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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 16, 2015 21:35:57 GMT
After a not planed pause, here is a new title: A tranquil Sunday (Sorry for the delay due to health issues.) |
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Post by puddles on Aug 17, 2015 20:59:04 GMT
A Tranquil Sunday
A tranquil Sunday is hard to do
when the heat of summer beats on you
so dry with rain a wish we only dream
even the night air turns to steam
I dread when starlight begins to fade
it makes one look for a spot of shade
it keeps the sun from burning the skin
still one cusses and that's a sin
An early fall will cure all woes
even better when one lights the coals
till then we'll face the heat of summer
for me it is a real bummer
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Post by Alan on Aug 21, 2015 18:59:31 GMT
Thank you Roland, may your fall [autumn] be good for you.
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Post by puddles on Aug 22, 2015 12:27:59 GMT
Thanks Alan, and may it arrive soon, enough of this heat.......
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 22, 2015 17:14:57 GMT
We've got a taste of such heatwave and had to cope with 100F, thank heavens only for 2 weeks and not months like you.
Take care!
Thank you for sharing your poem!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 22, 2015 17:15:28 GMT
A tranquil Sunday
One of those tranquil Sundays with no work to do
No noise around, just nature’s whisper and thoughts of you.
The book I meant to read, lies closed in my lap
I rather think and dream, in between a nap.
In my ‘old-fashioned’ country no shop is open,
Sunday is meant for a rest and not much is spoken.
A gentle breeze is playing with my hair and I
Feel worries dissolve, off with the wind they fly.
Faith in the good is setting in my day and mind,
Whatever we fear we know our Creator is kind.
In a tranquil Sunday, peaceful and serene
There are merciful spirits from heaven unseen.
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Post by puddles on Aug 22, 2015 23:11:13 GMT
Mystic, love your last two lines "In a tranquil Sunday, peaceful and serene
There are merciful spirits from heaven unseen"
Mystic, your country Sunday is indeed tranquil and so serene, thanks for sharing, and your kind comment.....
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 24, 2015 17:21:20 GMT
Hope you are feeling better Mystic This is my tranquil Sunday
Sunday Tranquility
The cat lurks in the long grass,
Patiently waiting.
Baby birds in the new world,
Innocently wary.
Bees on sweet flowers,
Buzzing, vibrating.
Dragonflies, transparent wings,
Dazzling, zigzagging.
A sweet smell,
From a beautiful rose.
Breeze blows leaves,
Shaking, whispering.
Barbecue smells,
Charcoal burning.
While I’m on my deck-chair,
Lazing, sleeping.
Noise from a grass cutter,
Reverberates, humming.
My peace is over,
Tranquility fading...
Gone.
Doreen Hampshire
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 28, 2015 17:01:29 GMT
Good to see you back Doreen, even with this lovely poem, thank you. (I'm getting on, it takes time)
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