Best Snorkeling Poems
Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me
Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key West shore
Round-trip journey to Dry Tortugas
Swordfish are known to put up a fuss
It could take four hours just to reel in
Set the reel on drag and watch it spin
Some folks say it’s the thrill of the catch
There’s so much fun in the sparring match
A battle between woman and fish
Three-hundred-pound prey, no better dish
The best reward comes at dinnertime
Succulent fare in sauce made of lime
Some can’t relate and I understand
But fresh-caught fish is better than canned
From the Gulf Stream straight to the table
This adventure requires no fable
Working out with weights ‘fore I embark
Knowing swordfish are no easy mark
Snorkeling too at Tortuga reef
Expectations are beyond belief
My idea of a perfect vacation is slated for May 30 to June 1. Entry for Carol
Brown’s “It’s Time for a Vacation” contest.
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
It is transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
Bright blonde-haired girl
competitive
From the start, made a nine
Mile ride
With a spirited heart, straight
to the
Summit of Telegraph Hill, I’ll
guess
She freewheeled back ‘just for
the thrill’
A gifted person, with a giving
heart
A literate future ‘to be’ in life
her part
A maritime yen, her soul
would hold
Sailing, snorkeling, diving in
waters
Weather hot or cold
A present in fiction she gave
to this world
Plots and intrigues in
Atlantis unfurled
Loved her John, lived to the
full, help for
Others in her will so loyal
gave fans her all
Lived in Florida, she loved it
there, would
Relate to others of its when’s
and where’s
To St. Augustine she made
foray, taking my
Advice; I’m oh so glad she
enjoyed the stay.
Poetry in whispers a favourite
place on
Soup she’d pen with style and
grace
Haiku, idyll, rhyme, sonnet,
prose.
Carolyn, we miss you, but none
can stay
This earth is finite all here
fades away.
Your talent is blending, way
Above where
Death is not, amidst eternal
Love
Keep us in your thoughts we
wish today
That we may meet where time
has no sway
A greater bond we’ll share there
new
The deeper depth the truer
true.
©Joe Maverick 16-8-2021
We set sail as Reggae music played out on the Lido.
Our first night was casual; no need for tuxedo.
We could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath and dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’
We could gamble, see a show, or just gaze at the ocean,
then in bed, relax the head and sense the soothing motion.
We woke up in Freeport where the ship would dock all day.
Folks could disembark, take tours, or on the ship just stay.
On board were people lounging or dancing to Calypso,
working out or shopping or even playing Bingo.
All day long you could find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day Two when we awoke, we were then in Nassau.
There was stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones could stay behind. The staff would entertain them,
or the kids could tag along with mom and dad. No problem!
Those who liked adventure could visit Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat left right at noon.
I got to pet a dolphin, but extra had to pay
to swim with one! That was sure an extra special day.
In town I got nabbed quickly by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids was all the rage, so people got their hair done.
We went to the gangway before the ship set sail.
Those not having fun by then were deader than a door nail.
“Day at Sea” arrived as the trip was winding down,
and the biggest night was coming; women wore a gown.
That final evening getting all dolled up to dine was when
I wished instead of ending, the trip would start again!
Gals and guys with braided hair; everyone looked nice.
Ah, the midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for having fun unless you were just snoozing,
in the laid-back natives’ lingo, I say “Mon,” I sure loved that cruising.
(may not be following precise time line, but this was before year 2000 that I took my one and only cruise, so I'm a bit fuzzy on precise day by day details. it was a Carnival cruise only 3 to 4 days in Bahamas and back to Florida)
Feb. 1, 2022
for "My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme" Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins
" Tortured metaphors
spilling from tequila lips,
t i p t o e on my pulse ~
breaking in an arced smile
of the featherless eclipse,
where I waltz as a secluded steel-shine,
sobered s o f t l y
by the taste of satanic stars..."
I'm the loss of a leaf
from gold-dew aspens,
rippling upon
turquoise typewriters,
where drunk fingertips dance.
Turning to ashes,
my heart m e l t s
as a metallic grenade,
and no philosopher's stone
ever reverberating
in its silver-winged silence.
Seeking shelter from smoldering seas,
I curl up in the womb of a guardian willow ~
she's a weeping angel of n e v e r l a n d,
with an ornamented garland
of guns and roses,
enveloping me in the corpse of sunset.
Plunging from diamond cobwebs
into isles of champagne,
like a dynamite dove bloodthirsty for sun,
I l u r k along reefs
studded with rhinestones, unfurling –
lotus manuscripts
as poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l,
snorkeling in an obsidian oasis.
I miss being
a purple-whisper prophecy,
threaded in fractured letters,
for now, my ink b l e e d s
in the marrow of moon,
where an alchemy is lost and found...
In the chronicles of carnelian clemency
and supernova sorcery,
I've seen arctic assonances
hibernating
in the throats of those,
holding lethal jewels
as a nightingale's neon noose.
So, if my soul is an opal widow
of your thistle-light affection,
a verse romanticised
will be my crystal coffin,
and in the caricatures
of kohl and karma,
our silent soliloquy
shall delicately be shifted.
Surfing in the splitting s i n s
of a salty saviour,
this whiskey damsel
shall evermore remain
a scentless phrase,
scrapped by pencilled brush-strokes,
i n v i s i b l e
in our paper-cut destiny...
LOVE crystal blue seas,
with snow covered sands,
dreaming of this place.
Grass skirts, necklaces,
pig roasts and coconut drinks.
Soaking up the rays,
hanging 10 and snorkeling,
a FUN place to retire at.
I'm sitting around the fire.
Speak of island legends,
take with me words of wisdom,
and POETRY of this land.
Fun and frolic contest
cory long
Offshore in a Key West snorkeling trip
The old tar captain was really quite hip
Asked where the Bermuda Triangle was,
At first he laughed, then looked at me with pause
“About twenty yards yonder,” he replied
You should have seen how my eyes opened wide
“I was on a ship once,” he continued,
“Through a deep green mist our vessel did glide.”
He swore a UFO hovered above
Until the fog lifted and skies were clear
“Oh, my!” I cried, “This is what I write of --
I can’t believe the triangle is so near!”
Though captain and crew had been left unharmed
All of them remembered that eerie day
Just as I’ll not forget feeling alarmed
With the triangle not so far away
The captain had tales, legends in his head
An incredible inspiration source
That night on land as I lay in a bed
I wished I’d learned more; I felt much remorse
*True Story. I was writing a book on Atlantis and the Bermuda Triangle when I met the old captain.
*For Craig Cornish Contest on tge Most Fascinating Person I Knew
Diving and snorkeling in Saltstraumen
is probably one of the most stunning
and the most spectacular you can experience
A passion in blue lines
and the mysterious properties of salt water
The underwater hunter's paradise
Catch your own fish and enjoy it for dinner
Homemade fish soup tastes lovely
But you can't sip soup without salt
it will be as a prayer without reverence
* Saltstraumen - The salt stream
27/02/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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All aboard the Fantasy M/S of Carnival
for half a week’s vacation time of fun and falderal.
Hear greetings from your captain, his director and the crew.
Ready, set, get going. The Bahamas wait for you.
Bon Voyage! There’s Reggae music playing on the Lido.
Dinner is at 6 or 8. Hold off on that tuxedo!
You could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath to dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’.
Gamble or see comedy; reflect upon the ocean.
Late to bed; relax your head; sense the soothing motion.
Rise and shine in Freeport where the ship will dock all day.
You can disembark to take a tour, or you can stay.
On board the ship, take a dip; lounge or dance Calypso.
Get yourself massaged; work out, shop or play some bingo.
All day long, you can find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day two when you waken, you will be in Nassau.
There’s stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones may stay behind. Folks will entertain them,
or the kids can tag along with the adults. No problem!
If you like adventure, visit lovely Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat leaves right at noon.
You can pet some dolphins, but extra you should pay
if you want to swim with them. That’s one special day.
In town you might be nabbed by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids is all the rage, so people get their hair done.
Get back to the gangway before the ship sets sail.
If you‘re still not having fun, you must be a door nail!
“Day at Sea” arrives as your trip is winding down,
And the biggest night is coming; women wear a gown!
That final evening dining perhaps with a new friend,
you’ll wish instead of ending, it were starting all again.
Gals and guys with braided scalps; everyone looks nice.
Ah, that midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for leisure if you’re after more than snoozing’.
In the laid-back natives lingo: “Mon, you best be cruising!”
NOTE: (this describes a vacation I took about 12 years ago, my first
and probably last cruise ever, unless I come into money. haha.
I'd seen Europe in my youth but as vacations go,this truly was
the best one.)
For Carol Brown's Contest: "It's Time for a Vacation"
I wanna go back to twenty two.
After leaving Australia.
To that time I traveled with you.
Through South East Asia.
Especially that beach in Phuket.
Golden sands on golden days.
'Twas the place we first met.
Beguiled me with your loving ways.
Snorkeling in azure blue seas.
Rainbow fish darting in a race.
I was surprisingly pleased
you slipped your arm around my waist.
We had not even said "Hello".
Yes..that's the place I wanna go.
25/02/2017.
Witnessed together, both the bright sun and the faint moon.
Oh!That early morning cruise was really a fortuitous boon;
Ride on the banana boat, and snorkeling in the Havelock Island,
Lightened up my mood; The colors of captivating coral leafs and
Delightful marine life rendered a mesmerizing magical tune.
Couldn't forget the scuba diving, where I glimpsed Harlequin wonders.
Rapture embraced me when I did parasailing and my distress got plundered;
Undersea walking was such a lovely experience, where I touched the sea floor
In short, it was the best place to experience the undersea and to explore;
Sailing across the Andaman island made me overcome the fears of oceans,
Enjoyed exuberant cruise with remarkable memories and numerous emotions
I have always enjoyed my solitude
I still do
But it is time to change my latitude and longitude
A place like Hawaii will do
Black sand beach
Shimmering waves
A place so far out of my reach
This is what my soul craves
I can no longer take this sky scraper haven
It is time to spread my wings
Fly away like a raven
I need to hear the song the Hawaiian breeze sings
To me this place could never get boring
The beauty of these islands is amazing
Snorkeling and exploring
Under tropical sky at night star gazing
For now this is just a dream but a dream that will be achieved
New York will be a memory and long forgotten
One day when I make it to my destination I know I got there because I believed
Goodbye to the big apple that was rotten
Great white turns abrupt
Snorkeling to interrupt
Bloody waves erupt
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Shh, surrender silent sorrows.
Subconsciously slip into stillness,
sedately surrounded in serenity's song.
Slumber satisfied, slithering softly between
silky soap scented sanitized sheets.
Soak up summaries of summers spent splashing at
seashores, sandles sifting through salt scented sand,
as sapphire skies shine splendidly.
Scores of silver seagulls soar stunningly
above saltwater seaweed scenery.
Suddenly snorkeling with seahorses,
you somehow become the studied subject.
Swimming in submarine schools, scarcely secluded,
you become someone's significant someone.
Spryly spinning synchronously side by side
someone special, sprinkled in sentimentality,
speaking shrouded sounds,
you shift seamlessly into sound sleep.
"Speak some sense slower," some seahorse shrieks.
Sensibly speak shrouded sounds slower, softer,
so she can sleep sometime soon.
2/9/2020
YOUR POEMS ARE NOT TRASH
I' m not perfect, neither is the world,
But that does not say that there could
be no fun.
Nature draws us in, very refreshing
for the soul,
For all things were created naturally.
Then, it's Human Nature to sometimes
feel to sit on the porch,
On sandy beaches, go boating,
surfing or snorkeling,
Climbing mountains, hunting
and fishing too.
It's Human Nature to eat,
For sustenance is what the
body needs.
Its also a privilege to seek
Spiritual Food.
It's Human Nature to sing in
the shower,
Making the bath a happy ole hour!
"Why are you looking at me"?
Eyes are the fastest things, says
the Word,
Peripheral vision is powerful!
Eyes dart swiftly and see from
the sides,
Sometimes pretending not to see
at all!
It's Human Nature to belong, sharing
with others,
Many persons throughout the globe
Poetry Contest Deadline: Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Sponsored by: Marugu MO
FORMER ENTRY
Poem Title: Human Nature.
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Date due: February 14, 2016.