The last day of July and the sun is setting on another Summer P.A.D. We started out gangbusters and fell off a bit. Either I was a victim of that Facebook scam that posts vile comments which drove our poets away, or someone let the cat out of the bag that I’m Conservative! 😀 But the loyal poets who have posted most if not all prompts deserve accolades and my admiration for sticking it out!

So we’ll end this year’s exercise with inspirations from country singer Kenny Chesney’s When the Sun Goes Down!



Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night

Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it’s nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be back for more

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it’s time to play

When the sun goes down, we’ll be grooving
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Kracker’s Sexy when the sun goes down

We’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys’ hotter when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water,
Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.


Written  by Brett James


To end this month, write a summer sunset or sundown poem. Use your palette of words to paint a brilliant scene. And thank you for another productive month of poems!


We’ll be back Wednesday to resume with our INFORM POETS prompt. Until then, vaya con dos!


Saturday is movie day, so we are bringing two films to your screen to inspire you.

The first is the classic coming of age story, The Summer of ’42.

Summer of '42

Summer of ’42


Summer of ’42 is a 1971 American comedy-drama film based on the memoirs of screenwriter Herman Raucher. It tells the story of how Raucher, in his early teens on his 1942 summer vacation on Nantucket Island (off the coast of Cape Cod), embarks on a one-sided romance with a young woman, Dorothy, whose husband had gone off to fight in World War II.



Our second feature is A Storm in Summer.

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer tells the story of an old Jewish shop owner Mr. Shaddick (‘Peter Falk’) who suddenly finds himself responsible for a little black boy named Herman Washington (‘Aaron Meek’) who is trying to escape the chaos of Harlem as part of a sponsorship program. At first, Mr. Shaddick wants nothing more than to get rid of the kid, but to spite the well to do lady who tries to take him over to her home, he decides to take Herman in. As time goes on, Mr. Shaddick finds himself caring about Herman and has the misfortune of being the bearer of bad news, which reminds him of when he received a telegram himself.


Choose either to inspire you. You can write of a summer where you experience a life changing event and how you coped with it. Or you can choose to write a summer storm poem. We’re talking weather, social upheaval, or controversy that can be considered a “storm” of sorts. No matter which one you choose, it will be expressed tenderly by your heart.


We’re winding down our challenge and soon it will be back to the grind. So let’s escape in a big way. It’s our end of summer party. We’re kicking off the festivities with the next song on our playlist: Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.


Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they’re beginnin’ to boil

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

I don’t know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven’t a clue

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

So of course we’ll party responsibly, know our limits and kiss this bad boy adieu! And write a poem about your own Margaritaville or a facsimile thereof! What’s your idea of paradise? Is it a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there? Your title will be (YOUR NAME)VILLE. Sell us on your destination! And remember, it’s your own damn fault!


Village In Late Summer – Poem by Carl Sandburg

Lips half-willing in a doorway.
Lips half-singing at a window.
Eyes half-dreaming in the walls.
Feet half-dancing in a kitchen.
Even the clocks half-yawn the hours
And the farmers make half-answers.
Carl Sandburg’s poem has us gathering in the village square in late summer. There is a sense of community in a place where people gather, much like the Poetic Bloomings garden. Make the title of your poem VILLAGE ________ and write the poem about your community . Village Square, Village Idiot, Village Life… (of course you can substitute Town, City, Community, Island for Village as well. It’s about your dwelling place more than anything.


Half bleary-eyed when I wrote this one, and I’m not really pleased with it. So, I’m throwing up a Wild-Card! Staying with location, every big state, big city or even small town has a motto or slogan. Illinois is the “Land of Lincoln”, New York is the “Empire State”, NYC is the “Big Apple”. Around my neck of the woods there is the “Steel City”, “City of Good Neighbors”, the “Queen City” and “Cataract City”. If you live in an area with such a moniker, write that as your inspiration.


It’s been quiet around here, so we’ll turn up the volume and use song to deliver this prompt! From 1958, here’s Eddie Cochran and Summertime Blues:


I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler
About a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, “No dice son, you gotta work late”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom and pop told me, “Son you gotta make some money”
If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next Sunday
Well I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick
“Well you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lick”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

I’m gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well I called my congressman and he said “Whoa!”
“I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to vote”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues


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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

That’s right out of the heart of Rock and Roll. Now, we’re not looking for a song about “the Blues” (although if that’s where this takes you, go for it). What we ask is that you write a “Colors of Summer” poem. There’s much by which to be inspired. Azure skies, blue waterways, green grass (or around here, brown grass)… find a tint and hue of the season and rhyme without reason! Well, maybe one reason… because you love to write poetry! And remember, “there ain’t no cure” for the poems you choose!
Wednesday usually means a form. I was going to suggest a sonnet. So if the feeling moves you, please indulge my whimsy!


Another simple quote becomes our fuel for today’s prompt. The age old conundrum between the concepts of similes and metaphors. To refresh:

A simile is a figure of speech in which two unlike things are explicitly compared, as in “she is like a rose.”, “The thick fog is like pea soup.”**

In comparison, a metaphor is a figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance, as in “A mighty fortress is our God.”, “The fog is thick pea soup.”.**
To throw a monkey wrench into it, a mixed metaphor is the use in the same expression of two or more metaphors that are incongruous or illogical when combined, as in “The president will put the ship of state on its feet.”.**
** All definitions are from
The quote to trigger your response:
“Summer, like a kiss, trembles when it first arrives.” ~ Marty Rubin
Come up with a few summer metaphors or similies and put one (some) into your poem.


Here is a quote from John Keats. It is taken from ‘Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne:


I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” ~ John Keats


Think of three “delights” you could present to someone on a summer day. Write them into your poem. Or even pen a butterfly poem! Or an ‘Ode to a Bright Star’.

You’re being given a free reign to write to this fine summer day!


Poet Gary R. Ferris provides today’s inspiration with his poem:

Peaceful Summer Day

Sitting on the front porch enjoying a peaceful summer day,
Writing down the words that He’s given me to say.
Sipping on my coffee and watching the wind blow the trees,
Quietly watching the birds sailing in the breeze.

When I look at this beauty it takes my cares away,
The majestic mountains that top these skies today.
Off in a distance a bird begins to sing,
And the sounds of the country and the music it can bring.

The dogs are lying in the sun and lost in the deep,
To watch them in this summer breeze make me want to fall asleep.
To realize that I have been so blessed,
All of my troubles become no more than a pest.

Listening to the sound of children playing in the sun,
Reminds me of a boy and all the things I had done.
Laughing and playing and cherishing each day,
Sometimes I wish that those times were here to stay.

In a world full of struggle, turmoil, and strife,
I feel so blessed to get to live this life.
There are no brilliant words that I could ever say,
That ever could describe a peaceful summer day.


There’s nothing better on a Sunday than writing a poem using the “words that He’s given” us to say. Hook into a word, a line or a thought to expand upon, and write your new poem!


The best laid plans of mice and men…

Summer fast approaches and you can’t wait to grab your board, head for the beach and catch some waves. Only one problem. You flunked a grade and find yourself in Summer School. To the errant student, it’s a shame he didn’t work hard enough. But what was the teacher’s crime? 


That brings us to our feature presentation for this afternoon.


A high-school gym teacher has big plans for the summer, but is forced to cancel them to teach a “bonehead” English class for misfit goof-off students. Fortunately, his unconventional brand of teaching fun field trips begins to connect with them, and even inspires ardor in some. 


Even though we’re all responsible people (at least some of you are, 😉 ) Think of a time when work took you away from something or someplace you really wanted to be. Even if it’s just anywhere but work! Have some fun with it and write your “escape”.