Tag: Summer 2021

Summer Love | Peter Matthews

August 31, 2021

Lying on the lawn with Lorrilee

A game of tennis then a nice cream tea

Walking hand in hand beside the sea

Dancing in the moonlight full of glee

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Watching fluffy clouds go scudding by

Looking at the seagulls flying high

Playing silly games with twinkling eye

snuggling close together, my oh my

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

A Boy’s Afternoon in Summer | Bartholomew Barker

August 27, 2021

The backyard woods of my youth
were a cavern of green
ripe for exploration
trees inviting me to climb
creeks daring me to wade
bugs to torture
and railroad tracks cut
through the trees like a wound
flattened pennies
ready for harvest

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food poetry was served in 2017.http://www.bartbarkerpoet.com/

British Summer | Peter Matthews

August 25, 2021

Summer rain so warm and wet

only to be expected, yet….

I see a bit of blue sky there

Come my love, let’s not despair

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It’s ages since we picnicked here

and now the sun’s come out it’s clear

we’ll sit down here beneath the trees

and rest our plates upon our knees

*

Oh, don’t you love a picnic tea

Ouch! I’ve been stung – a bumble bee!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Breezy | Snehal Suhane

August 23, 2021

Fluffy ice cream clouds, the cherry of a red sun,
A swing bed underneath and breeze through my hair.
An endless sky of things and thoughts,
Hues of orange, of pink and blue,
Wild birds above and flowery scents throughout.
A golden light intertwined with mad shadowy shapes,
Salty waters in sight and seashells under the sand.
No it isn’t heaven (but maybe more than that),
It’s just I haven’t been on a vacation…
Can I get a beach home-delivered?

Snehal Suhane is a teenager from India. She likes to read, write, listen to music, watch movies and get obsessed with new things each day. She vents her creativity on her blog titled Oddball Thinks. You can find her at: https://oddballthinks.wordpress.com/

A day at the beach | Peter Matthews

August 20, 2021

Puffy white clouds

avoiding the crowds

buckets and spades

put on the shades

ice creams we lick `em

seagulls they nick `em

toddlers shout

family day out

sun, sea, and sand

isn’t it grand!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Angry Afternoons | Bartholomew Barker

August 19, 2021

In winter I can wear more layers
but on these angry afternoons
of burning blacktop
sweat stains
and sunburn
there’s only so much I can take
off and not get arrested

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food poetry was served in 2017.http://www.bartbarkerpoet.com/

Endless Evenings – A Haibun | RedCat

August 18, 2021

The daylight is searing bright. The evenings are getting endless. There is no true night, only paler light. Soon dusk meets dawn in endless days. Only the sun and it’s rays. Morning, noon and midnight. Sleep is harder to come by in the endless light. The mind has trouble distinguishing day from night. Until the tired body wins the fight. And sleep comes with dreams of endless light.

As Midsummer nears
Heart and soul grows light restless
Sun energies flow

RedCat has contributed to The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020), and Through The Looking Glass: Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within (Indie Blu(e) Publishing, 2021).Her poetry spans love, life, folklore, mythology, environment, depression and surviving abuse and trauma. This fiery redhead makes her home in Stockholm, Sweden.redcat.wordpress.comwww.facebook.com/RedCatWritesSelected by the editor as a featured submission, October 2022

Sitting on a shingle beach | Britta Benson

August 16, 2021

The soft, secret murmurs of resting heartbeats

trickle gently through cobbles and flow into the sea

with the inexplicable ease of necessity. Waves

come and go, their greedy tongues dart in and out,

licking pebbles, melting sandcastles. Water and life

take no hostages. Sleeping stones echo the whispers

of a past as I balance my soul on top of these rocks

and stare into faraway future horizons. I watch all

my hard-earned ballast break off, disappear lightly

into the humming beauty of a black shingle beach.

Britta Benson
Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland
Odds & Ends

Smoke | Yuu Ikeda

August 13, 2021

Smoke of a cigarette
draws a silhouette of fireworks

Even the discolored sky
changes into summer dreams

So, I smoke

Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet.
She writes poetry on her website.
Her published poems are
“On the Bed” in <Nymphs>,
“Pressure” in <Selcouth Station Press>,
“Dawn” in <Poetry and Covid>,
and more.
Her Instagram :
@yuunnnn77

At The Beach | Bartholomew Barker

August 12, 2021

My castle stood resolute
ramparts thick and towers tall
seashell embellishments
and a broken sand dollar sundial
safe in the keep

As shadows grew longer
waves eroded walls
the tide flooded the moat

And I celebrated
an honest day’s work

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food poetry was served in 2017.

http://www.bartbarkerpoet.com/