Poems About: JULY

The BIG BANGS on the fourth of July!
Picnics, fireworks, barbecues, hot dog for everyone!

Cool-dog lay in fresh whole-wheat bun covered with mustard, read more »

Such wild and chilly weather with heavy showers of sleety rain
That flood the spouting and the creek and the storm water drain
And the paddocks around the Powlett river seem like an inland sea
And water everywhere about as far as the eyes can see. read more »

Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a sitting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull! read more »

Sitting Duck

Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, - read more »

Laying Back

Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, - read more »

A ghost is roaming through the building,
And shadows in the attic browse;
Persistently intent on mischief
A goblin roams about the house. read more »

In my house all alone,
In this life all alone,
To yourself you say shalom,
Once again you have been brought down, read more »

On Clara's slopes in mid July i ate the whortleberry
And the splendid views i do recall towards the hills of East Kerry
The whortleberry small blue fruits that ripened on the heather
From late June until late July in changeable Summer weather. read more »

  In Mexico and Latin America, celebrating one's
  Saint's day instead of one's birthday is common. read more »

Computing commuters hirsute
bawdy brutes though in collar and suit,
who as train hoots toot-toot
spy true beauty who’s mute, read more »

The fastest dog in Millstreet when I was a young boy
Was owned and bred by Maurice Connors his name was Black July
Trained by Paddy O Keeffe at Dooneen a leading trainer then
In the Kennedy cup at Limerick he had a famous win. read more »

For Junealice Pardo-Vela passed July 4th 2010**

Without the turning of a month I remained a beautiful flower
My vase of narrow glass of narrow food and narrow light read more »