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~
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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 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!
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.
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