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~
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
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
Across the bay I happily saunter
Consuming the cold fresh air
Revitalising the lungs in need of repair.
On the dirty sand I stroll
Submerged with smelly weeds
Swept up but the huge undercurrents.
The feeling of unsociable state of the ambiance
Harmed the magnificent bracing view from the horizon
Enriched by the sailing of the merchant ships.
Bewildered by the state of the bay
Anguish overpowered my love for the open environment
Yet admiring the mysteries of our natural world.
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
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 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
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.
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)