Best Tans Poems
To appreciate our planet,
begin with its snowcapped mountains;
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.
See pink clouds hover in the skies
afloat on a vista of blue;
and a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.
And jungles at its equator
create a sash of vibrant greens;
while burnt sands ripple Earth's deserts,
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.
See Earth's leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen;
and tundra pitted with blue lakes,
fade to stretches of virgin snow.
And volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke;
lava bleeding from gaping wounds,
while giving birth to molten earth.
See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth;
and two tilted poles, capped in ice,
sparkle like crystalline jewels.
View it from afar, as it twirls
within the vacuum of space;
like a phantasmagorical
cerulean marble; called Earth.
Categories:
tans, beautiful, earth, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Blank verse
oh ...
Gustav, how you pique the senses
captured passion's plural tenses
lovers twined in percale folds
caught supine with spattered golds
porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
brushed sublime in tans and umbers
bold, the bleeds of Burnt Sienna
stippling scapes of fair Vienna
Yellow Ochre, Prussian Green
Cadmium Yellow, Blue Indanthrene
trees like soldiers, lilting boughs
abstractions spun of silken vows
ceilings meant to thus adorn
gilded graces - Heaven-borne
waters, tranquil - tresses, bare
a world composing textures, rare
you struggled long to e'er refine
your critics and uncommon line
subjects some then found appalling
yet, remained, your faithful calling
imbibing absinthe, sans a chaser
life you sketched with no eraser
and while we mortals can but dream
you left the world your gauzy gleam
so death would not define the worth
of genius meant to shake ...
the earth.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Klimt" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
tans, art, beauty, history, humanity,
Form:
Ekphrasis
In our Asian-cum-Eastern land
No one prefers or admires
the dark-skinned or tanned
Gosh, as if the fair-skinned alone
belonged to the so-called fairer sex
And here, 'black is beauty' a phrase unheard
All falling for the light skinned almost in reflex!
Bachelors on the hunt for a non-fictional Asian 'Snow-white'
Even an ugly heart will do if the skin is white, pale and light
For them lighter skin tis brighter and better at beauty
even if superficial and skin-deep
The dark-skinned maidens thereby left single to weep
But while the ebony dark- pigmented
go on applying whitening and lightening creams
The white Westerners frequented
the sunlit beaches for dark tans from sun beams!
So in westerners females wish to look browned and tanned
Thus the opposite is preferred
so to that end they may sun bathe for hours on beach sand
Ah and though from the point of view of my motherland
I am luckier that God chose
to model me from a peachy whiter lighter clay,
I still feel this tug-of-war between complexions
needn't really join the fray.
For when you and I glance at Naomi Campbell
we know beauty can be white, brown and black as well
Like love, beauty knows no colour, creed or race
As proved by this gorgeous black supermodel.
Besides, we all have come across
both dark-skinned angelic saints
and fair-skinned folks with sinner's taints
Ah, Black Beauty, or Fair and lovely
Beauty has never known any bounds
For God He distributed beauty rather equally
No argument can last on these grounds
Oh, a soulmate's inner beauty ought to be earnestly sought
Too bad lustful passions fall for those merely outwardly hot!
Categories:
tans, color, prejudice, race, ,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Tomorrow Moon Sunrise by Pixabay.
Sunrise, Moonrise
Gold
affects
a black sky
unveils blue seas
awakes blends of life
tans gods and goddesses
dazzles mid heavens girth
gleams a quasi-earth
flip-side vibrate's
slips and bade
fill tones
white.
2021 August 20
*3rd Place*
Your Favorite August 2021 Poem-
~~Constance La France: Judged August 31
Categories:
tans, moon, sun,
Form:
Verse
The seashore is a wondrous stage, for in the sun's delight,
I sit and watch a play unfold- it's there within my sight!
Those beauties, young with golden tans, demurely sashay by
In search of those admiring eyes that peep so deft and sly.
While young dudes with their virile forms and sun-bleached wavy hair,
Strut back and forth so confident with sort of haughty air.
Small children, filling up their pails, build castles made of sand,
While fathers take a break from rest to lend a helping hand.
And mothers being what they are- in their protective lots,
Are ever rubbing suntan cream on freckled, sunburned tots.
Those chunky mid-life guys and gals packed tight in swim attire
Add so much fullness to the scene, for those to see, admire!
And oldsters wrapped up tight and snug to shield from wind and sun,
With eyes shut under hats of straw, in dreamland have their fun!
At water's edge, the tame are found, waves rolling at their feet;
While further out, some brave the swells to make their fun complete.
And there, up high on pedestals, bronzed lifeguards oversee
With ever watchful, cautious eyes, the shore's activity.
And here I sit, a spectator, relaxed this summer day-
But, am I too a character to those who look my way?
April 20, 2015
Premiere Contest: My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Categories:
tans, beach, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Those fiery leaves, before our eyes,
fall down like flames from autumn skies,
and twirl with breezes to the ground;
begin to swirl and dance around.
With such intensity, they turned,
from velvet green to deep red-burned,
outshining softer tans and golds,
bright flaming artistry unfolds.
And when the sun highlights deep hues
of leaves, that burn with crimson views,
the fires within our hearts ignite
to match the glow of fall's delight.
Here hand in hand, we feel the fire
that autumn colors so inspire
and as we live our 'autumn years'
we share her glow till snow appears.
October 24, 2016
Categories:
tans, autumn, color, love,
Form:
Couplet
~~~
Tis a gladness found in sadness
mostly pleasure
wince of pain
From an odor round the barroom
none the boys could e'er explain
Like a billowed line of washin'
after gentle fallen rain
Tis the wail of spring befallin'
on a barfly
oh ... the shame
~
Lo
there's homework
I'm the tender
to a list of things that broke
Ere the boss be sharing surely
words no poet ever spoke
Lazy good for nothing boozer
paint the fence and fix the gate
You want a pint ... you must be kidding
Plow the forty ... 'fore it's late
~
Down the misty path of memories
thoughts of Kelsey's brew appears
In a vision almost godly
round a table rests my peers
And no memory tarries longer
forceful
clearer
sweeter
stronger
than ol' Kelsey pouring liquor at the bar
I sheds a tear
~
Summer sadness tans bare shoulders
to replace the winter's shun
And the kids each day
they greet me ... Morning Dad
YOUR IT ... then run
Lord
I never knew that Heaven
'twas the place beyond my wall
Till I heard my children laugh
while toasting mallows in the fall
~
Though breath of Heaven
washed the aftertaste
of Kelsey's from my life
And forever I'll be holding ... dear
new memories
with my wife
I am angered at the sign
that hangs atop ol' Kelsey's door
. . . NO BARFLIES . . .
. . . CASH RESPECTED . . .
~
Sure
His wife now runs the bar
~~~
Categories:
tans, addiction, change, emotions, ireland,
Form:
Rhyme
Paradise In A Dream
There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of Dora The Explorer
Trying to cook dinner with nothing in the cupboards
Every member of the family wanting something different
Hot dogs for the youngest
Mac and cheese for the little girl who won’t eat anything
Cheese steak sandwiches for the adults
There is a fashion show on the TV for my wife
The basketball playoffs can wait for another day
I haven’t seen a Celtics game in more than ten years
A fuse blows in the middle on the evening
Those basement stairs were not meant for a man my size
Finally the time has come for a peaceful sleep
Until my daughter finds a monster under her bad
Screaming and crying while I scare the monster away
I close my eyes as the moon rises
The witching hour when the dead rises
My dreams take me away to a paradise
The tropical sun tans my half naked body
Naked women chase each other on empty beaches
No kids, no wife and no fashion shows
Too bad morning and another day has to come
Too bad that I love my wife and kids
Otherwise I just might stay asleep
Categories:
tans, funny, wife, day, me,
Form:
Free verse
Undiscovered ancient knowledge
Of the origins
Of all that breaths
Of starlit travelers
Who made their home in the Sea.
Sharks and whales
Who never sleep
Protecting them from all that’s unsafe.
Thus this wisdom
Buried deep below forever
Will be shared with others those
Who are chose to know.
Ocean violet
Sunny life
Waves crash through
The sunlight warp of time
Eternal mother
Water- womb of life
Radiant azure smile heal
Breath in my salty haze.
But, deep beneath my ocean dark
Lies treachery beyond your scope
For hidden
In passages and secret tombs
Waters of the ocean
The water of my mind
Flying high in dreamland
There’s nothing left to find
Ocean blue
Ocean green
All and all a happy scene
Beach ball buddies
Sunscreen tans
Sparkling sand castles
It’s everybody’s dream!
Categories:
tans, placesocean,
Form:
I am tied to royalty
the way oceans
are fastened to
moon fluctuations
the way our skin
absorbs sun's radiation
with mathematical
efficiency
producing Nubian
improvisations
from translucent tans
and honey hued browns
to shades of ink
that rivaled midnight
when we opened our eyes
the earth contained starlight
tied to royalty
we made ivory crowns
fashionable
and kings requisitioned
vines for chains
If the moon's pull
causes oceans to move
towards her
My desire must've danced
with my design
before our skin collected
freedom's anthem
Beauty made in abstentia
baptized by indigo
vision, piercing
One hundred years in
our language
started to fade
A cerebral infraction occurred
on the grandest scale
unimaginable
we suffered
word extinction
man muted, forced fed
profits, I wonder
if we'd ever know truth
that didn't involve
"In God We Trust?"
My tongue wants to
form words, my mind
cannot name
Royalty, money laundered loyalty
Wordsmith
Categories:
tans, slavery,
Form:
Free verse
Across Mind's Fertile Fields New Seeds Are Cast
Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across flowering meadows oak trees grow
Near the lost graveyard where childhood once ran
If, if only, in June's heat cool winds blow
And more pretty girls show off their dark tans.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across this great earth, life dances and teems
Sun rewards casting its bright golden rays
If, if only, river gifts cooler streams
We in our youthful zeal may pass our days.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Across mind's fertile fields new seeds are cast
Oft spread onward by an innocent flame
If, if only, youth could forever last
Death would have to abandon its dark game.
Old age would vanish with its dreaded pains.
We would not be looking at sad remains.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2021
Rhyme,
( Memories From The Southern Meadows- 1968/1973 - to- 2021 )
Note:
Tis a terrible thing to look back and think of the time that
one once so wasted. Yet as noted- we are what the past has
made us. For better or worse, I survived much and believe
there is a reason for that survival. Perhaps could be as simple
as my writing.
Poetry has been in my blood firmly- as an addiction
- since age 15 - in 1969. The same year that my father died.
Now the ink that courses through these old veins.
Recalls the beginnings, youth and the wild years.
Life was crazy- living , loving, O' the pains.
Poetry cries, yes ink out those tears… ink out those tears.
Categories:
tans, appreciation, art, blessing, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
As summer exits – stage left
Shall we afford it a standing “O”
Bask in the fireworks of its bounty
Weep for the hoar frost tinged roses
Shall we long for one more breath of heat
As tans fade on our bus stop children
Laugh at the faceless pumpkin gatherings
Run through the “pick your own” orchids
Will we bid adieu to a dimming sunshine
Chase our shrinking shadows through dry grass
Rollick in the too soon crisp of leaves
Gaze at the arrow tips of geese
Let us sit and tell our stories
Of secrets shared when summer’s gone
Categories:
tans, summer,
Form:
Free verse
The salty wind tans my face, smile
for miles of shoreline. My feet ecstatic
to dip and go into the ebb and flow.
I didn’t know it then, how time flies;
so glad, so free, so liberating. Just
a child running into Melbourne arms.
She’s nine, this person I remember.
I only remember pure happiness.
It is addressed E V E R Y time
I hear the swoosh, feel hot sun,
smell the coconut air. N E V E R
afraid of sharks, my cousins, lovingly
warned me of. I couldn’t have cared less.
All the foamy joy of the tides lifting me
higher and higher into ecstasy. Dance
of fluidity. Later, I’d watch Jaws, but
not for another five years…fearless,
collecting shells; Auntie Elaine still
living, telling me to glue onto velvet
Florida F O R E V E R keepsakes.
My granddaughters, would move
and swim in this space, I occupied
so many years before. I stand
knee deep, sandals kicked off,
while my daughter, and hers,
wait at the car. You couldn’t keep
me from this cherry picked memory.
The beachy wind in my face. Miles
and miles of shoreline. Coconut
and salt, swooshing of ebb and flow.
Jaws just turned fifty and I’m still
riding the highs of possibilities.
Categories:
tans, age, childhood, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Sea tides undulate
Salt saturates wide valleys
Fish leap helplessly
Seagulls laugh at moment’s spare
Desert sand surrounds
Lonely land mass residing
Brim with tourism
Festivals ignite the flame
Native culture dance
Parties prosper all around
Sun enlightens all
Skin tans from ash to brown dust
Reggae music blasts
Life turns to relaxation
This is paradise
Categories:
tans, fantasy, summer, world,
Form:
Haiku
At dinner, Zach asks
about our nation's history, wars.
I say We're taking on everyone, one at a time.
First Britain, then Britain again: "He was the surly English pluck, and
there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be."
Next Mexico: "Death is indifferent to what hide he tans; life crushes men
like flies."
The War Between the States: "Well done, Mr. Cromartie. Time now
for rest."
Most of Latin America: "Not only humans longed for liberation. All
ecology groaned for it too. The revolution is also one of lakes,
rivers, trees, animals."
Then Southeast Asia: "The slight bump the mortars make as they kiss
the tube goodbye. Then the furious rain, a fist driving home the
message: Boy, you don't belong here."
Now the Middle East: "A land to be admired like all lands. Harsh
mountains and deserts, indigenous plants and people, adapted
ungulates, carnivorous mammals."
Can't forget the Krauts & Nips: "Then I heard the bomber call me in:
Little Friend, Little Friend, I got two engines on fire. Can you see
me, Little Friend?"
Nor the Commies: "You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the
beginning of a new one. I put this book here for you, who once
lived, so that you should visit us no more."
The original indigenous people say: "In time wexll become prosperous,
or else we'll become martyrs. The force that placed us here cannot
be trusted."
Categories:
tans, america, death, fire, history,
Form:
Verse