Summer Memories

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“Ah, summer was so warm and light!” Gun Roswell

Summer Memories

Looking back, to the time, when the clouds were soft, the sky was blue and the weather warm
Looking back, with yearning, stomach churning, simply because
It was a time of elation, happiness of sorts, when only running around, in very short shorts
Never one worry of freezing or even several times sneezing

Summer, the season I worship
Summer, the time I can in peace sit
Summer, the state of light and colour
Summer, winter really has left me a bummer!

Reminiscing the good times, as always, that is what memories are about
It might have rained sometimes, been even too damned hot, but still I shout
“Summer, please come back again and as soon as possible,
Help me get out of this wintry white hole!”

Summer reflected

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“Oh summer, come back please!” Gun Roswell

Summer reflected

Through the mirrors of my glasses
I can clearly see as time passes
Visions of all the yesterdays
Within these reflected memories stay

Watching it all like a television show, so fun
My favourite ones, are those spent under the summer’s sun
When everything is warm and light
Even the state of mind without a fight

But lingering too long in the past
Can throw in the present a nasty cast
Looking back with only rose shaded lenses
Not giving a thought to all those paid expenses

Living in the here and now
May sometimes cause a frown
But the before today is gone
Some looking ahead should be done

The best bet would be not to dwell
And with the best hopes of a great future to sell
Live today the best you can
Because in those precious memories it too will land

Elements and Symbols

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“If, as a chemist, I see a flower, I know all that is involved in synthesizing a flower’s elements.
And I know that even the fact that it exists is not something that is natural. It is a miracle”
— Albert Hofmann

Elements and Symbols

Undiscovered
Laying dormant
Recovered
By an informant

The symbols drawn
Onto the unknown elements
Before the early dawn
Possibly as ornaments
Signs of prediction
Part, of some ancient superstition

Colourful
But fearful
These elements and symbols
Remaining a riddle
But nothing to belittle
Possibly the initials
Of gods from the past
Carved into stone
For ages to last

Pink Flora (five)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Space Oddity

“This is Major Pink,
Calling ground control, over”

“Ground control to Major Pink,
We hear you loud and clear”

“Uhm, I am in a wee bit of trouble here,
It seems, my pods won’t retract, over!”

Pink Flora (three)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Simply Pink

Yes, we are pink
Yes, we are in sync
Yes, we may stink
Yes, it’s the odour of pink

No, we are not a missing link
No, us, you can not drink
No, we are not an inc

So, just let this all, slowly sink

Pink Flora (four)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Rhythmic

Stacked, with a rhythm
By someone, with a vision
It seems, like repetition
But it is clearly, symbolism

Pink Flora (one)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Pink Rose 1

A rose, painted in pink
With a most delicate ink
And only for a moment, it will remain
But your heart, forever it will stain

Pink Flora (two)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Pink Rose 2

Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls

Green Taking Over

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“No water, no life.
No blue, no green”
Sylvia Earle

Green Taking Over

Green, is the front yard
Green, is the colour of the greeting card
Green, is the mind of this bard
Green, you cannot discard

Green, now also Red Rover
Green, like the four leaf clover
Green, is summer’s exposure
Green, is taking over

Red Rose

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“A rose by any other name…”

Red Rose

A beautiful red rose
Now, fully grown
Standing, in a tall pose
Waiting, for the one it chose