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Seasonal Affairs
Contributed by
keilantra
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Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 02:08:45 PM in AEST
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Seasonal Affairs
Each season has it own story
Each storm has its tale,
And the raindrops, they keep secrets
That they hear form the wind.
Yes, each season has its story,
Its own preference,
Its own crowd.
Summer is for the lovers, the painters,
The heartbreakers, and dont forget the players.
This is their time to shine, even in the moonlight,
They are golden
For the lovers, well, they love
During the long walks on the beach and in-between sticky kisses,
Holding hands on the piers, sharing hot-dogs.
And the painters, well, they paint this all-
what they see, observing the summer children at their best
With oils and pastels they create their own summer sky.
What about the heartbreakers and the players?
Club-hopping along the shore or in the city,
This is their turf, tread carefully, lest you find
Youre alone in a hotel next morning with a note reading
See you around, if youre lucky.
Sweet Fall is for the loners and the poets
And sad punk-rock boys with long hair
but no real home
The loners walk endlessly through the park
To observing the falling leaves,
Where they bump into the poets,(who mumble casual his)
Always thinking about how to make the scene a piece of script on a page,
And what exaggerations would sound better in what stanza,
What feeling would be more profound;
And oh, the sad faced boy with his guitar on the bench,
Flipping his bangs and singing Songs About Jane,
The girl who broke his heart over summer, She melts with the rain
Winter is for the corporate ones, and the sadist as well,
Plus the fair skinned children afraid of sunlight.
Well, the corporate ones are celebrating year in business what was smashing
And hoping to find themselves under mistletoe with the secretary,
Oh, my, she is dashing.
While the sadist count their failures and their attempts at suicide (Merry Christmas?),
And the children wait for sacks of coal on Christmas Eve,
The fireworks are the only real light they see.
And dear Spring is for the optimists, and the testosterone fueled boys
For the girls in Cancun, and San Juan,
Add in their first-grade sisters, plus the environmentalists as well.
Well the optimist dreams up new dreams,
smiling through the hallways of life, its deadly you know,
But they are so romantic, (or nave?)
Good news for the ocean boys, spring break is here,
The girls run for the skimpiest bikinis the can get into,
Slinking up to their parents, Money for the yacht?
The environmentalists are watching the roses and dandelions bloom,
Then get trampled by small girls in pigtails chasing butterflies and short boys,
Speak to your plants and they will grow.
Reassurance.
Oh yes, each season has its crowd, but summer is for the lovers.
Long walks under stars, wet kisses in the ocean;
Songs about eternal romance, (oh how they lie)
The night scene will play you.
Going to sleep in the sand, this moonlit affair,
Whispering dont let go, when no-one was ever really
Holding on,
And soon, the love is all gone.
Copyright ©
keilantra
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2006-07-15 14:08:45]
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Re: Seasonal Affairs
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by wizard on
Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 02:38:58 PM AEST
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your talent amazes me...i love this write!
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Re: Seasonal Affairs
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by sohangme on
Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 05:22:36 PM AEST
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| WOW! You really know how to tell it...great job! |
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Re: Seasonal Affairs
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by epsftbllchic1617 on
Sunday, 23rd July 2006 @ 07:38:53 PM AEST
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| I love the sence of imagery I get when I read your poem |
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