut grass; conversation in the purple sky.

Those are the days we’ll forever remember, and never be at loss to forget.

#OctPoWriMo Day 21: Poem — Quadrille — « For Ice-Cream » #amwritingpoetry

For OctPoWriMo Day 21, the prompt is on taste. The words related to this are: Delectable, Tantalizing, Explosive, Creamy, Bitter, and Sour. The type of poem is called Quadrille with 44 words.

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Each vacation he’d squirm waiting,

Jingle his allowance,

Ask his Dad for ice-cream,

Traverse a gravel-road.

Amble from the campsite

To a tiny store for —

Chocolate, Gummy-Bear;

Tiger-striped, Cookie-dough;

Mint-Chip, Maple-Walnut.

Down the gravel-road sauntering,

Eating indulgence.

Poem: Blank Verse — « My Dad & Summer Memmories » #amwritingpoetry

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At 6:30 am. I’d plod waiting,

Eager for breakfast, for my dad to join,

To munch cereal or toast prior to work.

I don’t know all that we chatted about,

But, I was pleased just to sit there with him.

All day long mom entertained us,

Dad arrived late with papers to mark,

He had high school subjects to grade.

At Chapel once, my dad introduced us,

To his school when we were small, cute —

He worked hard, a chemistry teacher;

A vice-principal before finishing —

His M.A.; granted job as Principal.

His high school was a family one,

‘Eifert’ grads for generations.

That was along time ago; teaching —

With luck, came with long summer vacations;

Dad, took us swimming at Eastglen,

Later, camping, splashing at beaches;

Always, stopping for ice cream, and —

Then, jumping into the lake to float.

Sunscreen forty; icy pop in cooler,

We travelled to Washington,

Up the Oregon Coast, home through heated

Kansas; some years in the Okanogan,

Penticton, other locals of note.

Honeyed syrup in Summerland, fruit stands,

With veggies, apricots sweet, cherries, soft plums;

Salty Kettle Korn, with. succulent,

Nectarines, lettuce, cucumber, peas.

A vineyard viewed in-between, but —

Wine didn’t matter much; all summers flow,

as rivers — falling off a zip line;

Tubing down slippery water slides.

Sylvan Lake grass picnic lunches,

Grapefruit soda, corn-pop’s for Breakfast.

Sandwiches of mozerella cheese, ham;

Created in the back of the van, inhaled.

My dad and mom provided memories,

Dragging along three-kids, serving meals,

Despite kids screeching, crying, some injured.

Life’s a circus, my mind can’t fathom where,

Days flew, why we can’t remain in childhood’s

Perceived bliss, ethereal moments.

Flawed as we all were, my dad sacrificed;

I’m so grateful — to have such happy,

Childhood days while many lack experiences, dear.

Held close, as time ticks past; September,

Fall winds shout inside a woman lost.

#MayDay Writing Prompt Day 1: Poem — Rondeau — “Friday Lights and Monday Frights.” #amwritingpoetry

I randomly looked up writing prompts for May, these are for school but, I actually thought they were great prompts. You can do them too if you like here: 30 May Writing Prompts About Similarities and Differences.

Today: Monday’s and Friday’s.

Rondeau — aaabba, aabR, aabbbbaR

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Friday’s we turn on the lights, watch football;

Canadian of course, green and gold, first ball.

Fireworks shoot high, multicoloured thrall

Friday nights we have a caeser, some beer;

Dress warm when the stadium’s cold, and cheer.

We judge referees and yell loud: “ref bad call.”

On Friday nights we hit the streets, resolved,

To have the time of our lives, sip highballs.

Now, we stay home, order take out near.

Friday’s forever beat Monday’s –be of cheer.

Monday’s we drag ourselves up, recall;

How Friday was free, without withdrawal.

Sleeping in, many chores, mind foggy, unclear.

As everyone needs to sleep, not fear —

Monday notes, meetings, errands resolved;

Duties assigned to, resigned to, by all.

Monday’s mean five-days work; life overhaul.

Friday’s forever beat Monday’s –be of cheer.

Music Video:

It’s Friday – Dean Brody & Great Big Sea

#NaPoWriMo Day 12: Poem — Triolet — “Wild Lights” #amwritingpoetry

For NaPoWriMo Day 12, the prompt is to “write a triolet. These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme. The repetitions and rhymes can lend themselves to humorous poems, as well as to poems expressing dramatic or sorrowful moods.”

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Triolet (ABaAabAB)

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought,

Whirling bliss, no mind to sorrows.

Once we ne’er collapsed distraught,

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought.

Once life gleamed, we strove and we sought;

Beyond tear-stained, awkward sorrows.

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought,

Whirling bliss, no mind to sorrows.

*****

Once sun-rinsed hair spiralled as wheat,

Children climbed grafted apple trees.

Tree house games in summer bold heat;

Once sun-rinsed hair spiralled as wheat.

Summer reading, sour candy sweets;

Osh-gosh coveralls, dense green-leaves.

Once sun-rinsed hair spiralled as wheat.

Children climbed grafted apple trees.

*****

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought,

Tree house games in summer bold heat.

We lived intense, did what we ought.

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought,

Childhood skin tanned, siblings that fought.

Sprinting through sprinklers all shrieking;

Once we lived wild lights in brave thought,

Tree house games in summer bold heat.

#NaPoWriMo Day 2: Poem — Octain Refrain/Double/High – “Summer Dog-Dreams” #amwritingpoetry

For NaPoWriMo Day 2, to “write a poem about a specific place — a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people you remember there. Little details like this can really help the reader imagine not only the place, but its mood – and can take your poem to weird and wild places.”

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Octane Refrain/ Double/High/Abbac/cabA, Abbad/dabA

Once existed a garden, sweet peas, green beans;

And summer vegetables grew — corn stocks, carrots.

The chihuahua terrier dug them, unsparing;

Ate all but carrot tops, even minute strawberry seems.

Lingering about bony, petite, furry, smart,

She sniffed out raspberries, bit them — raw, juicy, tart.

Silk coal-fur, glitter hazel eyes, sharp teeth that gleam;

She devours peas thrilled, with each bite finds sweet merit;

Mischievous, she slips to ramble in weeds.

*****

Feisty, she wags her tail lost in odd dog schemes;

Splayed on the deck dreams of running un-compared —

To reality, freedom, her stolen carrots.

Inhaling brilliant flowers in their beds, she preens.

When the days scorch, she adores sun-high garden’s verdant.

My dog she ambles, loves ear, belly rubs fervent;

She sniffs butter-corn, cobs sharp; chomps at sweet green beans;

Her lush garden’s charm’s serenity inherent;

She loves her paradise — sunbeams, summer dog-dreams.

#NaPoWriMo Day 9: Poem — Italian Sonnet — “Summer Games” #amwritingpoetry

For NaPoWriMo Day 9 the prompt is:

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you to decide!”

Summer Saturday’s in Churchill square; Taste —

Of Edmonton, loud music resounds.

Jugglers, acrobats, twist too profound,

We watch, coin in their hats never wasted.

Ballerina on swing, pumps legs with haste,

She leaps, stardust into the circus sky;

She’s fearless; he’ll catch her high dive.

Old movies too in September frost play,

Kids nestled in sleeping bags, cocoa —

Shared in red cups, caramel popcorn crunched.

Giggles sound – Mrs Doubt-fire’s drag brings,

Hilarity for all ages; though talent —

Was ruined, darkness dwelled; laughter stays and rings,

Immortality in giggles remains.

Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Carnival Memories” #amwritingpoetry #3LineTales

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Carnival night’s flash ethereal; dreams —

Hope’s gossamer moments;

Merry-go-rounds, buttery popcorn.

*****

Glory-days, infused cotton-candy,

Familiar sweetness; children’s —

Giggles echo beyond Winter’s cage.

****

Mini-donuts melt mouth-watering,

White lights; Cherub’s —

Gallop, neighing horses, summertime’s myth.

*****

Notable Quotes: August 2018: Part One #pinterest #quotes #notablequotes

Happy August! Here’s some Wine and Words too soothe your soul and make you laugh. If you’re like me, most wine you’re having in summer is in your sangria, but a sweet bottle of Rose, Red, or hey, even Red, is wonderful chilled in the summer evening.

Hoping everyone’s been enjoying themselves if you’re off on summer vacation or break, and if you’re in the middle of another season, I hope you’re enjoying some cooler weather as in some places (Australia or Italy for example), summer can be miserably hot.

I’m off to my first Writer’s Conference in a week or so, and I’m excited to be among Writer-folk in person for a bit, and not only online. I enjoy both, but a change of scenery is nice, as is spending some time with a great friend, Psychologist, and Steeped Tea Sipologist. Also, back to house sit and chill with my puppy-friend Jenga, while her owners are away a few days before the conference!