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Details | Rhyme |

The Island of Malta

Just returned from week on Malta
a lovely island with lots of sun
situated just south of Italy
so full of history and loads of fun

Many interesting places to visit
the capital Valletta's great place
something to interest everybody
much to do where folks pure ace

Sliema is also worth a visit
walk along prom has much to see
over to the island of Goza
take the ferry across nearby sea

Go to see where apostle Paul landed
shipwrecked there named St Paul's bay
also see Popeye's village nearby
where movie filmed down that way

My base was up north at Mellieha
very quiet but loads of steps to climb
so a lovely week enjoyed very much
hope visit again some day another time

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Fun in the Sun

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
Wobble wobble
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

Details | Haiku |


summer heat
a lemonade glass
cools noon sun

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

- Once Again And Many More -

                          The sun has warmed my cold winter body
                                I've seen the waves on the beach
                             which leaves a white foam in the sand
                          I have listened to prayer from the mosque
                                A prayer that I do not understand
                             but it gives me rest and peace of mind
                      Admired the beautiful red, yellow and pink flowers
                              Tasted the fruit that is juicy and sweet
                             Greeted the neighbors and good friends
                                Harvested green bananas from field
                          Seen the snow on the mountains far,far away
                           Of course, my friend I've eaten lamb kebab
                              I'm like new, I've got some replenishing
                              Warmth from the sun and lovely people
                             The sun goes down with blush once again

A-L  Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

- Sun Umbrella -

                                       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 :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

January blue

January blue

I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay

I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand

Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do

A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!

John Derek Hamilton
January 24,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Sun Worshippers

The soft throaty purr
Of a returning plane
Bringing back memories
Of sun dappled waves
Washing sun drenched sand 
Where bodies bronze 
On a rainbow beach.
Those warm evenings 
when the rich red rioja
Lends a luscious lustre
To the spicy tapas.
How commanding 
etched in sharp shadow
Are the towering churches
Promising a cool retreat 
Within,safe from the relentless
Baking heat of flagstones
On fire.
Captured on camera
And soon to be lost
In dusty albums
Or forgotten on Facebook
Next year the caravanserai
Will begin again
The pilgrimage  to the sun.

Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

New Year Haiku

Winter solstice comes
escorting a year since past,
Rise ancient sun

Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Summer Holiday

6 weeks are here to enjoy,
Whilst summer rays glisten in our skies.
Sleeping under the stars at night,
Or staying up late in the moonlight.

The holidays bring fun and fear,
For those beyond the realms of school.
Envelopes opened, joys shared,
Or hearts left in disrepair.

The summer days won't last for long,
The clock is ticking fast.
Autumn bells are ringing soon,
The back, stuck in your class.

Copyright © KN Gayton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


A lovely place is Menton
situated on the Med
near the French/Italian border
where the sun expands it's said

It's filled with many colours
from flowers with beautiful scents
really showing such beauty
in this part of Provence

There's many places nearby
Nice, Cannes and Monaco
to name only a few
there you must go

Everything about Menton
makes you want to come back
it makes for healthy living
so no need to pack your mac

The sun shines there
so strong and true
lemon fragrance a bound
it's peaceful rest is for you


Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |

Sun and Fun- A Letter

To all my dear Super SOUPERS!

In less than two hours I'll be off to the airport! Going to have some fun and sun on the sunny Island of CYPRUS!!! :) It's been a hectic summer and it will be good for my family and me to get away.

No connection at my daughter's student pad, but I will try to get on now and again from my Dad's place. I won't be posting poems for about 10 days if I can keep away that long. Just wanted to let you all know I haven't croaked and died. I'll be back! Don't miss me too much and DON'T forget me.

:) Hugs to one and all....

Can't wait to swin in the beautiful Mediterranean Sea! I love swimming!!! I'm in my element in the water!!! 

Hugs you all! :)


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

When The Sun Went Down

That sketch the tunes that the pirates play
And as gypsies dance as the sun goes down
They rise

That keep the robes as soldiers fight
Then fight against the misty haze
But fearless as the jackal hound
Barks at the night as the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down

That pick the bones that  the eagles prey
And as bats in the field as the sun goes down
They rise

That plot the tombs where prophets bled
Then mope around with demon craze
Seized by devils with eerie sound
That haunts the dead as the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tear profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down

That sow the fields that the potters pay
And as mobs in the dark as  the sun goes down
They rise

That wet their tongues their egos fed
Then singe their souls with mocking praise
And dub him king though rightly crowned
And pierce his head as  the sun goes down
They rise

But the stars of light with tears profound
They shed their light when the sun goes down

That tread the path that the pilot lay
And as seed in the earth as the sun goes down
It dies

That caught the scene no wholesome sight
Then glanced his stare his awesome gaze
But though he faint yet onward bound
Lifted up that night when the sun went down
He dies

But the stars of light with tears profound
They fled that night when the sun went down

Copyright © Ken Godfrey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epigram |

Unquotable quotes: Beggars - XXX

Unquotable quotes: Beggars - XXX

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse; the advice they brush aside; the language they use – or the looks they reserve - once your back is turned (depending on the weight of the coin or the shape and size of the note) you place in their hands ?

There are beggars and beggars: beggars who beg to survive; beggars who beg for others:  their children, their old and decrepit; and beggars employed by syndicates and cartels; professional bodies, the police, the fire-brigade, non-profit associations and poorly-subsidized hospitals, charitable organizations who stoke the “waste-industry” with their mountains of publicity and return part of your contributions as bribes in the shape of quasi-useless objects; churches and religious orders, the Salvation Army, governments - crooks, criminals and thugs piously wrapped and quoting the sacred teachings; campaigning politicians, political parties who promise the world until they seize power and exact payment from the suckers who elected them by enacting laws to make citizens pay for their mismanagement of funds (though they do ensure the continuity of law and order and economic development through the existing apparatuses and institutions they inherit); secret societies through repeated threats of execution by making offers one cannot refuse, and so on and so forth. 

Who said beggars cannot be choosers has not tried the easy and flourishing art of getting rich quickly sans sweat. 

  The lay of Parisian beggars in August

Where have all the beggars gone
   on this cool bright summer’s day
To tan their skins they have gone
   on glittering swanky Riviera bay

	O! Why do they desert Paris gai
	Alone miserly muttering nay

Oh! When will they be back, pray!
   for their daily euro handout frais
Down by the Mall’s five-foot way?

They’ll be back, they’ll be back, you say
Once they’ve jigged jingling bags away
	in their glad rags gay

O! Will they be back, will they be back, say
   before winter’s frost is here to stay?
Fear not, fear not, 0! gentle soul, Sire
   They’ll screech their woes the blue jay
Tweets tweets rude tales from yesteryear
   From yon winter passage lands gay

O! Will the Croatian come cavorting, say 
   on crutches of seeming porcelain clay?
And on Prefecture fence let limbs splay

And will the Haitian light butts, they say
   cocaine piths within lips dark grey?
Yes, Mon Sieur, yes, he’s gone Breton way
    to hear lone father in farmhouse bray  

	O Why do they desert Paris gai
	Alone miserly muttering nay

Across the road along Mall gates' marches 
   lie devastated old women all day
Their conniving Kosovan looks reflect touches
   Saracen swords cleaving mothers at play

O! Where’s she gone, gone, my Gypsy lassie ray
    traipsing down the Palais by walkers jay?
Whose pipe-dreams she pops open today
   down dark alleys for frayed euros pay

	O Why do they desert Paris gai
	Alone miserly muttering nay

Roumania! Mania! Screeches naughty blue-jay
   Will she be back to flaunt her chops anyway
Decked in fineries while lords on horses neigh?

Or that wayward child’s drained cheeks may
Now sprout vibrant goatee strands grey

	O Why do they desert Paris gai
	Alone miserly muttering nay 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


I was thinking about a holiday, wondering what to pack
Then it suddenly dawned on me to take a different tack
For going abroad it seemed the packing was a breeze
Yet if I holidayed in England in the case it would be a squeeze

For as an Englishman going a broad I knew that I would need
The minimum amount of clothes as the sun is guaranteed
Yet to holiday in England the first thing I have to pack
Is a very thick pullover and then a perhaps a mac

To go abroad some sun screen and trunks in which to swim
A towel to dry off with  and something for a hangover grim
In England an umbrella and perhaps a good rain hat
For the one thing you can be sure of is the rain and that is that

So that is why I like to book a holiday abroad each year
Just so I can have some sun and lots of cooling beer
For a holiday in England I will have a heavy load
While ducking in to coffee shops down each and every road

When I come home from my holiday abroad 
I will have a lovely tan and swan round like a lord
Yet when I holiday in England of one thing you can be sure
I will only be at the doctors looking for a common cold cure

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012

Details | Footle |

Ibiza Fun

For tells. 

Your life. 

For days. 



Tour guides
For rides. 

Tell us
Can suss. 

Sports games
Lots frames. 

Soft bed
Large staid. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sun Bathe

From beaming yellow,
To violent red,
Skin peels like the pages of a book of some unloved fate,
Groaning under the flow of the mistimed shower,
Both optimistic and naive,
Grass blades pierce like shards of shimmering glass,
As i lay.

The humm of a hidden chorus in the green soothes my wounds,
Performers flee,
Twisting and darting away from nothing it seems,
Only to find the red over and over,
Feet like a drum-line..
A wry little smile cracks in the irony,
For here i shall stay.

Copyright © Rohan Moran | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |


Scorched as a desert eagle,
trying to get to a cool river
to wash and soothe his dry feathers,
I shout to the sizzling Nature,
" Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "

I must place the green mistletoe on my door,
hang silver bells on it and make them ring
when guests come in with heavy coats
draped with snow as their breaths steam...
oh, summer turn into winter!

Shivering as a boy who has built a tall snowman,
I rush into a home where delights are many:
presents stacked up under a freshly-cut Christmas Tree
as lights make me dream of that Holy Night in Bethlehem... 
when baby Jesus lay asleep and angels surrounded Him!

Christmas is many months away,
and wouldn't Santa cheer up everyone tonight...
as he comes down from the snowy sky and crashes on his fat belly?
Everyone thinks that I am going insane by wishing Christmas in summer
by constantly yelling, " Let sun rays turn into snowflakes! "

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

The Thief of Time

The Thief of Time We arrive in the sun; it’s warm and so bright We throw down our bags and go out in the light. We are kissed by the breeze rustling through our hair As our cheeks blush in the sun, we are willing to share. It surrounds us and warms us, freckles pepper the skin In the brightness and warmth we are still standing in. Not a minute to waste before the sun sets We stand pulling coats off, and our arms we outstretch. The days are before us well that’s what we think Before long though we see the first days sun sink. It comes around quick it rises the next morn One day gone a new one is born. All too quick the seventh morning is here The holiday is ending that much is clear. We waited so long to be kissed by the sun To unwind and relax and to have some good fun. The time is gone we feel robbed, there was not any The clock stole it away the days were not many. Its over where did it go we didn’t get to do much Just enjoyed each others company and food and such and such….

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |


The sun sets over Istanbul
The days are so warm 
The nights quite cool
We walk along the bospheros
Hand in hand
Oh what a mystical magical land
The sun The sea The sky so blue 
Turkey is the place to be 
To make your dreams come true
The people are so friendly
The people really care
Go and visit Turkey
I will maybe see you there

Copyright © Marnie Memis | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Sun You Are a Real Star

Lying here in early evening light
the sun’s going down behind it’s cloud
it’s power being evident throughout day
effective rays showed before it bowed

Through the daytime hours so great
makes one melt under it’s shade
it’s so powerfully hot for one to bare
too much of it will make one to fade

Think how far away it is from earth
if too near it would burn us up
then all of our matter would just melt
no more to be only a shell shape cup

Thankfully it’s far enough away to harm
so we can enjoy it’s many a benefit
it spreads itself to different parts and times
full of it’s resources never ever to quit

Sun indeed you are one real star
makes a many bright smiling face
ice cream sales go through the roof
come back tomorrow to fill our space!

(some thoughts while enjoying sunshine on holiday in Italy.)

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Me Today

~Me In Three Days~ ~Lying on the soft warm sand~ ~~Fingers dabbling in water slowly filling hand~~ ~~A ripple, the remnants of the waves on the shore~~ ~~~Reaches the beaches its power no more~~~~ ~~The sea as the sun sets leaves a final golden flash~~ ~~The sparkling white horses cutting their last dash~~ ~~The darkness descends on this perfect day~~ ~~Two bodies on the beach entwined after play~~ ~~A kiss given so soft on the salt lined lips~~ ~~A touch so light barely feeling finger tips~~~ ~~Rolling together into the waters edge skin to skin~~ ~~Tongues playfully fighting to gain entry within~~ ~~Hearts beating together beating as one~~ ~~Breathless and happy - under the setting sun.~~ ~~The jewels on the surface as the sun sets at last~~ ~Loving the memories it will make for the past.~

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Forever Fall

Dark and cold as dawn sets in
And the grass is moist by the dew
So serene and blessed
How morning suddenly grew.
The sky lightens
Ready to greet the sun
The plants eagerly await
To soak in the heat as one.

Noon awakes, knowing its job
Is to warm the world
No wonder the sun is a god
Just hear the stream purl.

Soon the day turns to dusk
And the leaves continue to fall
The animals find their way home
As the sun sends its last call.

Darkness overshadows the light
And all that is visible are lit pumpkins
Until the sky welcomes the moon
More is seen when the shine begins.

Now nothing can take this away
That day and that night
The start of autumn
A mesmerizing sight.

Copyright © Amber Meli | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

A Learned Animal Response

I see this middle-aged guy, seated at the hotel Tiki bar 
Sitting close to one of the bamboo support poles
He is quickly changing into his natural camouflage

His imitations match perfectly with his bottle of Red Stripe
Lifting his head his eyes darting, he is fully fueled'
His head nervous with the up-and down mating response

He is trying to stay motionless moving only when necessary
He is that suspecting animal watching my every move
As I pass him in my favorite Sun Dress

My Crochet Sun Spoke Over Skirt with PDF Pattern-ing
The one with my matching Laced bikini top and suddenly I
Feel that unwanted presence, that warning a woman gets

That instance of neural response 
Moving in sensory pathways, responding rapidly 
to stimuli, and my mind fills with the down-wind smells of

Stale sweat mixing cheap aftershave, Cigar smoke and Rum
My legs positioning, rigid, ready to move 
I have taken down this pray before

It is my Fight or Flight moment
This resort bar is full of people and noise 
Too many people, and a clean strike is not possible

So I picked up my Wine glass and
Carried it out the door disappearing in the taller grasses
Near the Pool side tables where it is much safer- for him!

photo; Dani, Portuguese Photos-Trip
© 6 hours ago, Daniella Annalisa Nikolayev

Copyright © Daniella Annalisa Nikolayev | Year Posted 2017