hi everyone. i brighter poem than you may be used to from me
GIRL WITH THE PERFECT TAN
sunny days and rainbow afternoons with cartoons and loons you have to laugh anyway or, all hope doth die to laugh, or scream, or cry hmmmm to leave, or to stay? holding sunny boobie memories at bay
she smelled of sunshine her breath was roses once she was mine had the tiniest of noses
wriggling in the summer grass geeeeezzzz she had the perfect ass can't imagine i'll have another summer like that it turned in to arguing, cheating and tit for tat
yeah, she was crazy. but then, who isn't? just a summer love that was lent wasn't my fault her mind was slightly bent and she took on a darker autumn tint
one more. straight up on the screen then i'm going to the pub to get drunk.
HAPPY LIBRARY LADIES IN THEIR SUMMER CLOTHES
i dispel for excellencne a lady well worth a chance way out of my league, but those tiny pink toes makes me want to follow her wherever she goes maybe it's my greed and need but her smile spears me, like a lance could be my last chance
the ladies of the summer library too much quality for a man like me but i know i can make these ladies free to be all that they can be to take off the mask and let them see.
i know i could make them happy, but charlottes boyfriend is a surgeon. how do i compete with that? to quote the film " the third man ", " i'm just a scribbler who drinks too much " take care now - paul.
got the library ladies strawberries and raspberries right here in my bag. just waiting for the opertune moment. sssshhhh i got them surprise chocs too ha ha - love and peace - paul.
Very nice poem, Paul. I think a lot of us, especially poets, have the library in their summertime memories. I know I do. The library was one of my summertime homes. Nice poem
thanks paul. asked the library ladies if i could put up a tent in the council records section, as nobody goes in there and live in the library ha ha. apparently there is some regulation about living in the library.....bugger!
I was just a child, six years old I sang to the sun with hope untold Simplicity of joy welled in my heart I felt the magic of a brand new start
Out in the backyard with no-one around I sand to the sun of the love I had found The love for my life in that moment in time Consuming my soul and flooding my mind
Riding a wave of incredible joy truly I was happy and a blessed little boy This place I was in was a fortress of my own I was grateful for the gifts Nature had shown
I hope you all have had your day in the sun It's important that you know of ultimate fun It's really good to visit there once in awhile When I reminisce about it, it makes me smile
Yep, we were never bored! We made the fairy homes over by the chestnut tree and even snuck a little food to feed them once in a while. LOL!!! I will always remember those beautiful days with fond memories...
aaahhh sunny days. had a hammock between two japanese cherry trees and used to swing on it and get covered in cherry blossom. " the way of the warrior is to fall at the moment of perfection, like the cherry blossom " - old samurai saying - love and your letter is out of control - paul.
little, green, plastic soldiers hide in the grass jungle in my childhood backyard
two of them have special names Adam and Joe/ Linda and Vinnie they tell what secret they know of fear and love and pain
soon, they will be left behind ...all but forgotten exchanged for grown reality
one goes off to Nam and future explosions the other to Baltimore and wild implosions
but, the green plastic soldiers remain forever inside them where tears and sunshine and grass jungles play on heart strings through dirt and diamond rings
hold on to childhood, never forget the days in the sun the cool of the grass and little green soldiers and all the secrets they hold
for the young faces there start to grow old and hair starts to turn gray and there's no way back
to the summer days or the ways of play for children...
excellent wolfie. used to set up elaberate battles with my plastic soldiers in the rockery. the nazi's always lost. " hell no. i wont go! " - love and peace - paul.
but, the green plastic soldiers remain forever inside them where tears and sunshine and grass jungles play on heart strings through dirt and diamond rings
hi everyone. i brighter poem than you may be used to from me
ReplyDeleteGIRL WITH THE PERFECT TAN
sunny days and rainbow afternoons
with cartoons and loons
you have to laugh anyway
or, all hope doth die
to laugh, or scream, or cry
hmmmm to leave, or to stay?
holding sunny boobie memories at bay
she smelled of sunshine
her breath was roses
once she was mine
had the tiniest of noses
wriggling in the summer grass
geeeeezzzz she had the perfect ass
can't imagine i'll have another summer like that
it turned in to arguing, cheating and tit for tat
yeah, she was crazy. but then, who isn't?
just a summer love that was lent
wasn't my fault her mind was slightly bent
and she took on a darker autumn tint
love it! especially the last verse... yeah those summer loves can be lethal
DeleteA story all to familiar to many. I once woe a bunch of song lyrics for a musical about summer love--not as graphic as yours, though, lol. Nice poem.
Deletetempted to start humming that " grease " song " summer loving ", but humming is tutted at in the library - john travolta.
Deletethis was nearly a song tash, but not quite. you can play it on the harmonica though - love and peace - paul.
Deleteperfect summertime poem, Paul. It's nice to have good memories.
DeleteI love summer and I can tell you do, too. I love you poem. Awesome!
Deleteturned in to a nightmare paul, but she was nearly as much fun as a basket of puppies - paul.
Delete" summer loving, happened so fast " - john travolta. thanks wolfie.
Deleteone more. straight up on the screen then i'm going to the pub to get drunk.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY LIBRARY LADIES IN THEIR SUMMER CLOTHES
i dispel for excellencne
a lady well worth a chance
way out of my league, but those tiny pink toes
makes me want to follow her wherever she goes
maybe it's my greed and need
but her smile spears me, like a lance
could be my last chance
the ladies of the summer library
too much quality
for a man like me
but i know i can make these ladies free
to be all that they can be
to take off the mask and let them see.
Interesting last verse.Personally I think you sell your self short, however that's your style.
Deletei know i could make them happy, but charlottes boyfriend is a surgeon. how do i compete with that? to quote the film " the third man ", " i'm just a scribbler who drinks too much " take care now - paul.
Deletegot the library ladies strawberries and raspberries right here in my bag. just waiting for the opertune moment. sssshhhh i got them surprise chocs too ha ha - love and peace - paul.
DeleteVery nice poem, Paul. I think a lot of us, especially poets, have the library in their summertime memories. I know I do. The library was one of my summertime homes. Nice poem
DeleteGreat library lady poem. I love the imagery in this poem.
Deletethanks paul. asked the library ladies if i could put up a tent in the council records section, as nobody goes in there and live in the library ha ha. apparently there is some regulation about living in the library.....bugger!
Deletei go from the gutter to the stars wolfie and back again - aawww well - love and peace - paul
Deleteyou and your lovely library ladies... you didn't write about the chocolates and strawberries!
ReplyDeleteMy Day in the Sun
ReplyDeleteI was just a child, six years old
I sang to the sun with hope untold
Simplicity of joy welled in my heart
I felt the magic of a brand new start
Out in the backyard with no-one around
I sand to the sun of the love I had found
The love for my life in that moment in time
Consuming my soul and flooding my mind
Riding a wave of incredible joy
truly I was happy and a blessed little boy
This place I was in was a fortress of my own
I was grateful for the gifts Nature had shown
I hope you all have had your day in the sun
It's important that you know of ultimate fun
It's really good to visit there once in awhile
When I reminisce about it, it makes me smile
what wonderful imagery and magical memories
DeleteLovely! I expect you sang to the sun, yes? Beautiful images, and nice sentiment. I thing the little boy is alive and well.
DeleteThis is a terrific poem!! It made me smile and gave me great insight to you as a child.
Deletenice one paul. had a few days in the sun, but it's clouded over metaphorically speaking - love and peace - paul.
DeleteSunny days and dandelions
ReplyDeletelilacs and daisies
building fairy homes
sisters at play
Grass blades woven
into magic carpets
leaves become beds
rose petal pillows
tanned from the sun
imaginations were all we had
to turn the backyard into
a magical mystical place
never bored we played
until mom called us in
saving our fairy land
for tomorrow's sunny day
Yep, we were never bored! We made the fairy homes over by the chestnut tree and even snuck a little food to feed them once in a while. LOL!!! I will always remember those beautiful days with fond memories...
Deleteaaahhh sunny days. had a hammock between two japanese cherry trees and used to swing on it and get covered in cherry blossom. " the way of the warrior is to fall at the moment of perfection, like the cherry blossom " - old samurai saying - love and your letter is out of control - paul.
DeleteLovely, Nice memories...thanks for sharing. Kindly images too.
ReplyDeleteA Collage of Sunlit Memories
ReplyDeletePlaying house in the lilacs
I set out the dishes for my teddy bear.
Together we had tea
in their shadow.
Pretending I was Sheena Queen of the Jungle
I foraged in the tall grass of the field,
playing fierce huntress
to the grasshoppers.
I climbed into the beech tree to read my book.
Leaning on the pillow I brought with me
I gazed out at the sunlit garden
and the gardener working.
Sitting in the wooden swing in the yard
I held my beloved teddy bear tight
and swung back and forth
in the summer sun.
lovely and a joy to read! we were so lucky to be children when we were and our imaginations took us places the young ones today would never understand
Deletebeautiful poem...and I loved reading it. Great imagery. I could imagine you in your yard playing the fierce huntress...that made me smile.
Deleteteddy bears need their tea young lady and girls gotta swing - love and summer - paul.
Deletelittle, green, plastic soldiers
ReplyDeletehide in the grass jungle
in my childhood backyard
two of them have special names
Adam and Joe/ Linda and Vinnie
they tell what secret they know
of fear and love and pain
soon, they will be left behind
...all but forgotten
exchanged for grown reality
one goes off to Nam and future explosions
the other to Baltimore and wild implosions
but, the green plastic soldiers
remain forever inside them
where tears and sunshine and grass jungles
play on heart strings
through dirt and diamond rings
hold on to childhood, never forget
the days in the sun
the cool of the grass
and little green soldiers
and all the secrets they hold
for the young faces there
start to grow old and hair
starts to turn gray
and there's no way back
to the summer days
or the ways of play
for children...
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Deleteexcellent wolfie. used to set up elaberate battles with my plastic soldiers in the rockery. the nazi's always lost.
Delete" hell no. i wont go! " - love and peace - paul.
omg! Linda this is beautiful!!!! loved it! loved it! loved it!
ReplyDeleteFabulous and moving! This is an extremely special poem. It is impressive! Love it. Need I say more?
ReplyDeletePS This fabulous verse is amazing
Deletebut, the green plastic soldiers
remain forever inside them
where tears and sunshine and grass jungles
play on heart strings
through dirt and diamond rings
Thank you guys...this poem was written between tears...
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