A door in the wall,
A roof on the cellar.
Gone in the mind,
Like a pantheon pillar.
What voice can you have,
When you're no longer seen.
Your laughter your voice,
Like a midsummers dream.

i wish you didn't
fade away
like a july
midsummers day

hazy
hot
pleasant
and dear

it turned cold
within a year

smiles and joy
of which
we used to toy
faded away

like a july
midsummers day

Reaching back,
Back to that fork
In the road
Where irreversible consequence
Hid like angina
In a dunhill bubble

And you veered left,
Smitten by the decadence of mint
And mythical circles
Blown with liberal disdain
From a camel's ****

You followed the green line
Rippling like waves
Of vintage wine
Through gomorrah

Caution blown
As a midsummers gale
Between tarred lips,
Your ship sailed
The straits of cool
From bogart to newport

If dean only knew
Nat the king
Could still be singing
Nature boy on the square,
Live

He might have spurned his spyder
And lucky strikes
For a slice of life
Beyond 24

And you might have
Veered right
At that fork in the road,
Swapping scarred consequence,
Tarred lips,
And angina
For the whole pie

~ P
(#FromTheCamelsButt)
12/24/2014

In old south down, where the mourn mountains sweep,
There's a bridge made of wood where the willow trolls meet,
It's on midsummers eve when the sun takes a bow,
And bids bye, and farewell to the willow tree bough.

Talk of the evenings events and the mood there about,
And the damage that was caused by those lager louts,
Father willow troll talks of the courtships that passed,
Between boy trolls and lady trolls, and whether it'll last.

The baby trolls settle as the darkness descends,
And the moon shows her face to the willow troll friends,
Merry music is made from the willow tree strings,
And the food is supplied by the south down night things.

Horrid worldly events are a lifetime away,
As the humans excist by the exposure of day,
Two worlds so close, but nature keeps separate,
Never mixing together, its chosen by fate.

Pay attention and watch now, as my tales have begun,
Of a day seeking willow troll and his son.....

Shall I compare thee to a midsummer’s day?
No I shall not
For thou is nothing like it
Thou’st temperance is nothing short of fair
A summer’s day is hot and vicious
But thou’st soul is of utmost gentility
A sweet cool temperance is thous heart
Thou is more like an autumn afternoon
With eyes the color of the clear blue sky
And temper of the soft cooling breeze
Thous beauty’s only competitor is the changing leaves
Unique and changing
Vibrant reds, greens and yellows that each tree holds
The warmth of the sun is thous love
A love that only I receive
That warms my own soul to the heat of the burning hearth
Where we lay in passion and love
For if I were to compare thou to a midsummers day
It would be an insult
Thou is more beautiful
Far more fair
Thou is like an autumn afternoon
With eyes like the sky in the clear afternoon

Summer day, summer night.
I feel love is in my sight.
All my life I have seen, this midsummer dream.
And I realize nothing is as it seems.
This dream was like a wolf howling with no care
I dreamt about the love we shared
In the summer days I have you in my thoughts
You are what brought my dreams in the night
I wish you could have stayed in my sight
But you left after that one summer night...
And you are what made my midsummer dream

I have often found greater satisfaction
With the hesitant promise of sunshine
of a cold February day,
than of the complacent June midsummers
anticipating its own decay

They say an end must come
To every good thing
And you see,
I don’t want to wait till summer’s end
to pine,
wistful, for spring.

Hopes swell more malignant
Under promise’s anticipatory doting
So I have chosen a gratification more faithful
When I tell myself
*“I shall be in want for nothing.”

Love is merely a word which
cannot describe how I feel about you.
For the loveliest of verses cannot
make me smile the way you do.
Because you, my dear, deserve far
much more than those four
letters which are the
understatement of love.

Love is but a summary; a
generalization of romance, and
you, my dear, deserve far much more.

I promise you love
to the power of a million horse drawn
chariots on a midsummers day.
I promise you love
of the plentitude of all the acorns
gathered by the squirrels for winter.
I promise you the love
of the first song sung by the doves in spring.

You are the beauty of the first snowfall,
and the relief of the last.
You are the thaw, the buds on the trees.
You are the first golden leaf.
The sun may not shine as bright as your eyes;
the moon may never again light my night.
You are the soil in which I plant my roses,
you are the ground on which I plant my feet.

Soft wind off the lake
In the shadow of a tree
Driving Tiny waves to
Lap against the shore
Lull you with the song
Of A Warbler on a Branch

The coolness of the earth
Soothing the Mid Day Heat
As the Sound of Cicadas
Are Hushed by the call of the Loon
All upon a mid day Afternoon

The Sound of Laughter as Red Kites
Dance in the Air among the Clouds
The creak of Swings in full Motion
Lead to Day Dreamed Notions

Coolness sets in as the sun Sinks
A chorus of Tree frogs breaks
The Nights Silence

Shadows shift in the bloom
Of a Midsummers Moon


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Just a note
to say, thanks
for the many years
of enjoyment

when I first met you
I will admit I found
you a dry and boring
old stick

It took a while to get the knack,
to be enamoured with your style

but once converted, I was, a fan
and read you by midsummers night
in and out love, through tempests
and battlefields, with friends, foes
and witches,
on balconies, in shoreditches.
upon islands where all seemed familar
but in such a confusing way.

Through battles and histories
fact and fanciful.
I walked withyou and  
your word play
at my heels like a dog...

sometimes with clarity
and sometimes befogged.

Your words dear friend
have so often been apt...

Tho I sometimes wonder
if you knew the effect
your scrawl would have
as you sat and wrote
making it up as you went along,
I wonder if you thought your
words  were whisperings in a wind
there....and then gone.

And now you are famous,
world reknowned.
A bard no less
with the Globe at your feet

Yet to me you are a friend,
your words comfort, and inspiration
in a world unstable...

So again I say,
Thanks for the plays
the sonnets and things

it made a difference
more than you know

but just to let you know...
I still haven't got the knack
of writing in iambic flow....

The gradient of the mind

Black tears she cries, black to match her dour estate.
In the halls of the house sits darkness.
Cold is the night, constricting and binding,
only the minds of the naive escape its clutches.

White encapsulates his psyche, blindingly brilliant
and wasteful purity.
Gradually poisoned, the shadows creep through.
His bright light turns to grey.

The shadows twist forward, watching always watching.
Ensnaring souls, precious souls and infecting all.
‘Shadows exist behind all objects illuminated’
Or so the saying goes.

The chalice fills, overflows and spills.
Spills the sorrow of the mourning, spills the wrath of the vengeful.
Spills the love of the kind and ignorance of the doubtful.
This cup tips and writhing colours meet on the ground.

Ribbons dancing fluidly in the wind, whirling like flames.
Sights unseen by mortal eyes for many ages gone by.
Tangible streams merrily fly from heart to heart,
loosely connecting motes of light in the darkness of the void.

Higher, the mind ascends, infinitesimal mysteries grow.
Deeper into the abyss, conundrums swirl in misty reaches.
Forbidden knowledge beckons.
In the locked tomes of silence, a whisper is heard.

Fingers close around your swallowing throat.
Trapped they have you. Cut off from all.
The power fills you, an urging you felt.
‘Escape: delve back into the hidden depths of time.’

One midsummers night you dream.
Of teary ladies and foreboding towers.
Morn arrives and you venture into the dawn,
her face in your mind and song on your lips.

The song begins, weaves and binds; the greatest of us all consumed.
Minds break, splinter and fracture under its demanding weight.
Fevered and weary we are compelled to follow. Nuanced and delicate, a haunting melody.
It dances through your mind. The song of Time.

Like fire it leaps from sapling to sapling.
We are all trees in this great forest of life.
Very few resist its intricate thrilling cadence.
Only five score have remained sane.

Had I known your voice would haunt like so many dancing sprites along midsummers plush ridges
I may have said my peace long before you faded over the horizon
Winter was not left with your leaving
Chilled roots perhaps but more late October mysteries I have no answers for
Sending inquiries, soft and translucent
Go unheaded, unwanted, unheard
We were friends once, intertwined with what I thought was a love that had not faltered, just evolved
Months pass with naught left but frosty windows, my face pressed against the glass
Still waiting to see your light weave through the trees towards me once more

Roses were falling freely
the earth was given up
the midsummers night dream
The majesty of the night
formed the barefoot madness
so many colors of hearts to come....

Shaken by the violence of the moments of roses
forming , words,'this is the day'
feeling stunned, bewildered
so much to learn
as the roses were falling freely
that day was like no other
but, there is nothing more to tell....


Debbie Brooks 2014

Her song levies a listen,
worth giving your ears unto.
Breathing life into your day,
awaken you from tuesdays' gray.

She sings of midsummers' rain,
her fling with men who drink,
of never having a home,
how she saw the world as her kin.

For whatever you spare for change,
she pours her heart onto the street
Her song and she never had a name
music is how she could ever eat.

Her song levies a listen,
will kickstart your broken heart.
The town holds on to her 'cause
her songs keep it from falling apart.

On a warm, midsummers night
A weary soul, beneath a tired sky
Perchance, perhaps a tinge of irony
I come across a beautiful blue butterfly

Her smile, an embrace of a song
Melodies of violins on a rainy afternoon
Pure like a sparkling mountain brook
Precious like diamond dewdrops under a silver moon

Gentle touches, etched in memory forever
Soft as whispers, sharp as knives
And velvet caresses which lighten
The pains of a thousand lives

Sighing with simple sadness
Were those limpid brown eyes
Which bravely fights the world, in them
I see, a fierce spark resides

Aching with a yearning so deep
To see those eyes sparkle, that smile linger
But time flies, like a magical dream
Quaint and elusive, ever slipping through fingers

And the summer breeze dies out slowly
While I tremble and tumble, swoon and sway
After you, you beautiful blue butterfly
Who took my heart away!

And as times will come and times go by
Can’t help but wonder, I
On sleepless nights with breathless sighs
Solemn solitary walks, with cicadas cries
Did you ever care, ever realise?
Or was I a fool to fantasize?
Hoping for a blossom of love in those eyes
You beautiful blue butterfly.

Skin pale as a lily,
Eyes dark as the night,
Raven's hair blowing beyond my sight.

Lay with me you plead,
A devilish grin dancing upon your face.
My heart skip-s beat
as we lay under the darkened trees.
The wind whispering gently.
Moonbeams dancing on the leaves.
Grabbing my face gently,
Like a midsummers breeze.

The kiss you leave upon my lips,
Gently starts to warm me.
Leaving me unexpectedly pleased.

The Grace of the Gods' have called before,
My darkened lord I am placed before.

Hands of fire awaken my skin,
Enveloping my Soul.
Gazing upon you like a crystal ball.
Lost in those eyes.
of obsidian.
I have never felt like this.
My body writhes with the ecstasy of potentially more.
Responding effervescently.
I reach my hands unto your supple face.
Still gazing in those orbs.
I get lost in your graceful soul.
Never have I looked this deeply before.
As you take my hand,
to your darkened kingdom.

Hand to hand,
Heart to heart,
Soul to Soul
Kiss me as My lips do part.
as we shift into your darkened realm,
Knowing we are forever bound.