Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.
summer in india is something you dont look forward to at all...infact its 45 degrees C...i bet you have better summers...and better figures in tongs too! ! ! ...nice read michael...i like the way you let loose your imagination...nothing binds your thought! ! ! ! ...nalini
NICE WRITE, MIKE...A POETS IDEA OF INTERPRITATION IS WHAT MAKES THE POEM HIS/HERS...NOT THE READERS...THATS WHY OUR FORUM IS FREE.....TO EXPRESS FREELY & GENUINELY, A VIRTUE THAT SORELY LACKS ON SOME SITES TODAY....I MAY BE AN OLD SCHOOL ECCENTRIC....BUT I AM FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF ''NOTHINGOOD...SAY NOTHINGATALL U.''...NICE WRITE MATE...I'LL TEN YIR UP ME SAIL TOP RIGHT NOW...AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR.'''''''''''''''''''FRANK
ah alass Michael......summer also brings to the streets......... and makes it hard to drive my truck..........
I bet they do Michael, but you rarely see a thong on cornish beaches I can assure you! lol The second line caught me a little and the line starting with Angers heat, doesn't feel right with two heats so closely together. A good poem and with some work it could flow very nicely, You are so right, summer does light up our lives. It has been windy but sunny here on the Cornish Riviera. All the best, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think that it's interesting how the poet occupies most of the poem with an emphasis on the heat of summer (it's not THAT warm in Wisconsin, usa) and then quickly tops the poem off with a quick tie in to 'hot' figures. it kinda reminds me the little curl of ice cream on top of a cone, or a dollop of whipped-cream on pumpkin pie.