Best Cabana Poems
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.
Put your hands in a basin. Want a jar? How about a Mason?
In a jar, you can put jam, but probably not a ham.
Flour you can put into a bowl. Lay flat for biscuits. Roll and roll.
Sugar put into a bowl with flour. Add in things not sour!
Put your trash in a bin. In a glass pour your gin.
Soup or a drink put in a cup. All night in comfort you can sup.
In our sky God put stars. In cartons man put cigars.
In cartons too you can put milk. On your hair put a scarf of silk.
Put good fruit into a pail. In your mailbox stick your mail.
Many things you can put in a box. Things from Amazon, clocks and rocks.
Coins I might put in a pouch; cash in cushions of my couch.
In my bag I put such things as lipstick, cash, strings or rings.
In your lunchbox put a banana. Bikinis, though, put in a cabana!
Santa puts gifts in a sack. Shirts you put both front and back.
Folks put liquids in a jug. Liquids hot go in a mug.
A lot of fluid put in a vat. I don’t think most folks own that.
In a bathtub put your body, using bath salts – not too shoddy.
Put your wool things in a sink. But dry hot not, or it will shrink!
You can put upon a tray things not too big down to lay.
Last, should all a body burn, it’s good to hold it in an urn.
Jan. 24, 2023 for the Lipogram Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet
Trumpets resound through the archways
spilling out onto the ancient cobblestone streets
pulling me closer with every upbeat note
into the direction of the tropical seaside cabana
My old weathered tan top-siders tap
these old arthritic knees start to sway
yellow and blue lights rhythmically flash
sprinkling the festive dance floor with color
Exotic couples captivated in a Salsa or Mambo
heating the night up under a refreshing breeze
the view out over the veranda is breathtaking
as the orange-hued sun dips over the horizon
A lone sweet princess longingly looks my way
adorning the most elegant flowing azure dress
our eyes lock, a vision of loveliness in my sight
sundrenched beauty dance with me tonight
Walking slowly on the lily-white beach
winding down from the pressures of work
a warm breeze teases my sun-kissed cheek
and I thank God I'm here for a week
Sunrays sprinkling sensuous massages upon me
weary blue eyes concealed by darkened shades
I hear the tickling of the ivory, playing a tropical bossa nova
my happy feet follow the sound to the secluded seaside cabana
straddling the antique upright baby grand piano stands
the most gorgeous woman I've had ever the pleasure setting my eyes upon
her skin, so soft and smooth, a deep deep olive tone
her hair, a rich thick hazel, flowing down to the nape of her neck
her eyes, oh her eyes, sparkling, radiating peace and harmony
that angelic voice, singing such a beautiful tune
I stood star struck, speechless and staring
she whispered to sing along
how did she know my favorite song?
We sang and we laughed and we sang some more
In a blink of an eye the night was through
She grabbed my hand and we ran out into the surf
Running and splashing, kicking and kissing
We got soaked
I held her close and wrapped her in my shirt
Serenading the moonlit night under a sky so vast
We woke together wishing our fantasy would forever last
While I sip tea sitting in my cabana, enjoying the nature
I watch two deer playing joyfully as the sun shares
My lovely neighbors are barbequing
Venison is on the menu...I have tears
Writing Challenge 5, March 2019, Four Lines-Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
3-24-2019
Island Of Fantasy Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
I shared a margarita with you as we tip-toed through the sandy shores of Beautificia Island. No one in sight…just me…you...and the gentle current rising up toward our ankles. Fair mountains full of purple hues shedding a tiny shimmer of sparkling pink. Skies laced with light blue with yellow streaks floating across the small cabana made of bamboo. It was our cabana with only room for two. We shared so much in twenty years. The heartache and loss, but most importantly we shared refreshing joy and contentment. Pure pleasure of romance and enjoyment.
us on our island
hues of romance lingering
cabana for two
Walking out hand in hand we noticed pineapples lined up along the beach leading us into a tiny hut. It was different than our cabana. It held chairs matching a candlelit table with enough food for a kingdom. A deep red lantern hung above us as we delighted in our meal. There was no one around. It was as if this night was made just for us as a gift from the universe. With sweet whispers of secrets and hands held under the table we sat and raptured in each other’s eyes.
warmth from the lanterns
grateful gift from universe
soft secrets whispered
The night led us into the sights of a beautiful sun setting in the west. The sparkling pink hues from the midsummer's day mountains sprinkled above us. Like lightning of yellow we sat and pondered on our life we created out of love. It seemed like yesterday we were passing glances in the halls of high school. Stares lasting seconds feeling like hours. The first time you spoke, my heart melted and as time grew I knew you were the one. As the blue moon arose, I leaned on your shoulder and smiled. This island reminded us of the fantasy we created through two decades of love.
pink sparkling sunset
glances of love at first sight
fantasies of life
Date Written: June 6, 2016
When the bronze-skinned,
silver tongue surfer
came smoothly yacht cruising
at year’s end
All the island ladies,
at the cabana house welcoming party,
mosh pit fell in ...
Fell in love
with the cosmopolitan thought
of permanently leaving
Loose their dinghy life from the slow-pace wharf,
and deep dive go fast
romantic adventure sailing
Isle isolation departure
was the open sea dolphin freedom
Tho’ the flamboyant playboy
stage act was Shakespearean serious,
behind the bamboo-zled veil,
it was all just winter vacation pleasure fun
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite yoga mantra
Fantasy Island desertion
was as cold a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Tahiti tears are snowflake falling
Frosty behavior ... change the topic
Bad weather report kiss missing
Now the few chosen, pretty island girls,
all thought they were the one
Their sad, wintering thoughts
are just a crushed string of fake pearls
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em on the run,”
this was his favorite tantric mantra
Another island desertion
was as Arctic a breeze as they come
It’s cold in the tropic,
Fiji tears are snowflake falling
Northern exposure behavior ...
monsoon sobs salt lick
It’s so cold in the tropic,
Paros tears are palm tree frozen
Snow blizzard report ... no kiss goodbye
Ice floes forming quick
Heavy snow falling in the tropic,
Oahu frozen teardrops ... no Aloha kisses
So very cold in the Azores to Palawan tropic
Arctic bound vows
are making island souls frostbitten heartsick
Piercing my heart:
Her nose-pin twinkles at me,
Her lip-ring smiles at me,
Her dark eyes make me lust,
Leaving everything like rust.
Her cheek-piercings make fake dimples,
Fake eyelashes arise ripples,
Inside my heart.
She is a prostitute from Havana,
I first met her in a sea-side cabana,
On my head, she fastened a cool bandana,
Every night, she gives me insomnia.
Tiny star tattoos trailing her waist,
I want to keep her in my vest,
On me, she pours liquor of zest,
With her I’m never exhausted.
To her tunes, I’m devastated.
The navel piercing makes her sensuous,
She makes my heart joyous,
The tattooed sun under her navel,
and the inked baby angel,
Are enough to create a novel,
About her.
I can’t forget the cross tattoo on her backbone,
And the chuckle of her cheekbone.
I can’t forget how her toe-rings caressed my body,
And her toe-rings were gazed by me.
To me, she means joy,
Her cupid tattoo is carnal envoy.
She showers drops of joy,
With tiny stars convoy.
I kissed the tribal tatt on her lower back,
I’ve loved her for god’s sake,
Her sensuality makes me shake,
But I am not fake.
I desire to bed her every night;
I desire to be her personal knight,
Loving her is my birth right,
I conceal her inside.
She is my secret passion,
She is my strange obsession,
I can tear away all taboos for her,
She has pierced my heart.
I love the way she smokes a cigar,
I love how she applies glitter,
I love the way her lips shimmer,
But I hate the way she ogles at strangers.
I depict her face on my life-canvas,
I inscribe her name on each piece of paper,
She makes my days luminous.
She is invincible and incredible,
In my life, her presence is inevitable.
I wish I were a gem of her necklace,
I’d ward off her foes like savage,
I’ve kissed her anklet,
I’ve loved her restless,
She’s made me mad,
And colored my fad!!
I want to sleep, life in the cabana
But she wants to meet by the veranda
The meeting was set
Encouraged I get
Then I slip, from a rotten banana
Russell Sivey
There was a lady from Montana
Who fell in love with a banana,
Which had such an appeal
She felt urged to reveal
They planned to elope to Havana.
She rented a seaside cabana
Nested between beach and savanna.
At a party she threw
Came a Chiquita new
And the new two flew to Montana.
I see the beauty of the sangria sun setting in the west,
the chartreuse leaflets upon my white rose bush flourish-
The tiny little robins have started a family in their nest,
as mother nature begins to tenderly blossom and nourish.
The chartreuse leaflets upon my white rose bush flourish,
I’m hoping my chrysanthemums will turn bright pink,
as mother nature begins to tenderly blossom and nourish,
my mossy vines intertwine and embrace with each link.
I’m hoping my chrysanthemums will turn bright pink,
I’m astounded once again by the majestic peaceful scenery,
I sit out on my cabana with admiration and start to think,
how wonderful it set sights on such hues and greenery!
I’m astounded once again by the majestic peaceful scenery,
the tiny little robins have started a family in their nest-
How wonderful it set sights on such hues and greenery!
I see the beauty of the sangria sun setting in the west.
Rhyme Battle: Round 7
May 31, 2017
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
Her hips did all the talkin’
I knew I was a dead-man-walkin’
There’s no defense against those curves
Can’t say it wasn’t worth the pain I endured from
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
I had no doubt she’d be trouble
Her smile had me seein’ double
I love the places she takes me
So not knowin’ where she is, is makin’ me crazy for
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
My Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
there was a girl from Havana
her name was Ms. Quintana
she liked watching men from her cabana
scatily dressed in only bandanas
all those young men in their Speedos
put a rise in her labido
those hot guys made her crazy
then everything just got hazy
when she stood up and almost fainted
a hansome young man got acquainted
as he reached out to catch her fall
she know he was the best one of all
The sea was calm as I have ever seen
A slight western breeze chilled
My over sunned cheeks
It wasnt last call at the Cabana
But it was for me as the moon
Reached ever higher into the
Infinite night sky
I walked the beach home alone
Like I always do except for this
Night I wasn't alone
A silhouette approached me
Curves were all I could see
Illuminated in the midnight moon
Sporting only an oversized T-shirt
And a smile that lit up the shore
Our eyes locked and beckoned me
To ask if she needed company
A little small talk and one brush
Of her hand on my arm
Was all it took before my lips
Took her home if at least for one night
Wrote this for the biggest Blake Shelton Fan contest
With a "Hillbilly Bone" down deep inside
There is no way Blake can hide
How country that he can be
He's a little "Honey Bee"
With eyes that are bright and blue
Singing with a voice so true
Serenading wife Miranda
They cuddle on the cabana
"The More He Drinks" it gets crazy
All his thoughts become so hazy
But "On A Good Day"
Miranda's "Love Get's In The Way"
With a love that's coming true
She whispers "God Gave Me You"
A "White Christmas" there will be
As kids gather around the tree
"Night Before Christmas" being read
Kids question every line that's said
Troops are always on his mind
He writes songs so sweet and kind
Wishing them "Home" everywhere
Showing just how much he cares
A proud and loving grandson
He remembers "Granddaddy's Gun"
He takes care of with such grace
A smile shines upon his face
He is full of fun and smiles
Always wearing different styles
He's "The Baby" of his mom
She has lots of special charm
No matter how far he roams
Its "Always Time For Him To Come Home"
A cowboy with lots of class
Who says "Kiss My Country Ass"
If you don't like what he stands for
He will fight and he will claw
With his friend Toby so true
Courtesy Of The Red White And Blue