summer

summer is best ingested
with swallows in flight
armories makes you congested
with fury in a fiery might

I see you with a shovel walking
never reversing while talking

with flowers sunrays and a beer
I move festive trees in a song
with badgers and roaming deer
really say what could go wrong

I see you moving stones and time
in a looming booming with lime

when the sun in I heavily sets
behind the earth that moves today
there can be no singularity regrets
no anti matter coming out to play

I loved you then rolling in the sun
heavily smiled with I on the run

ditched in bright light calling
I see no heated danger yet
in the day's burning breath falling
to where extinction is just a bet

hold my hot eye this day I make
there is too much hot ash to rake




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-13 at 18:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. You are indeed a master of rhyme :)
2015-06-14



I love rhyming poetry when it's done well, as you have done here. Wonderful poem about a wondrous season.
2015-06-13



I love the feeling in this one! Yes, it progresses from such a happy moment until it heats up and then the ashes that are too hot to rake. Great feelings! Then there is the imagery all the way through to keep the reader seeing and feeling. Good one.
Ashe
2015-06-13