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The Summertime Kiss – Promote Yourself


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Summertime air so hot and so thick
Even the dog makes an effort to lick
The ice cold water in a cool metal dish
Winter weather is now for what we all wish

The evening is different, the sun has gone down
The air has cooled off, we’re no longer drowned
From the sweat dripping over us, a constant admonition
The summer is here, we need air condition.

But that evening breeze, and the beauty it carries
Makes me relax and think of picking strawberries
Picking them out in a large open field
Line after line, and no need to yield.

There are berries aplenty
No need to hoard
Just fill up our buckets
And thank the good Lord

For providing us with such a bountiful crop
Making cakes and desserts all day, non stop.
Full bellies at bedtime, and hearts full of bliss
It is summertime magic that brings us this kiss

Winter brings havoc with ice and heavy snow
But summer brings magic that makes us all glow
Whether sun tanned or happy, smiles abound
Summer time brings a certain joy to the town

We stay up much later and play in the dark,
We catch lightning bugs down the road at the park
We spend hours outside in the pool swimming
Then hours of rest to wake up and persist in

Another day in the sun, a day filled with fun
A day to just play but to remember the one
The one thing that summer returns with each year
Is the summertime kiss filled with play and good cheer!!

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Poetry and “other” play

 

It starts with a look, a casual glance
A prelude of what’s to come
A smile, a sparkle, a gleam in his eye
Let’s me know of the upcoming fun

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A dance in the kitchen
Then all through the place
We do our “To-do” list
And after that, begins chase

With laughter and elation
Our dance does commence
We abandon the clocks
Time is suppressed

love in flight

To the bedroom we go
Like young teenagers sneaking
Making love to the sounds
Of our own heavy breathing

“I love you” he says
Halfway through this dance
“I love you too” I respond
Although deep in a trance

Love at the core
The music we hear
The channel is tuned
Coming in quite clear

moon and back

My Sunday morning
Although sick today
Is one Sunday morning
I hope to replay

Over and over
Until our time ends
His time or mine
This dance transcends

All other dances
I’ve ever danced
This is my favorite dance
Filled with love and romance.

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Until our next dance…

~Kate

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Poetry Play

I wrote a song today

With a pen and some paper

But no instrument to play

 

I baked a cake as well

Lots of chaos in the kitchen

Between the  temp outside and the oven on, I feel like I’m in hell

 

I played in the garden and planted new plants

My hands and fingers were filthy

As well as my pants

 

I played with my son

Just the two of us

We were inside and out

But had a day with no fuss

 

A day with all smiles

A day with some play

A day with my mom

Is never wasted away

 

Time spent with love ones

Times just like these

Are the times I will forever

Plead not to leave

 

These times are all stored

In a box in my mind

So when I’m feeling sad

I can go back to find

 

The laughter the play

The wise words of mom

The memories of time well spent

Put together in a song

 

I’ll never forget the times

Such as these

Even when life has me down on my knees

 

There’s no rhythm or rhyme

Or particular verse

I march to my own drum

And don’t need to rehearse

 

It sounds foreign to you

Who follows the rules

of the written law

which I refuse to amuse

 

I write what I write

if it’s in my  head

And at the end of the day

I sleep fine in my bed

 

The beauty of marching

to the beat of your own drum

Is knowing that you’re recording memories

And having much more fun.

 

Will I get noticed?

Will I “make it” someday?

Who cares?! I don’t

I’m just here to play

Hello.  My name is Kate.  I’m 35 years old and live in the US in New York.  I haven’t touched poetry in 11 or more years.  I was prompted to give it a try and it’s almost as if I was born to write; it’s in my DNA.  It comes so easily to me.  Maybe I’m not as good as I could be, but it’s definitely something I enjoy and would be willing to receive constructive criticism to better my writing.  Here are three new poems that I wrote while “playing with poetry.”

Poetry after 11 years

As I said in my earlier posts, I’m now into writing adult non-fiction.  However, I came across a blog today, encouraging poets to submit their work.  Well, it’s been well over 11 years since I’ve written anything remotely close to being poetic, but thought I’d give it a try.  This is the response (the theme is summertime).  The ONLY reason I’m posting it on my blog, is because of the kind words that followed.  Thank you so much Forgotten Meadows for your kind heart and words of encouragement.  Maybe I’ll give poetry another try…  In the meantime, thank you for also opening up a new outlet for me; one that I believed was long gone.

Kate Fahey

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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