Summer

 

I like white heat,
Hot, hot, sunny bake,
Noisy cicada,
sweat in your chest,
dripping,
bees buzzing in the backyard,
running and walking,
I like the one you love me days!


Air conditioner running,
Water fountains flowering,
Lazy men snoring,
I lie awake, daydreaming
our first time,
The glittering card for our new born child,
Swimming as a family of 4 at YMCA,
The times you whisper "I Love You"
in my ears...

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(Labor Day Poems) THEY WHO TREAD THE PATH OF LABOR ~ Henry Van Dyke

They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod;
They who work without complaining, do the holy will of God;
Nevermore thou needest seek Me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me, clease the wood and I am there.
Where the many toil together, there am I among My own;
Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone:
I, the Peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife;
I, the Bread of Heav'n am broken in the sacrement of life.
Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free;
Every deed of love and mercy, done to man is done to Me.
Nevermore thou needest seek Me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me; cleave the wood, and I am there.

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Love Lock

Our body temperature
reaches the same level
as we lock our lust
with the warmth
of a kiss;
and the rages
of the anxious
touches...
The clock tells that
it's past midnight,
While we hoped longer sleep
under the jealous stars,
believing twilight is death.

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