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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face
Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air
The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace
A day on Sylt can wash away all care.

I love to see the changing of your tide
Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe
You steal my breath your rippled surface wide
Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go.

When you return your rushing waters swirl 
And take back all your precious jewels too
I watch in wonder as your wavings curl
And I’m in awe just at the sight of you

Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud
They tell me stories changing forms for me
Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud
As if they wanted all the world to see

The sun has bent down low to take a drink
Now thirsty from his journey through the sky 
He dips his head in waters turning pink
Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye 

Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair
Invite me to return and taste your shore
The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare
Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: Iambic Verse II
Giorgio A.V.
3rd


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer

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


Details | ABC | |

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Senryu | |

Day at the Beach

Day at the Beach
girls play on a beach, flaunting sexy bikinis - grinning sharks circle


Details | Romanticism | |

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Details | Haiku | |

Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Quatrain | |

Summer Day


To the beach, the sand , the waves A summer day with no sense of hurry Feet in the surf and the cry of the gull Appreciating a day without worry... Beyond the blue horizon such mystery Known to the soaring bird on the wing With a boat and dream I'd sail away To look for the answers to many a thing..... Just one day, in a book of singular days A memory now, that day at the shore But the essence of wind and the wave With me now, asking for nothing more....
6/11/13


Details | Sonnet | |

Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.


Details | Diamante | |

West is the best

California
Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City


Details | Free verse | |

Summer is lemonade

Summer is a lemonade
 
Summer breeze blowing the grass around
with a warm sun kissing my face
blue skies wrap and hug me
as I watch the butterflies race.
Summer gives me lazy days
coloured flowers and dancing trees
smell of charcoal and starry nights
brings back childhood memories.
Summer is an endless beach
sun cream, bikinis and beer
salty seaspray, fish and chips
postcards saying "wish you were here".
sunburnt shoulders and fun fares
laughter never seemed to fade
grab the ice and share around
yes Summer is a lemonade


Details | Quatrain | |

AT THE WATER'S EDGE

AT THE WATER'S EDGE As I sit here at the water's edge I let the sand sift through my toes I watch the sun rise in the east Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose. As it rises 'bove the skyline A burgeoning orb now glows A globe of fire then bursts forth As the waves lap gently 'round my toes. By midday it's a blinding ball of fire Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge. © ELR 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Summer

Mood light and sunny Ready for some good party Dancing in the heat Nights clammy and wet Watching stars till midnight Love making so fun Days bright and so hot Out is the bikini suit Seas invite me in!


Details | Rhyme | |

A SUMMER DAY WITH GRANNY

It happened so many years ago
I remember it like today
The sun was hot you had to know
When Granny went swimming I say

Now Granny's eyes had a twinkle
She was loved by one and all
Not ashamed of any wrinkle
Trouble walking since her fall

So the two o us we helped her
Walk into the water so blue
And as we mad the water stir
What would happen no one knew

Now Granny was a show off
She had a trick or two
We stood back just far enough
To see what she can do

Granny did a perfect front roll
In water never the less
When up she came it took a toll
She was in a great big mess

For Granny had no teth at all
She lost them with her trick
The grand kids laughed they had to crawl
While the adults were queasy and sick

Diving and diving we kept it up
We had to find those teeth
A Grand Kid using a discarded cup
Found those teeth in water beneath

Now as I walk that beach today
Those memories keep coming
Of the day that Granny lost her teeth
And the fun we had in sunning

True story. We love and miss Granny.
June 8th, 2013.


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Sijo | |

Summer Love

Summer Love
Shores draped in white sand linens; beaches beckon, "Lovers come lay."
Salt perfume, ocean music, moonlit waters their embeance.
Treasuring star framed reflections, waves of passion.... Summer love.
Contest: sino strings Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi June 11, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

a Paddle in the Sea

The first sign of summer
has this day appeared so clear
the sky's blue with sun about
you can feel it so very near

So to the beach I did go
Tshirt and shorts was my wear
took off trainers and socks
who's looking! I did not care

I then paddled along the sea
my feet was completely wet
so refreshing and cool the water
the time escaped like we'd never met

This is such a good feeling
wish it would last for ever
feeling the rays of the sun
all over myself like a flowing river

So pray for more sunny days
bright and warm is our wish
all over the world this summer
served up like our fav dish

AUTHOR NOTES: 
Walking along the beach on the Scottish North Ayrshire coastline the other day,
 it was our first really warm sunny day of the summer, just a few thoughts on the 
experience.


Details | Acrostic | |

On The Beach

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
Date: 06-15-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Tanning Beds

olive skin so soft and silky smooth
dark brown hair the color of poo
sat in the sun too long is what she do
and now shes bronzed and leathery too
her skin and hair turned to vermouth
aged and withered unwise to see
the color of bronze she turned indeed
now caramel swirled and autumned hair
she sat in the mirror and wondered and stared
how to turn back to the dove she once heired
the tanning bed is a wreckless thing
it wrecks and wrinkles the skin!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Getting a Share of the Sun

Why leave yourself stuck between four walls? The weather is fine. Don't you hear its calls? Everything pleasurable is within reach. There is plenty of sunshine at the nearby beach. We can romp on the surf and sand, and have some fun. Let's go out and get a share of the sun. Inspired by another member's poem


Details | Tanka | |

Beach Picnic

a seagull joins us
swooping down to snatch a chip
from sizzling sand--

Dad squeals like the birds as he
runs to cool feet in the surf


  ---------

6/23/14  For Andrea's Contest: "Choose A Season"
Summer


Details | Narrative | |

Limassol Twilight

It was a warm summer night
In a glowing neon dream
When I walked under palms
By the ultra-violet sea

Where Soft light rained down
Gently spread upon the beach
Hazy sky and oceans blurred
Aqua, orange, purples, pink

In the atmospheric twilight
I strolled the endless avenue
Mixing with the bar lights
Entranced by the sea view

Reflecting on the waters 
Were flickering yellow strokes
Where freight ships turned to fairylights
Like a painting on the Rhone

Along the lamplit concourse
Ambient and watercolour washed
A stream of strollers poured
Soaking up the dusk

And With the flow of a ghostly breeze
I brushed by lovers and loners  
Slender exotic joggers
And the Sunset bathing homeless

To this day it burns inside
My first night in Limassol
Industrial Miami
She left colours in my eyes


Details | Haiku | |

summer

zing dynamism relish
bikini suit slim and thick
a favorite time of the year
_______________________
PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!


Details | Ballad | |

Another Summer in NYC

I am reminded of songs by the Beach Boys 
who sang of idyllic   summers 
The city beaches are with 
lifeguards to protect those in danger 
The asphalt homeland 
is filled with tourists 
and I also note that there are youth 
playing handball in the parks
Light from the sky beats down on the homeland 
The masses of people in the city 
are experiencing a heat wave 
The water stations are open 
So the people can drink deep
Everyone possible should drink deep 
of the joys of summer in 
what O.Henry called 
"Baghdad on the Hudson"


Details | Rispetto | |

Our Summer Fun


The summer sun shined in the sky like a jewel. Dad and daughter happily played in the waves. Beach sand was hot but the saltwater felt cool. This day in my memory, I'll always save. A ride on Dad's shoulders always made me smile. Holding my hand, we walked the beach for a mile. My dad wearing flip flops and his cut off jeans, searching for shells, my mind's eye relives the scene. Hot dogs in hand as sea gulls swooped down to spy, hoping to steal a bite of our beach cuisine. Sodas in cans, rock and roll played in hifi, bare feet in the sand, body doused in sunscreen. Details have faded over the many years, but this day's imprinted behind salted tears. A vision of ocean sparkling in the sun, hearing Dad's laugh on the shore, our summer fun By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 14, 2012 for A Summer Memory contest (Frank Herrera) Third place


Details | Verse | |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Quintella | |

DIVING IN

Relentlessly Sun beating down Fierce the glare, making me frown Sand, like grains of wisdom, needling Unwelcome, persistent wheedling In the mimeses I will drown Table Bay glistens within reach Waves rolling onto pristine beach Neptune favouring emerald green Seagulls parading, feathers preen Gannets diving – an endless screech The Atlantic notoriously cold Bracing myself – fear on firm hold Salt spray stinging, lashing my face Against the cold I myself brace Welcome water around me fold New Year resolutions we make Bad habits gladly we forsake Fearing hostile, unknown future Uncertainty we’ve to endure Diving in, the mould I shall break © 2012 by Suzette Crous
A HAPPY NEW YEAR to all Please see the About section for the photo of the scene described.


Details | Light Poetry | |

WHEN SUMMER COMES

when its hot
am like a dot
i don't rot
i just summer shop
my theme is ice cream
i love the beach
hand ball i teach
so much i do  itell you
that i get done
WHEN SUMMER COMED


Details | Rhyme | |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Surf's Up With Danny

(or)  Those Summer Days With Danny

Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...

Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...

With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...

... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...

Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove

In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...

Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...

and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam'  ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...

With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...

In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...

Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...

To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...

Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...

... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
With Danny

     Written & Copyrighted © :  5/27/2014
                    by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | I do not know? | |

Tan Lines

My Tall, Tan, Sunflower Girl
Smelling like coconuts and cocoa butter
My eyes Follow your tan lines
..under your simple cotton dress
What must they taste like?


Details | Rhyme | |

Made for you for me

Walking down a beach in Jamaica
Sipping on some local rum
It was that moment when I fell and my head 
Became imbedded between the cheeks of your bum

I knew nothing would come between us
The look on you face told me I was a winner
I clambered to my feet feeling like a knight
That is when I asked you out to dinner

Although you smacked me loosening my teeth
And been call an over sexed pervert
The sincerely look on my face captured you
And I knew your misconception would revert

My lips need not speak any longer for the words
From my heart were said through my eyes
You would be my summer love
My life long, love giving prize

I had to turn this unfortunate situation quickly
To do it I would need to use my charm
For the pain was not only hurting in my heart
But from the twist your boyfriend placed in my arm

I bumped into you in the eve after I returned from the hospital 
I remember I had my arm in a cast
You came to me and apologised with a kiss
It was then I knew our love would last

We lay on the beach watching the sun set
Then we made love on Poseidon’s sea shore
I knew it wouldn’t be just a night of steamy sex
It would be that and a lot more  

*"STEAMY SUMMER LOVE" (4 MEN ONLY)*  There we go My Sweet


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Consumes Me

Summer Consumes Me

Summer your salty ocean breeze brings 
the call of the wild out of me,
I hear the thunderous lion's roar and 
swishing and screeching of the red butt monkeys 
in the trees full of green leaves,
I hear the chorus of the chirping, 
tweeting, cawing of the fastidious 
bird's mating calls.

The swirling scent of the hot sun beaming 
off my concrete jungle brings my mind 
to a hazy state of mind,
as your lazy days unwind.

I smell the sweet lingering smell of 
tropical coconut oil and chlorine
in the seat of my beach towel 
covered leather seats,
as the beach boys croon to me
of California surfing days and
bikini clad girls.

The pungent, unpleasant smell of the 
doggy doo that relentlessly clings to 
my strappy sandal as I scrape it
against the rough asphalt of the
pool's parking lot.

The sweet tangy smell of barbecue 
grilling on a charcoal grill
 and the sounds of sizzle
coming from my 
neighbor's backyard.

The crisp smell of green hot money
that a freshly folded 
burning a hole in my pocket,
"saying spend me
go ahead just spend me!"

The aromatic smell of ripe red cherries 
and succulent sweet watermelon swells 
through the summer air and fuses with the 
smell of the neighbor's fresh cut summer grass,
as the buzz and hum of his lawn mower wakes me up
too early in the morning.

The mixture of aromas from the gyros, corn dogs and cotton candy
as food vendors obnoxiously pitch their mouth watering temptations
from the crowded venue of our movies and concerts on the bricks
at centennial olympic park.

The sounds of my heart slowly drifting away 
to breezy memories of steamy love from 
summers of yesterday.

I smell the musty lust that pours from my head 
as the power of summer consumes me.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Summer of 2000

The summer of 2000
stuck in my mind for eternity
A sight that I'll always love to see.

There was a lot of bad
very little good and 
I remember the bad 
way more than I should

While bad things did happen 
without a doubt 
That's not what this 
is all about

Eight days of vacation
had NEVER been done
Was there any such
thing as that much fun?
Fun in the mist of Chaos at home?
Did we dare pack up
the car and roam?

The vacation was planned
and the hotel paid for
so we finally decided 
to head out the door.

An eight hour drive 
with a stop in between
South of the Boarder
which we had all 
never seen.

It was finally in sight 
through the bright sun light
Myrtle Beach here we are
I had wished on a star
that we could all go far,
far away from where
the bad things are.
Were we far from 
where the bad things are
or did they all get packed in the car?

The next eight days
went really GREAT
Staying home would 
have been such a mistake

A hotel room with a 
microwave, fridge and a sink,
plenty of room for cold things to drink
Out the door and down the steps
there was the beach that was truly the best
The sound of the waves
and sand between our toes,
no better feeling would we ever know.

Lots of crab legs 
and steamed spiced shrimp
Our plates piled high
we could not skimp

Early morning runs
on the beach in the sun
really were lots of fun
Late night walks in the sand
bought us closer than we ever did plan

An amusement park
with lost of rides
Putt putt golf and
water slides
Go cart tracks 
so many to choose
Who would win and
Who would loose
Lots of cars 
so many to pick from
it didn't matter,
we all could get some.

As the days went by
we had lots of fun
from the morning sun
until the day was done

Eight days of fun, 
peace and quite
Months of saving 
so we could buy it.
When it was all said and done,
we had proved that we 
could all have fun,
Fun in the mist of 
chaos at home?
YES, way more fun
than we had ever known.

No matter how bad
things really are 
I'll always remember 
that summer by far
Eight days of good things
that will forever be,
the days that went
down in history.


Details | Epic | |

The Summer Time

Summer time is here, and everybody's about to have a good time. The sun is out for summer
vacation and it's time to have some fun. The summer breeze is cooling everybody off after
a long day under the sun. Everybody's out at the beach building sand castles, playing
beach volleyball, surfing in the ocean, and relaxing on the sand. I hope everyone is able
to bring some beach towels, beach umbrellas, and plenty of sunscreen. All people could go
for a glass of iced tea or lemonade after a long day. Summer vacation is like going to a
summer festival at Central Park in New York City. Sometimes, all of the summer days are a
little bit boring, but some of them are filled with a lot of fun and a lot of excitement.
There's a lot to do during the summer, like, going to summer camp, , reading books filled
with plenty of adventure, and stuff. There's 104 days of summer and everyone's not going
to blow it. Even though summer will be over and temperatures will drop down, summer will
be an unforgettable season.


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Dock Of The Bay

Back in the summer of 69
                            I remember sitting on the dock of the bay
                                     watching the boys of summer
                                   build their love shacks love shacks
                                    girls were playing twister and
                                   sipping on pina coladas all day
                                     feeling kind of groovy  groovy
                                    I couldn't get much higher higher
                                     with these such good vibrations
                                     from the summer in the city
                                     way down in Key Largo
                                watching my beach baby beach baby
                                           from the dock of the bay
                                   





Just Something I was working on
for a song Used all summer songs LOL
Hate to see the summer fun end




This Song Is Written By Me 
And Now Is It Is Published Thru N.W. Alabamba