I passed the local swimming pool
And saw that what remained
Was lots of empty space because
The water had been drained.
Now, I am not a swimmer,
Though I walk by every morn,
Way too early for the crowds of folks
Where bathing suits are worn.
Yet I’m certain they enjoyed it,
Cooling off or doing laps,
While the children played or splashed
With “Marco Polo!” shouts, perhaps.
That’s all finished for the season
And the lifeguards, too, are gone,
Maybe to an indoor gym, where some
Aquatics still go on.
Categories:
aquatics, change,
Form: Rhyme
DIVE
jack knife
somersaults
teenage aquatics
daredevil manoeuvres
outrageous tricks just for kicks
"having a laugh making a splash"
8 / 20 / 2025.
Categories:
aquatics, best friend, for teens,
Form: Free verse
Reigning vitality you buoy on vigor of freedom
Hugging distant continents, caressing lively shores
Eternal since birth of time, ceaseless evermore,
Sensational, immense, omnipotent, abundant,
Enthusiastically you uplift glorious dawning sun
Greeting flamboyantly resplendent arc of horizon
Sprinkling golden glitter, propagating in unison,
Stoking aesthetic illusion into waves of passions,
Traversing civilizations from Atlantic to Pacific,
Rumbling leisurely, visiting tranquil beaches,
Hosting aquatics, exploring beauteous coral reefs,
Impulsive as can be, you are fierce, yet poetic,
Ferocious battlefield for the Navy, submarines,
Yet, fairyland luxurious, rocking passenger ships,
Sundown you reflect in aspirations romantic
Floating deep in womb, quixotic moon’s mystique;
Tides of your moods~ ebb and flow of emotions,
Boundlessly undulate, vainglorious true notion~
No force on earth can dare restrict your motion
For, you’re the magnificent, almighty blue oceans.
August 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Writing Prompt, Oceans, or Seas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
aquatics, ocean,
Form: Personification
A friend sang my praise,
All these he put in place:
There is(he said), a river
flowing in pride:
The sun taking her on ride.
Smiling always was the
river,
As all wishes the sun gives
her.
Within the river lurks
variant aquatics:
Jellies,Octopus,sharks and
wasted mass,light and thick.
There came a
boat,measuring her path:
Hunting for the virtues
lurking in her.
The owner of the boat
threw in his hook,
Ready to withdraw many
virtue.
And the river willingly gave
out her offspring,
While the boat's owner
mercy sing.
Then he related it to me:
You're the river(said he),
Whose pride lodge be.
The aquatics lurking within
you,
Are the human lifting
virtues-
Wits,wisdom,prophecy and
love,
Honour,Humility that did
pride shove.
The boat measuring your
path,
Are maidens of diverse arts.
Seeking treasures from the
Lions_den:
Beseeching you to be their
friend.
And then you accept their
offer,
For in all traits you differs.
And then they throw their
question which is their
hook,
Fishing consciously the
virtues.
And those are his words.
17:22:17:17:13
Categories:
aquatics, allegory,
Form: Narrative
Scott was born premature, five weeks,
With his brain fused to his skull,
It was Crouzon syndrome, dysostosis,
And doctors operated to null.
He was a strong wee tike and survived,
Edinburgh born, 1st July 1990,
S14, SB14 and SM14 are his categories,
Which he embraces fully.
At the Royal Commonwealth Pool he trains,
Under Kris Gilchrist tough,
His breakthrough swim was in Manchester,
2011, British Champs rough.
The games at the London Aquatics Centre,
Saw him swim into fifth,
That was in 2012; now he’s won medals,
With an International cloth.
2014 and Eindhoven in the Netherlands,
Scott sealed the silver;
2015 Glasgow at the World Championships,
Scott won another silver.
In Portugal’s Funchal at the Europeans,
He loudly struck the gold,
And then in Rio in the 100m breaststroke,
A silver he did hold.
Categories:
aquatics, strength, summer,
Form: Rhyme
Just prior to the dawn
Stillness clung to the pond
When sounds of the wild resound
Every sense was cast
Upon water of glass
For no fish sought to be found
Rewarded with a bite
Bass in a mood to fight
A fish with girth to astound
From the water it jumped
Then wrapped around a stump
My line now tattered and frayed
"Maneuver the canoe"
and "guide the fish to you"
I know how the game is played
I grabbed it by the lip
Vessel began to tip
The aquatics won the day
Water rippled and rough
Swam to gather my stuff
The water murky and cold
Towed all my things to shore
body beaten and sore
Looked to the east to behold
Wiped the drops from my eyes
and gazed with some surprise
At a pond now bathed in gold.
The rays replenished hope
Gave me the will to cope
So I shoved off once again
All the rest of the day
Tackle was stowed away
Adrift in a state of Zen
Absorbing sights and sounds
Lost in all that surrounds
A story of fish and men
Categories:
aquatics, fish,
Form: Rhyme