Best Promenade Poems

Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling steaks,
Cabernet Sauvignon, roasted hams cut high off the hog.

Grandads wearing...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the crammed hotels
Regency period style facades;
Their fashionable shadows slowly lifting and slowly falling
Across the lines of deferentially, slowly moving cars.

Trundling on...

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The moon is full, the stars illuminating
While together you and I lay contemplating
We stroll, hand in hand, dance in romance
Giving love a second glance
And yet a third and a fourth, giving nothing to chance
So meditate on this time, meditate on this place
Waiting not for my...

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Tour boat, ferry, sailboat, skiff
Bounce along the briny;
Sunshine sparkles on the waves,
Reflections bright and shiny.

Blimp and copter in the sky
Meeting no resistance;
Bridge, majestic, guarding all – 
A pillar in the distance.

Police boat passes, pulsing blue
And beeps at people waving;
Children, on a trip from school,
Reluctantly behaving.

Downtown...

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Everything that Jane could see beyond the gate
was dried up and dead, 
everything 
as far as she could see!  

The lofty trees had all their leaves, 
but they were black and withered. 
The once graceful branches 
were tangled and twisted.  

There was no...

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The Promenade. 

Another day Sunday at the seaside resort luckily there were 
no carousels, few kids and those who were there behaved 
textbook like, with their grandparents loyally eating ice cream 
and drinking soda pops; since they were given everything they 
wanted, there were few...

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This night the moon cast a light
for just a moment, a trust, a lust,
a gaze at the lingering lazy crowded stars.

The wind decided to play, upon its way
found its voice releasing its hold
whished a while around the ground
disturbing the old mole's layer of mold.

A roar...

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Walking on the bridge, over the river wild
I see the sky, I see the clouds, I see the birds fly..
The park, where we first met,
The grass is still green today, 
The smell of ecstasy 
Purging through nature’s velvet bodice:
The rubies peeping in delight
And the dew...

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An lo'...
Before I spirals the promenade
A path that twists back upon its self
I find a deep Well full of apathy...

I travel the bones 
Of a forgotten METROPOLIS
With towers of rotting stone
Broken glass and wood burnt 
The imperial age of the obelisk

I feel like a wanderer...

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Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned, 
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.

Before thee runs the righteous coil 
or is it a brilliant path of glory?

I see no solution to my turmoil 
I travel this labyrinth alone...

It is spiraling down deep...

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it's easy to get enthralled
under the spell of incandescence
and hear the songs of sirens in the air

when moonlight glow endows each organism
with a magically intoxicating essence
that entices unsuspecting midnight prowlers



AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on November 21, 2022...

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when respite was
deckchairs and picnics
on car blankets
behind 
windbreaks

sand was blown
into sheltered spaces
behind
driftwood and
rock.

dunes
grew
as grains of sand
accumulated
over time.

then
winds and waves
ate away
at everything
in their path.

as resilient barriers
gave way to
the full power
of nature’s
destructive forces

the
erosion
cried out
for radical
intervention: 

something 
to keep things 
at bay 
and 
buy time.

like 
the big plastic...

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Here we  go, all start with a left grand.
Apples in pies and peaches are canned.

Lost my partner waddle I do?
Single file promenade they’ll be back to you. 

Flies in the buttermilk shoo fly shoo.
Sashay back to your darlin waitin for you. 

Don’t hold her...

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Humorous Patter Sayings

Bow to your partner now let's begin
Lift your skirts and kick his shin 

Hold it tight and jump and cuss
Don't worry you can't offend us

Get her back gents, catch her quick
Snap her bra lickadee split!

Ain't she red now but comon let's dance
If you...

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Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
And anything on earth, hon.

Let’s take an afternoon walk
Baby, we need to talk
About common sense
And all specimens of nonsense.

You and I must stay together
Honey, you and I must gather
All pertinent information
So...

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