Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day,
come home to your children, no time for play.
Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.
A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.
I have a house with an awesome ocean view
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.
If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.
Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: My Wish For You
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Today we are having fun at the sea
Mummy and daddy, Tommy and me.
White topped waves tickle our toes
Salty sea water splashes our clothes.
Mummy and daddy are relaxing on the beach
Tommy and I play happily, not far out of reach.
The weather is cold and clouds block the sun,
still nothing will stop us all having some fun.
Daddy has a net and we searched in a rock pool
We found a crab and sea shells, the water was cool.
Mummy has packed a picnic for us to eat,
how I am enjoying our beach day treat.
I hope the clouds disappear and the sun peeps through
then we can enjoy the beach neath skies so blue.
We can’t rely on the weather even thought it’s June
it was fun being together and we can come back soon.
Contest Oil Paintings 1-2-3
Sponsor Eve Roper
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Peering down from a window seat,
she closed her eyes and she sensed the heat,
the plane made its final approach,
and she didn’t mind flying coach,
the land meets the ocean on the east,
and it was emerald green,
that could be seen
from her window,
perfectly manicured hedges and lawns,
graceful coconut palms,
and backyards dotted with pools,
tennis courts and yard tools,
to an outsider it would seem,
that Palm Beach was like a dream,
glamourous in every way,
larger than life, so they say,
beautiful and mysterious like a good book,
worth every moment shared,
worth every look,
highway filled with fancy cars,
host to kings, tycoons and movie stars,
and now a little girl,
heading to a fantasy world.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
Flesh on show and sun tan lotion
bodies laid on towels or sun lounges
By the ocean
Salty air wind blown hair
Music streaming from the near by fair
Baby screaming nappies full
Cool guys looking for babes on the pull
Sun shades and floppy hats
Grown men playing cricket with ball and bats
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Candy floss and lemonade
Father With binoculars pretending to look out to sea
Or read a newspaper but really looking at the bathing beauties
Bikinis and manknies G strings tight where the sun don't shine
Hot dogs and hamburgers the popping of corks from bottles of wine
Hairy legs and wrinkled skin
child almost drowning couldn't swim
Muscle bound Life guards with muscles to impress
Granma lost her false teeth
Dropped between her breasts
Ice creams and summer dreams
Young child peeing in the sea
Among the swimmers splashing about with glee
People playing beach ball and football
Mother calls come on all it's time for tea
Large Busty woman running like jelly on a plate
And nearly starting an earthquake
Sand between your toes
Sun burn on your nose
Sweaty arm pits sweaty bums
Toffee apples and bleeding gums
Sea gulls flying screeching high above
Clear blue sky pure white dove
Watching the frothy waves stretch upon the shore
Watching the horizon and tiny boats 10 miles away or more
Dogs running here and there
Sweets being passed around to share
Crabs and shrimps and other critters in a rocky pool
Children with fishing nets and jars to take them back to school
Para gliders pulled by speed boats high in the sky
Oh why do people want to risk life
As they could die
Postcards to write people on there bikes
The smell of fish and chips
Children with jam around their lips
Couples walking hand in hand barefoot on warm sand
Treasured memories and photo's to cherish
Suitcases packed feeling unwound and relaxed
Can't wait until next year when they come back.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
Fish and chips salty air
Big fat bottoms sat on stripy deck chairs
Sticks of rock candy floss and bottles of soda pop
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Dad with binoculars pretending to look out to sea
But looking at the bikini hot babes
Little child paddles in the sea
Little child has a pee
Ice cream and jellyfish
Punch and Judy ventriloquists
Bare flesh everywhere sea breeze tussles hair
Walruses laid on beach towels everywhere
Courting couples walking hand in hand
Games of cricket and Beach ball on the sand
Annoying music steaming from someone's radio
A scream goes out as a crab bites someone's toe
The smell of suntan lotion mixed with sweat
And the smell of cigarettes
Waves rolling upon the shore
A baby wanting it's diaper changing lets out a might roar
Burgers and hot dog's from a van
Guy's with muscles parading the beach as though saying to the girls
Look at me I'm all real man
As the girls giggle and wiggle
As the hot Sun smiles down
On a day by the sea.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’
A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part
Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme
My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see
Behold my mistress of fair skin
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious
"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet
Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore
Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps
But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand
Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around
Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before
Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below
Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began
Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise
My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
Sitting under my sun umbrella
The ocean is my wonderful painting
The sun shines on the small waves
Far in the distance I can glimpse a small boat
I must have my sunglasses on
The sun heats I have shadow under my sun umbrella
The sand on the beach is burning hot
The waves along the beach creates scratches in the sand
Turkey 23. 09. 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
Pirana filled lake
Will he get out in time?
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012
Jumping up and down at the age of seven,
Ready to go by the time it was eleven.
Hand in hand us four went down,
Dad,Sis, Little Sis and I, holding no frown,
Until we reached the edge of the sand,
When Sis exclaimed,"Oh my land!"
For there as far as the sea,
Were giant jellyfish as lifeless as tea.
Before Dad could yell,
On one I almost fell,
There and then, I looked for my sake,
That the jellyfish seemed to wriggle and shake,
Screaming a scream too high to seem,
Like a human's voice inside the theme,
Of a lovely, sunny morning.
Thank goodness it was only my imagination forming.
So we trudged back in sadness,
For the morning suddenly turned to blandness.
Yet it stuck to my mind,
Reminding me in every kind,
Of way to watch where I go as I talk,
Especially when I walk,
Onto a beach,
That's in a jellyfish's reach.
Copyright © Sarah P. | Year Posted 2015
I push my feet blissfully into smooth sun-kissed grains of sand.
Taking my feet abruptly from their fun, down to the shore I run.
Warm briny sea caresses them; they splash like happy children.
(Dreaming of warmer days) For PD's Any Poem Goes #7
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
Was it a fantasy?
Seashore breeze on caught
Live on a dream
Did I slept yesterday?
'Cause the view was stunned
Stunned in Bali
Was it just fantastic?
Footprints on damped sand
Can I just be extend?
Bali is too great
But I leave soon
Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012
Foaming bubbles on the sand
As salty water reaches land
The thunderous sound of waves crashing
Children joyfully laughing and splashing
It is another Aussie Summer on the beach
Work and stress, way out of reach
Time to relax, soak up some rays
Take a step into a new phase
The gulls high above are soaring
In the white sand kids are drawing
Amateur love hearts in the sand
As loving couples walk hand in hand
There’s an abundance of happiness
Plenty of smiles and a kind of peacefulness
A warm glow, spreading out from within
Take a deep breath as your surroundings sink in
A myriad of ancient rock pools to explore
Full of oceans’ treasures galore
All odd and ends swept in from the sea
Discoveries made as imaginations run free
Water laps at your toes as you stand on the shore
Multi-coloured shell fragments lifted off the ocean floor
Are scattered haphazardly along the water line
Shells hammered by forces into shards so fine
A Mother holds a shell against her daughters’ ear
Explaining the ocean sound that you can hear
A wondrous smile grows on the child’s face
She is mesmerised by this magical place
The beach is unique, in a class of its own
A place to go for comfort or when you’re feeling alone
Aquamarine water and white tipped waves
Brings about great content, as your soul it saves.
©copyright Juanita Torr
Copyright © Juanita Thorn | Year Posted 2013
turquoise waves tumble
softly embrace hot white sand...
each moment’s erased
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
I love to be down the shore.
The sound of the waves and so much more.
Gulls cry from above and somewhere someone's falling in love.
The boardwalk with its lights so bright.
The rides thrill us with delight.
And frozen custard what a treat!
Those curly fries can't be beat.
Down the shore where life is fun.
I'll see you there when the summer comes.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2015
Tavira is my town
The place I call my home
Rich in history
Much like me
Many secrets does it hold
Ancient times still apparent
Different people now
A different time
How many footsteps have trodden the cobbled streets?
With donkeys or on foot
How many couples once kissed on the seven arch bridge?
Warm tender embraces
How many photographs posed for?
From dawn through till night
Memories locked safe
To reflect, to smile
Making a history of your own
From medieval times to modern day
The river flows silently towards the Oceans mouth
Two rivers twine, the Gilão and the Sequa
No one knows why it has two names
Another secret never to be told
Tavira is a town to find yourself
To discover, to explore
To sit beside the river
Peaceful and serene
Enjoy an expresso in the brilliant sunshine
Or relax in the shadow
My town has many churches
37 so I hear
Glorious magnificence on display
The carvings of another life on the walls
Depicting the life of Jesus for us to see
The Igreja da Misericórdia
Said to be the best
But there are many to admire for sure
Structures centuries old
A place of prayer
A holy site
Speak to God in his own home
Feel welcomed, arms embrace
Walk up worn steps to the top of the town
Draw pure fresh air down into your lungs
“The view of Tavira” awaits silently
For that first gasp as you see what it hides
Visit the restaurant of the same name
“A Ver Tavira” for that special treat
Magnificent views of the river and town displayed below
Whilst you wine and dine your loved ones
Romantic and inspirational
Feel the tranquillity
Feel vigorous and strong
The world is out there waiting to be grasped
Reach out your hands and touch it
Nearby we are proud of our castle
Tavira boasts one of its own
With a gate fit for a king
King Manuel I was the first to walk through
In the 13th century, long ago
Preserved and protected
On display for us to admire
Take a step back in history
Feel the ambience, feel alive
Ilha da Tavira, the island of golden sands
Lining the glistening ocean
The gentle waves lapping your feet
Inviting into its swell
A scene of pure sanctity
What better place to contemplate
To dream, be yourself
Make castles in the sand
Tavira has plenty of seating
Benches are dotted around the town
Socialising a way of life here
Happy faces, laughter
Affectionate greetings, emotional goodbyes
Families visiting relatives
Holidaymakers enjoying the atmosphere
Tavira staying in their hearts forever
Restaurants are full
Serving local cuisine
Octopus the speciality here
Not to all tastes I admit
But the choices are plenty
Fish freshly caught is a must
As is medronho, or firewater as it is known
One quick shot, straight down in one
Warms your heart in a different way
Small cafes are thriving too
Tables filled with wine, beer and coffee
Outside the streets are flourishing
Musicians presenting their talent
Stalls line the streets in the summer
Selling trinkets and local goods
If shopping’s your thing you’re in luck
There are many to choose from here
From jewels of the finest kind
Or an ashtray as a souvenir
Turtles guard the bandstand
Silently they watch
This bustling town full of people
Its history never forgotten
Many statues stand proud and tall
The monument in Praça da Republica
Remembering the First World War
A permanent legacy to them
And to others who fought and returned
With Cabanas to the east
Santa Luzia to the west
Tavira sits in the middle
A secret uncovered
It surrounds you like the biggest hug
A town where hopes and dreams are achieved
Memories made and kept forever
The secrets I will keep safe
Make my own history and recreate
In the heart of the Algarve is Tavira
In my heart it will stay
A special place
Much like me
Tavira is the place to be
Tavira is my home
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
As I opened the door
And stepped inside the divine floor
A gentle zephyr bore upon my core
The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore
And I felt I’ve completed my journey to God’s manor.
There is the aureole addressing the path,
the path to the house of worship,
even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence
Shinning against all irreverance.
God made heaven and earth and all the angels
and all the extra important angels, called Archangels.
The Archangels were God’s very special friends
and were shinning and strong and powerful
They adhered God's message
To human races.
From the essence of humanity
I feel mankind is comprehensive
They are gifted with a communal harmony
And from the essence of spiritual luminance
Divinity is never classified
And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind.
Today when I see the unity within
I feel to be a part of them
They don’t have any caste as such
Neither have they belonged to any religions
Christians, Hindus and Muslims
Together they are Goans.
Thence I hold my breath
Along the serene western sky
To the sandy coastal line
There to blend with the ocean rage
And legless gamy sight.
Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon,
a lazy day and a walk to remember.
I gave up everything
just to feel am the only admirer
Along the coast I rove alone,
and I see am being followed,
but not by humans
but by the species I never acquainted before
Seeking for your morning lust,
I call upon a peaceful realm,
I decided to hold your hand,
and thence I committed to feel the warmth.
Before I leave,
let us rock on the sandy beach,
let us blend with the folk culture
and together we will grab the trance music and dance,
the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2012
Sifting warm sand
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains
glitter my palm.
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while
under the rocks
My bare feet
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold
Bustling mother’s set up home
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags
thick with togs and towels
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
on lithe limbs
with index finger
of do's and don'ts.
My gaze drifts to
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams
with pearly shells
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.
At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian
It’s balmy perfume
scenting a delicious day
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011
Inspired by walking on Watergate Bay in North Cornwall, England
Admission fees: Seniors free – Adults free – Family Pass free
My beautiful Atlantic muse
of deepest, turquoise blue,
roaring forth your issue
newly crowned with champagne hue
The sea’s explosive theatre
devoid of human hand,
such a beautiful creation
of faceted golden sand
Closed eyes and salty lips
quenched in the sun’s embrace,
no need for riches here
in Mother Nature’s grace
Copyright © Cheryl Darby | Year Posted 2015
standing on the sand
she lifts her face to the sun
silverfish darts by
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2012
Oh! My home, my sweet home
When shall see my home?
Away from home in a far place, i remember my sweet home where there is no hunger. Wake up in the morning and in a jiffy food would be stirring at you.
My sweet home situated in the outskirts of the ever business booming big city of boomerang very close to the Niagara Falls which is called the city of angels. Oh my sweet home. I will never forget my home, where toads and frogs used to combine to form a mass choir in the middle of the night and giving us a horrible selection of tunes especially when the rain has just subsided.
Oh how I miss my sweet home
Fall sick and you are immediately healed by the pampering you get
Nothing can compare to my home
When shall I see my home?
Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013
The holidays are at an end
Lots of money we did spend
With trips away
Out for the day
Lots of fun
In the rare English sun
Day on a farm with lots of hens
And alpaca and pigs in there pens
A butterfly sanctuary with moths too
Showing wings that were bright blue
A trip to the beach
And play in the sea
Splashing in the water
My sister and me
A visit to the grandparents
With lots of treats
A trip to the cinema
With popcorn and sweets
A Barbeque at nanny's we then had
We helped cook with our grandad
Burgers and hot dogs and salad to eat
This was daddy's birthday treat
Dinosaur hunting we did go
Being careful and going slow
All the tracks we had to follow
Finding bones that were hollow
A train ride we had was exciting
The whistle blow was quite frightening
Back to Wiltshire was our trip
Mind the gap please don't slip
Now back at mummies
With stories to tell
Our summer holidays
Have been real swell
Back to school in our new gear
Top of the class have no fear
With reading and writing
And lots to do
I'm real glad I'm back to school
Holidays are over but fun was had
Great adventures with Mum and my Dad
Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016
When I was young and lived with mum,
We’d wait all year till July come,
We’d pack the car and drive away,
To Mablethorpe on holiday.
It wasn’t flash and hardly slick,
But those things aren’t the things that stick,
When you think back now what mattered most,
Were the simplest things of little cost.
Even now I miss such things,
As candy floss and doughnut rings,
Busy arcades in neon flush,
Space Harrier and the 2pence push,
When on the beach we loved the sea,
And sparkle lollies (just 12p!)
A donkey ride and the kites we flew,
And paper flags for a castle or two.
The Fulbeck pub – a major plus,
A beer for dad, pop and crisps for us,
Michael Jackson still going strong,
And PYT was my favourite song.
It may not have been Saint Tropez,
But I’d like to go back there some day,
With mum and dad and my brothers too,
Laughing in the sun like we used to do.
Copyright © David Horne | Year Posted 2016
I push my two feet blissfully, deeply into sand.
Buried toes wiggle in the smoothness of fine grains warmed by sun.
Taking my feet abruptly from their fun, down to the shore I run.
Into a different kind of warmth I wade my feet.
Caressed by briny ocean tide, they splash like happy children till
back on dry land, they’re plunged again into the sun-kissed sand.
(DANG, I just saw it can be only ONE sijo for the contest. Someone
tell me which is better! Or I'll have to figure out a way to combine
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
- Summer Daze
Warm sun is shining,
Salt air cleanses my senses…
Counting grains of sand.
- The Coming
Fresh breeze on my face,
Rushing waves breaking over…
Non-descript foot prints.
- Uneasy Perspective
Restless is my soul,
Birds flying to field’s inland…
Storm shutters are closed.
Hazy dreams surface,
Renewal of faith begins…
Take out the garbage.
...(Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring)
Copyright © Brendan Hardy | Year Posted 2008
Sur la plage in France,
I thought I'd found romance,
My olive skinned beauty with cascading hair,
Smiling so sweetly, I tried not to stare,
Her body was bare but for a peach thong,
I was there naked, she saw nothing wrong,
We spoke in a broken half-French, word by word,
But thoughts unspoken were louder still heard,
I said 'I'm Nick' and she said 'I'm Celeste',
Oh Celeste, as you rubbed sun oil onto my chest,
Your eyes they were burning, they encaptured me,
More sparkling, more blue, than the Cote D'Azur sea,
I longed for your neck to feel my kisses sweet,
So I looked at you not as I massaged your feet,
Our chaste romance ended before it began,
Your boyfriend returned and I cowardly ran.
Copyright © Nick Barnsley | Year Posted 2009
Blue carpet waves,
White foam gyrates.
Cool breeze blowing,
Beaming sun growing.
Low flying crows,
Fishing nets throws,
Slumbering dog packs,
Dry nets on wooden racks.
Lone fisherman rows,
Sea gulls numbers grows,
Around water dripping nets,
Pelagic fish they ferret.
Silver silky waves,
Low flying eagles braves,
Sand shacks longboats,
Orange buoys afloat.
Sun rays warm up,
Need black coffee cup
It is 8 am this morn,
Can I be here at morrow’s dawn?
The allure of a lure is alluring Poetry Contest
Copyright © sashi prabhu | Year Posted 2012
Some people want snow on the
ice skating, and colorful lights,
blustering winds blowing all
and cold holiday nights;
I have a different idea of
I want a different celebration
Beautiful holiday beach bonfires
85 degrees in December,
palm trees instead of
holidays outside with the
swimming til all hours of the
a pool party is what I crave,
spending some time in a jacuzzi
what fun that would be!
No more heavy Holiday Dinners
I want smoothies and warm
give me a place with no winter
and the beach warm in
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2007