Beach Blanket Bingo (The Fab Five)
B etty Lou, beautiful Katherine, and
E leanor, Nellie Sue and Bethany
A ll playing Bingo, on blankets in sand,
C hatted away, happy girls by the sea,
H eaven-sent sun beaming high in the sky.
B ethany said, “Girls, suck tummies in.
L ook. Over there is a really cute guy!
A lso, we really should show him some skin!”
N ellie Sue said, “And he has four friends too!”
K atherine quickly adjusted her hair.
E leanor said, “Girls, you know what to do.”
T hey took off their beach wraps and made those men stare!
B ob and his friends asked to join the game.
I n minutes each lady was paired with a guy.
N o worries. Just good times. Always the same.
G olden girls shine like the sun in the sky.
O ld ladies, still young at heart, the fab five!
by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by Linda-Marie's
"Beach Blanket Bingo" Contest
She walked in to my life at the perfect time
Understanding all I had to say
Saying all the right things
Everyday with her a joy
Tonight I'll treat her like a queen
Walking hand in hand
Along the white sand beach
Locking arms and lips
Kissing soft and sweet
Oh the perfect day, as the sun begins to drop
Never doubted, my love for her won't stop
The two of us together
Heating up the night
Enjoying every wondrous sight
Ending our day
Arms wrapped around her tight
Come take me away
Heaven on earth, good night
Romantic Acrostic Contest
Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.
Seeking the perfect picnic spot
Utopian sunshine so mellow
Mountainous waves for surfing
Marching to nature's rhythm
Ever have basil flavoured ice cream? (better than it sounds)
Reeling in the Catch of the Day
Spending time on my bicycle
Under the star lit canopy dreaming
Marrying seed to soil, fresh grown
Meeting my family at the cottage
Enjoying the antics of energized grandchildren
Relishing floating on mirror like moisture
Beatify the heart in sapphire waves
echoes of the piper's sweet refrain
amend twisting steps,wash them away
canonize salted souls with angel spray
harpist of silver shoals stroking golden rays~
B raving the sweltering summer sun
E ngaging in laughter and having fun
A way from parents and dull city life
C hasing dreams without the pressures of strife
H anging together on white sandy beach
B eyond tides only dreams can reach
L athered up with tanning butter
A lone with true love sends heart a flutter
N othing is better than moment alone
K nowing salty sea spray is all your own
E ven with night’s cooling sea song
T he foaming waves, slap sandy shore, lifelong
B eneath overcast crimson sky
I hear the hunting seagulls’ cry
N othing more waning than his call
G rowing ever dim against ocean squall
O ccassional lone porpoise leaps nearby….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Beach Blanket Bingo” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
July 10, 2011
Only place in summer that I want to be
Now I have time to relax and be with the family
Taking time out to sunbathe in the golden sun
Happy times paddling in the sea is such fabulous fun
Even getting sand in our sandwiches doesn’t spoil the day
Bathing in the rising tide of an inviting sea
Enjoying watching the children play so joyously
Ambling over to the hotdog stall for a cup of tea
Circling seagulls overhead cry endlessly
Hoping this will always be a trip we make annually.
Written for Summer Acrostic Contest sponsored by Francine Roberts
B ack to the lake for some fun in the sun,
E veryone will be there it’s gonna be fun,
A ll together until the day is done,
C ooking some dogs and roasting some buns,
H ot sun blistering since the day first begun;
B eing with the friends that we’ll meet,
L ather up sunscreen, to block out the heat,
A ll our friends here at the beach,
N ow the foods done, who’s ready to eat,
K nowing this day is truly a treat
E ating and joking until the day is complete,
T he burning sand baking our feet;
B elieve me when I say it was a blast,
I hope that our fun won’t end fast,
N ow we have memories that I know will last,
G ood food good friends, time went too fast,
O ne day soon we’ll have to revisit this past!
Taste of salt on my lips
Harsh sand tickle my toes
Ears of wind rush the waves
Reek of kelp fill the air
Eyes of beauty behold
Written by: Ronald Zammit
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
How Many Syllables Counter: 30 syllables
Beaming sun upon my back
Establish my summer days
A beach, my boys, a blanket, and
Cold drinks, as I soak my rays
Hoping to darken my tan
Bronzing as the babies play
Applied Aveeno Baby, even to their nose
No frowns for the camera, 1-2-3, strike a pose.
Keen eye set on them, as the breeze gently blows
Easy and relaxed, my eyes begin to doze
Todd takes patrol, so I can repose & lay
Bestirred by buckets of water
Ice cold on sunkissed flesh
Now they're gonna get it good, I
Grab the cooler full of ice, and rush
Out in the sun, our time is spent the best
Contest: Beach Blanket Bingo - Sweetheart
Sitting comfortably at my veranda on sunny day
Yet my heart still searching and longing for something
Thinking of the cool blue water splashing nearby
Makes me decide to take a deep and refreshing plunge
July 20, 2013
For Adam Hapworth “CAPTCHA ACROSTC” contest
Open spaces on sand, for fun and frolic
Noise of waves, sound sweet as music
Taking a dip in blue depths, curling with tides
Horizon at sunset, orange hues give idyllic vibes
Eat local fish, and enjoy drinks like thirsty tribes
Blowing winds, turn the windmills apace
Enjoy the sunshine, and meditate for solace
Arrange the sea shells, look for pearls in case
Catch a sun tan, if you like, with a brave face
Handball if you play, win or lose with grace
Date write: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic (rhymed)
On the beach he sees among the crowds
Nebulous drifters who act like clouds.
They're beach-sitting to carry out schemes.
Hard-hitting waves followed by extremes -
Earsplitting voices - can they be screams?
Beach cops are like overanxious moms,
Every suspicious act - a time bomb.
Always watching out for out peeping toms,
Carefully checking each pier with qualms.
Honor the beach cops for keeping calm.
Only you can surround me so lovingly.
Never again, alone I shall never be.
The smell of the ocean water infuses upon me.
Heat activates the scent of the sand.
Every muscle of mine relaxes, I refuse to stand.
Beneath the sun that darkens this skin.
Enjoyment penetrates me from within.
Amazing is the view from where I lay.
Charmed by the seagulls as they play.
Here, on the beach where I can be, here I am completely free.
For Contest: Summer Acrostic
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
I'd watch the waters of the bay
mingle with the rocks and sand.
Failing stars misted in gray
Again fail to illuminate that strand.
Lovers Point won't understand.
Lonely people seem to like it there.
I watched them all as they passed by--
Nodding to my equals there,
Gentle ones who came to tearless cry...
For what? Only the rocks know why.
One night I left that lonesome band;
Reaching out to you I touched love's flame.
You held me close and took my hand.
Once 'twas a lonely place of pain,
Until you gave Lover's Point back it's name.
LOVERS POINT REVISITED
I stood above the misty shore,
My time was short as it was late,
And watched the reflections once more--
lover's Points nocturnal state--
Our meeting place of misread fate.
Nice it was when we were there,
Except there's no more 'you and I'.
Only a memory of a brief affair,
Not lasting long as it went awry.
Cold and dark: Lover's Point's sky.
Every so often it seems to me
My life is like the waves off the shore:
One special person comes near to me,
Retreats again, is then no more.
Even the Point knows not what for.
Beneath the umbrella rainbow canopy,
Elvis croons from an old man’s radio.
As he smears lotion on his nose and knees,
Children hop by screaming in stereo
Hot hot hot! The sand’s hot on my feet!
Blasting sand onto sun-bathing girls,
Laughing boys race to the sea.
Avid readers get lost in their worlds,
Not noticing the shade retreat.
Kite flyers whirl and twirl,
Enjoying the breeze on the beach,
That causes the beach towels to curl.
Buried treasure inspires kids
Into digging deep in the sand.
Names are called when it’s time to quit;
Grown-ups leave, relaxed and tanned.
Optimistic for tomorrow’s plan, of more beach blanket bliss!
Received 3rd place in the "Beach Blanket Bingo" Contest
Ocean’s mist creates fog at dawn
Ramble along the beach or take a
Morning hike on a nature trail
Observe the herons, cranes and pelicans
No species are unprotected here
Drop the rifle and pick up a camera
Boars will surprise you on woodland paths
Each river is filled with manatees and alligators
Awesome white-tailed deer prance through the forests
Children create sand fortresses on the beach
Hiding from nature’s beauty is impossible here
A canvas can only capture an image
But first-hand visits are truly a privilege
B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s all around,
L uscious strawberry’s, grapes and a peach,
A n astounding day at the beach,
K indly I help put lotion on a woman’s back,
E ven on the beach my manors are still intact,
T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in,
B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins,
I do not seem to even mind,
N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time,
G oing towards the car I start to dance,
O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance.
By: Sabina Nicole
(**I visited the Kuta beach in Bali, Indonesia in the early 90s.The expressions
poem is the powerful of feelings recollected in tranquility today in 2009
remembering the visit.)
Beach I remember of getting wind in my hair
Eyes were full of tears of joy and not grief
And to stand on the sand and simply to stare
Clothes dampening while playing “run away”
Hear the wavelets at play tickling our toes.
Be seated on the beach with feet in the sand
Listen to ocean’s song to clear the mind
And watching the crimson sunset at the same time
Not to bother for any cares, watching God’s bounties.
Kept roaming on the beach to find colored shells
Eavesdropping to hear the ocean’s deep roar
The tired mind to be refreshed smelling the salt.
Behold the beach! Here I have found peace
I have found love too, here, here and here
Nowhere but on grains of sand that blankets
Graciously and gorgeously offering a bed of comfort.
Oh, the freedom to run, fall, hold, cuddle and coil.
Date 12-30-09 The poem originally in Free Verse was turned into Acrostic
contest in 2011 but before I could submit it, the contest was closed).
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Third place win
Contest: Impress Me II by Giorgio V.
Motif - Romantic/Nature
O sprey's circuitously scan the sandy bay
N esting gulls turn warily, then crouch to lay
T rippers emerge from beach holiday huts, some part clad
H orizon line now obscured by wind turbines, how sad
E agerly swim suited children race down to the sea
B ody oil glistens on sun bared backs along the quay
E asterly breezes caress the sand dunes pampas grass
A vid eyes search the rock pools as the fish species swim past
C aravanners fill the beach with sun breaks and towels
H olidaymakers' cars double park, flouting rules
Only the hum of the crashing
No other sound but the waves;
Two dolphins seem to be dancing
Helping us see what to save;
Each moment we are inspired.
Beginning life in a dream
Evolving into desire,
Action to quiet the scream;
Calming you down with a smile,
How the sea sure does beguile!
Beach, I went sunburnt,
Evidently, I learnt,
Across the road ,
Cantered cane toads,
Henry thought it’s fine,
Bull mastiff Jerry Hog's,
Laugh's at every bodies dogs,
A growling all the time .
No body wore their togs,
Kangaroos were banned,
Elisa sat and did count frogs,
Too hot the ladies fanned,
But later on the Hog had gone,
I thought he did it nicely,
Not the dog on the grog,
Go a bit unsound precisely,
Over dog diddle cocked leg widdle, worn so nicely.
for Linda Marie's "Beach Blanket Bingo" contest
5-jul-11 Don Johnson
On the Beach
Dr. James E. Martin
Once here I come alive,
Never would I my emotions deprive.
Thrilled am I to enjoy the sun.
Happiness is that from which I’ll not run,
Eventually, however, this day will be done.
Beautiful is this place - beyond compare,
Even a moment here I cannot spare.
All should come and with each other share,
Call me crazy if you dare,
Home will be better when I finally get there.
Beach balls, umbrellas, shells from the sea
Envision castles in the sand
Able to see as far as the eye can see
Catch a wave, a ray for the perfect tan
Hawaii is the destination for all of these
~ Leonard Napierskie
T houghtfully I write and the keys
Y elp as puppy dogs with every stroke,
P assionatly filling my heart while the
E nd of the line brings a bell that, as a
W riter, is my lover.
R ays of sun shining as
I ntense as my joy,
T hat comes from such bells,
I nevitably creating a smile.
N ow, I am unstoppable. Such a passionate letter
G rowing as steadfastly as my young heart flows.
O nly now may I feel the ambience,
N othing can sadden these eyes.
T ogether, we type and all is well.
H eat to liven my pulse and light to my
E yes, the art acrostics.
B elieving in the things unseen,
E asy to young hearts not these,
A s the faith in my heart flutters,
C reating a light for my path.
H ow new all feels, typewriting on the beach.
Day At The Beach
Beautiful girls go bouncing by
Each suit designed to catch the eye
Ample bodies lean and tanned
Catch rays while lounging on the sand
Heavenly bodies to be sure
Before the young men they demure
Laughing, teasing, acting coy
Attempting to attract a boy
Neath their amber colored glasses
Keeping score as each boy passes
Emotions rising like the tide
Trying seriously to decide
Between the varied beach-boys who
Intentionally show off near you
Never letting on that they
Get giddy when you look their way
Oh if you'd just come out and play
Summer is fun, seasons hot
Umm, temperature just soar!
Moving 'round, is kind of hard
Makes one tired and rains some more
End of summer brings next fall
Rays from sun most folks adore.
Dorian Petersen Potter
"Dorian 42" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson,
to honor poetess Dorian Petersen Potter (aka ladydp2000)
It is an acrostic style of poem done with a 6 letter word to create 6 lines x 7 syllables thus
42 in all.The 2nd 4th and 6th lines must rhyme.As many verses as you wish with a 6 letter word.