Best Sunblock Poems
Sunbathing martyrs
Bask in the inclination
Of August sunlight---
Alms of sunrays penetrate
Extinguishing the sunblock.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
sunblock, nature, people,
Form:
Tanka
BLOCKHEAD
Some folks’ say all my life I’ve been a BLOCKHEAD.
Maybe if I could have gotten through that last ROADBLOCK,
news of my incarceration wouldn’t be such a family BLOCKBUSTER.
So here I sit all alone in my CELL BLOCK.
I’m suffering a bad case of WRITERS BLOCK,
without a clue the path my mind should take to UNBLOCK.
By the time I get out of here, I’ll need 100 spf SUNBLOCK.
For the BLOCK-BLOCK-BLOCK contest.
Categories:
sunblock, funny, life,
Form:
Narrative
the birds in the trees
and the ball hitting the glove
seems all the noise in the world
hunched like a scythe
in a hot concessions shack
the player's faces seem blurred
a sweltering day
seems more so as the hours pass,
making bags of candy floss
it gets everywhere;
my nails, clothes - even my head
wishes to wear a pink wig
to make matters worse
the lake of sunblock comes next
'long with the sugar and sweat
then I face the crowd
and all the stadium steps,
the weight of a thousand eyes
all at once they stand,
hands over their hearts, heads high,
for the National Anthem
a sudden silence
as the young voice bellows out,
I place my pole to the side
and then the song ends
inviting such hearty cheers
let's play ball! let's sell it all!
business catches fire,
hot like the metal railing
then I see those sticky smiles
and it's all worth it
awake and oh so alive
all this sweat makes me feel like
summer at it's peak
NOTE: Last year I had a job working at a baseball stadium. I had two jobs: the first was to make the cotton candy, the second was to walk up and down the stadium sets selling it. I made really good money off of it and I could wear all sorts of crazy outfits. I'm gonna do it again this year (baseball seasons starts up in just a week). I unfortunately won't be having a whole lot of time for the Soup being that I will have two jobs that take up a lot of my time.
P.S. If you're wondering why there's no capitalization in this poem the reason for it is simply because it's a Japanese form of poetry. I feel compelled to not capitalize, (perhaps because in their language capitalization isn't even a thing?)...
Categories:
sunblock, happiness, jobs, memory, summer,
Form:
Choka
The heavenly blue of the morning sky is born
adorned with fluffy white clouds that entertains
my mind with pictures that out of the clouds
are torn.
Cool sand upon my feet, where I buried them
from the sun's heat. I take in the smell of the
salty beach, where today I find my retreat.
Creamy colored sand lays wake to the next
rushing turquoise wave, from the sea.
The Seagulls are singing their song, as all the
bronze colored tourist, put their sunblock on.
Vendor's voices echoing in the wind, Hotdogs,
Cokes and peanuts, were open from 8 til......then
another turquoise wave rolls in, bringing with it the
breeze that drowns out the voices of the vendors again.
Multi-colored towels all lined in a row, like a
beautiful rainbow laid upon the sand below.
When the day has passed and the sun sinks
below the saw grass. I can't think of a better
place to be, than down by the enchanting sea.
Categories:
sunblock, beach, beauty, color, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
My grandparents have sixty plus years of union under wraps. Five kids, a miscarriage, seven grands, ten greats, two soon to be great-greats, cancer, funerals, weddings, divorces, baptisms, winter and spring just a few moments they've seen. Words can't put it into comprehension because in order to stay sixty years there has to be a lot of love, but I know there were plenty of coming to Jesus moments too. She's dark skinned wears a hat, sunblock and an umbrella. He's high yellow, and absolutely, the coolest fellow.
If you spent half a day with them, you'd be tickled silly watching them fall in and out of love in the same conversation. Godly individuals. Read the word and pray twice a day, quote scripture better than a Hebrew. My accrued time doesn't even come close to a third of theirs. Pales by comparison. What's the right mixture of want and necessity, of desire and get away from me, of forgiveness and repentance, of hugs and kisses? They make it look easy, however difficult it has been. Maybe its the Jesus in them. My cousin said we won't see this again. I asked her what she meant and she said no one stays together like this anymore. Perhaps we're witnessing the outgoing of greatness. Perhaps there's a generation forth coming saying wait'll you see us. Maybe we'll see a love grow out of necessity and reach desired heights that overcome winters, and rejoices for everything. Perhaps we've seen the greatest love of all. Perhaps its as simple as blending light and dark colors.
Categories:
sunblock, anniversary,
Form:
Prose
The Eve before Christmas day,
No snow but clear skies
And visible stars
A full moon and the Milky way,
Sprinkling its magic, while
My gran and mom jam packed
Cookies into jars.
A dip in the swimming pool,
For it’s sizzling hot that night,
We want to go to bed cool,
Young children eventually
Tucked in tight, with just a sheet,
No snow, ice or sleet,
In South Africa, our home,
Where we sleep.
In their dreams presents, Santa and fun
Tomorrow’s weather prediction,
Thirty-nine degrees in the sun.
Dusted the floor with baby powder,
Who wears the same size shoe
As Santa,
We all look at Grandpa!
Under the tree are two funky
Pairs of flippers for the twins,
Who by now should have grown fins.
Time for bed, presents all
Under the tree
Fairy lights on,
In the kitchen a timer for
For the turkey put on for three
To be turned off at eight,
When we go to church
Come back for freshly baked
Scones and pancakes,
Made in the oven outside,
My Grandma’s pride.
Run for swimming costumes,
Jump in the pool
Oh it was so hot in church,
Now we feel cool.
Air conditioning in most rooms
When indoors,
Sunblock Cream and hats
When outdoors,
We love Christmas in Africa
And in the scorching sun,
Guess each country,
Enjoys and has its
Own kind of fun,
Whether in the snow or the heat,
Christmas day is a day
No one can beat,
Christmas carols are sung
Mistletoe hung
Hubby grabs me
And kisses me
With a glint in his eyes,
Have a surprise for you
Tonight after tea,
And your special mince pies.
Bright wrappings on
Presents under the tree
And so important is the gathering
Of the entire family.
Categories:
sunblock, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
PHANTASMAGORIA
If you don't like where you are..take a trip in your mind
Look in your brain's dark corners and see what you find
There are places a groaning board tempts with an epicurean delight
But the populace heads for the worst comestibles in sight
When choosing Burma or Myanmar as it's now called
Or Manila where kittens are drinking sewage in a yard
Who knows? they might think kittens are viands too
But if this gastronomic delight does not appeal to you
Try a whole pig on a spit, cleaved open to reveal
Viscera and liver, cooked and ready to peel
You could try a lunch of grilled belly lining
If not, its pigs' snouts and tongues for fine dining
Egg on your face takes on a whole new meaning
When it's smeared on a face --slimy and gleaming*
Don't forget the venues where entrails drip over a fire
Or octopus tentacles tasting like a rubber tire
Remember...wandering is possible but not leaving your niche
Thinking how the other half lives might cure a travel itch
So start up the mind's motor and go anywhere you wish
Without having to eat even one revolting dish
*A sunblock
Categories:
sunblock, adventure, allusion, animal, culture,
Form:
Couplet
Summer cooking on the beach,
Slap the sunblock where I can’t reach,
Baking in this broiling sun,
Ever since the day begun.
I’m roasting alive can’t you tell?
Touch my skin and I’ll scream like hell!
This is more than an alarming tan,
Someone said I’m a lobster man.
Sitting here I continue to broil,
Want some popcorn, just add some oil,
I’m finished now, I’m well done,
Cooking here in the summer sun.
6/29/18
Categories:
sunblock, beach, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
I asked my kind, obliging doc
To scan my brain for writer's block.
His words I recall,
"There's nothing at all.
Your head is made of solid rock."
Blockhead
My ever loving mama, harshly said.
"You look more than a little over-fed.
Stop eating for a minute
And just put a sock in it.
Your mama didn't raise no dumb blockhead."
Sunblock
I went out strolling in my brand new frock,
While forgetting to wear a strong sunblock.
The sun came out, my skin turned red.
Started to chill and went to bed.
When my honey touched me, went into shock!
For Destroyer Poet's contest
Categories:
sunblock, funny,
Form:
Limerick
On a day at the beach
You have sun, you have sand
And a backdrop of ocean
To lap at the land.
If you’re there with some friends
And umbrellas for shade,
All your worries dissolve
(If some sunblock you’ve sprayed).
You relax and unwind
While enjoying the breeze
And pretend that you’re living
A life full of ease.
But alas, the day ends
And you trudge off the sand
With towel, umbrella
And beach chair in hand.
You’re sticky and icky
And clammy and hot
And only a shower
Will cure what you’ve got.
But once you’ve rinsed off,
You start wondering when
You’ll be able to visit
The seaside again.
Categories:
sunblock, beach,
Form:
Rhyme
Sun,
sunshine,
sizzling rays;
so splendidly
sending us summers sensational tan.
Sunbathers swallow in the sweet sunshine;
shorts, sandals, shades,
sunblock, and
summers
sun.
Categories:
sunblock, seasons
Form:
Tetractys
GLOBE WARMING BRING IT ON
Closing down sales in fur-coat shops
Polar bears amble past Madison Avenue bus
Miami people swim to work
Fry bacon free on sidewalks and building-tops
Rush for sunblock of 4000-plus
Ice-cream for dessert? That’s a perk
Categories:
sunblock, science,
Form:
Verse
There she is, makeup layered on, like the sunblock you wear each and every day. Dress resolutely winking your way, pulling you closer, for she's the flower and your the bee, attracted to her imbuing dimple, her entrancing beauty. You dazedly stumble her way, sweaty palms, eyes flaring around, for she's a bundle of fireworks, never to have frowned, for boys are always doltishly flirting with her, making her giggle, for they are drunk from her love, drunk from her liquor.
But today she stands alone, waiting, waiting for you. Not knowing what to do, you fumble around with your thumbs and timidly stutter your words. Fed up with your Epic, your restless heartbeat for her, she grins at you, teeth blindingly flashing, done with being subdued. A hummingbird flutters out of her lips, for her love is no longer taken, nevermore caged by her questioning gaze. She takes your hand, leans against your shoulder and purrs out your name. Haven guessed his password, his key to his heart, you dance, dance until dark. Gyrating around you, she effortlessly twirls and spins, like cotton candy, she is revolved by your arms, sweetened by the twinkle in your eyes and the caring in your smile. As the Sun rises to say hello, you unclasp your hands and separate, unstick from your eloquent hug. Even though you walk away from this night, step away from her voodoo, your love for each other will never walk away from you.
Categories:
sunblock, love,
Form:
Free verse
In life, we must protect ourselves
From harm, disease and pain,
With seat belts, sunblock, bug spray
And umbrellas for the rain.
Alarms give peace of mind in case
Some burglars are about
And wearing masks convinces us
The virus is kept out.
In many sports a helmet
Is required to be worn
And knee or elbow pads make sure
No ligaments are torn.
We pay insurance premiums
To head off a disaster
And save up for the future
Which, these days, keeps coming faster.
We plan and try to be prepared
For all we can expect,
But life may toss a curve ball
Against which we can’t protect.
Categories:
sunblock, life,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s a chemical factory upon my face
I have lines and spots I need to erase
I mix elixirs and daily apply
The aging process I cannot deny
I have marks and wrinkles and sagging skin
The lines increase and I can’t seem to win
Freckles increase and begin to align
Like routes on a map – I’ve lived a long time!
I sunblock, peel, use Oils of Olay
I moisten and cream my parts – every day
I shave and massage, apply hot face oil
It’s my avocation; how hard I toil.
Silicone, botox, collagen from cows
Inject as much as my money allows
I need to move from my face to my legs
My veins mark muscles with little blue pegs
Choices are limited – laser? Saline?
The process somehow is getting obscene
I endure the pain as they inject
I need to recover my self respect!
Categories:
sunblock, angst, funny, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme