Best Poems About / On JUNE
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Too Soon (Dedicated To Mrs Tham My El Lit Teacher, hi PUALINA
The bluebells of June have finally been lost,
back to the earth that bore them,
throughout my life I will dread their flowering
for they scar a time of yearning.
Their coming fills me with the happiness
of memories of you, but they still gave me suffering
with the time of mourning for you
But yet these could still
Reveal the secret garden of my heart.
The forest floor, full of purple glory
scented gently of you,
one March we strolled its peaceful path
a meadow beneath our feet.
A year passed in a blink of an eye,
And then you were gone
Later in the month of June,
came the anguish of my soul -
you left me far too soon,
Like the bluebells of June
If only I could hear your voice,
the calming things you would say,
the earth itself would bow to my grief.
Like the bluebells every June,
You came and-
Gone too soon.
12/07/12
Skylar Stamon Silver Salvatore
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From May to June
May
Soft winds once made skirts billow
as girls walked along
while men wolf whistled.
No summer hats these days,
seems they've gone,
lost in another time.
I dream of olden days
when tattoos were for sailors
and eyelashes were real.
When gentlemen wore
suits and ladies,
summer gloves.
May holds its own though,
as birds still chatter in trees
and the sky above is blue.
May, a splendid month,
balmy and sunny
and nearer to June.
June
June warms the heart,
fruity and warm,
full of hope.
Lovers fill parks,
pairing, necking
like swans,
Guitars play
to summer breezes
as ice creams drip
and lagers froth,
large bellied men
laugh and quaff.
Rhythmic melodies
on the breeze drift by
making me mellow.
Streakers pop out
to amuse us,
especially plump ones!
They all appear in June
I don't know why
but summer's come at last!
Ruth Walters
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World Famous Painting Haiku - Frederic Leighton's Flaming June
flaming june
she sleeps like
a summer bloom
flaming june
sleeping like
a summer bloom
indian summer
the calm in the heat
and her nap
indian summer
fiery bloom
drowsy noon
flaming june
a summer bloom
in the heat
Particulars
title | Flaming June
artist | Frederic Leighton
period | Victorian
date | circa 1895
collection | Museo de Arte de Ponce
Of all of Frederic Leighton's paintings, Flaming June is perhaps the artist's most recognizable and best loved work. It is an image of splendid beauty that compels the viewer to gaze in wonder at the rapturous symphony of color and composition. In this painting, Leighton reveals his genius as both a colorist and a Classicist.
Although Flaming June does not tell a specific story, it is clear that the artist is inviting the spectator to contemplate the figure of the sleeping girl. Some scholars have suggested that this painting is Leighton's homage to a grand tradition in art history that goes back to Giorgione and Titian, in which images of slumbering women were represented. These sleeping women, who were usually at least partially nude and often referred to by the mythological name Venus, were meant to inspire sensuous thoughts (and reactions) in their primarily male audiences.
However, the Victorian era is notorious for its outwardly prudish attitudes toward overt sensuality. And while the model in Flaming June is certainly not nude, her fiery garments are meant to excite and arouse the senses. Indeed, the girl's dress is the most astonishing shade of orange, and this voluptuous color draws the eye. The vibrant orange is complemented by a soft band of blue in the background, and this effective combination of elements is but one of the characteristics that mark this painting as one of Leighton's most accomplished masterpieces.
john tiong chunghoo
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june in january
When in January its June,
in March it will be August, hot
and clammy while I swoon
within your arms, if I am not
mistaken about climate change
that is inevitable when
the summer months within my range
make me perspire once again,
and long for January thats cold,
when I feel comfortable within
your arms, not feeble, frazzled, old,
and ready to embark on sin,
without the need for air condit-
ioning that I associate with June.
Thats why in wintertime I wish
that January will not leave soon,
but when it does it should be May,
my favorite month when birds do sing,
accompanying my love each day
with joy while you make my heart spring.
Inspired by Its June in January, a song associated with Bing Crosby, written by Ralph Rainger and Leon Robin:
A clouded moon creeps across the clouded sky
Winds of January sigh and moan
And yet it's June.
I can see a sky of blue
Dear the miracle is due to you.
Just you.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love
It always is spring in my heart
with you in my arms.
The snow is just white blossoms
that fall from above.
And here is the reason, my dear,
Your magical charms.
The night is cold
The trees are bare
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love.
But only because I'm in love with you.
Oh the night is cold!
Won't it be to bear?
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love
`1/23/08
gershon hepner
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