Long Caribbean Poems
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Whilst walking along the beach close to where I stay
Like other beach walkers seeing the washed up display
I stumbled across some driftwood buried in the sand
The feeling when I touched it I began to understand
I knew where it had came from I also knew where it had been
It was part of the bow of a ship, a sturdy cross member beam
The longer that I held it, it told me more each time
When it was shaped from the tree in its scented pristine prime
It was taken to a shipbuilder whom crafted it into the hull
Being part of a glorious yacht that sailed from the Isle of Mull
But on one fateful night in the storm lashed Caribbean
The seas were just to strong for it floundered and let the sea in
All the crew were saved picked up by various ships
Taken to a safe harbour to reminisce about their trip
I'm in the West of Scotland, the Caribbean is way down south
Amazing how this piece of driftwood, lies at this river mouth.
Isle of enchantment (Puerto Rico) (3/15/12)
It was the isle of enchantment where I fell in love
The isle where dreams flourish and grow
And your heart is with the one you know.
Where two hearts will become as one
Underneath the Caribbean sun.
Love is in the air and on the beach too
That is where I fell in love with you.
The isle of enchantment called PUERTO RICO
The island that you must get to know.
The beaches with their crystal clear waters
And beautiful white sands
Will make you feel as if you’re in the promised land.
How can I not be in love with you?
When you make me feel whole
How can I not be in love with you?
When you touch my inner soul.
In you hope I found- and you turned my life around
You have shown me what it is to live
And to you my love I give.
I never knew what love was before
Till you opened up that door.
The moment I held you in my arms
And kissed you passionately
Right then I knew- another one there can never be.
The isle of enchantment captured my heart and soul
And with you is where I belong.
The Disney Princesses went on a cruise.
Cinderella lost one of her shoes.
Ariel could not find her legs.
Wendy was chased by a pirate on pegs.
Mulan’s sword was stolen by the Hun.
One of Snow White’s dwarfs had run off with a nun.
It was a dour day for the princesses, in fact.
They could barely clap for the cruise’s nightclub act.
Made up of a witch pricking her finger on a needle.
They gasped and screamed, it was a tweedle-be-deedle.
This is the last cruise I will attend, Snow White said.
She and Sleeping Beauty both felt a sudden dread.
Come on! Said Tiana, there are always cute frogs.
Lurking around in these balmy Caribbean bogs.
But an alligator got her, so she turned sad too.
It was a bust, this Disney cruise orchestrated by Ballou.
The Caribbean sky instilled magical dreams in her soul’s
Safest, darkest, happiest, most exciting recesses.
Pink and orange jet streams of pure joy zooming across the sky.
Maggie, the fierce and furious pirate queen, sitting on deck
Stared into the sunrise of The Marigold Queen, pondering her crew.
Chuck, her first mate had been out of line yesterday flogging the cabin boy
Without hard evidence. She re-thought her decision to make him her successor.
Walk the plank at dawn. He had been compassionate toward others,
But for some reason, he had given no mercy to John, this new boy.
She saw a little frenzied activity under the seas this morning.
It looked like sharks had found something interesting.
What was it?
She stood up to get a closer look. Saw a blast of black blood stream,
A full-grown human leg and a pirate’s hand, but only for a second.
Turned when she heard a bit of laughter.
Looked into the eyes of Cabin Boy John.
“He was always doing me wrong,” the boy said.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
The pirate queen knew she had found her successor, in the form of a child.
“Not at all,” she said. “Let me show you how to read maps.”
John was a quick learner, and loved the sea which they both greatly admired.
For many years she showed him as much as she could
before she was feeble and tired.
Knowing one day, she would be the human cargo
that he would throw into the sea
And when she reached that time,
she was not disappointed in her prodigy.
Pirate recognizes pirate.
On pink beach,
with red feet -
Georgia peach
on hot Bahamas sand.
Green eyes - yellow with sun.
Warm beige flesh, lightly tanned.
Towels wet and gritty -
scented like coconut.
Hair’s scattered and pretty.
Teeny-tiny conch shells drip from ears —
ebb and flow of melodious waves.
Piña Colada with cherry cheers,
slice of pineapple and umbrella
in hurricane. Caribbean calm
in the salty breeze with her fella.
Her tongue peppered with a Southern drawl.
These lovers, about to get dirty —
pail and shovel build their castle wall.
7/12/2021
Contest: A 369 Poem
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
*hurricane - type of cocktail glass
Created by Emile J. Pinet. The scientist and inventor Nikola Tesla believed that the numbers 3-6- 9 held great significance, and in deference to him, the (3-6-9,) was invented. An eighteen line rhyming verse with the following rhyme scheme: (aba - cdcefe - ghgijiklk,) with a syllable count of 333, 66666, 999999999. It looks best centered.
Keys rattle,
door slowly closes ...
An echo of footsteps walk upstairs..
You can hear his bedroom door close,
a little bump as he sits on his bed,
then there is just nothing..
They think he is angry,
raging at the world,
anti social, but at work he smiles,
jokes and shows a jovial side,
like a 'Pirate of the Caribbean'
but in his home he seems lost,
like a hollow house.
Nobody notices the scruffy hair,
nor the unshaved grisly stubble -
of a once debonair gentleman.
He once illuminated like a lighthouse,
but now seems invisible,
with faint tears,
hidden behind 'Johnny Depp' eyes -
in shallow depths his spirit drowns.
His room is dark with a somber hue,
with misty windows and fading walls.
A scent of suffering like 'Edward Scissorhands.'
His mirror reflects agony of an unspoken soul,
resembling a faded photograph - he is a ghost.
He feels he is a 'dead man from hell,'
but paying for the sins of others -
when in reality his pride is crucifying
his conscious into realms of future regret.
In his theatre of solitude,
he is an anti-hero in his own mute madness,
where he feels safe - forgotten.
A place to breathe his last breath,
which was reserved for his '
abandoned' butterfly beloved -
now lost in a storm.
Locked in the observatory of loneliness.
His glory is to remain a secret puzzle
in his silent story of suffering -
to decompose like an ageing painting -
forever abstract leaving the viewer pondering.
I went down to the Caribbean Sea,
An island paradise ahead of me.
I meant to go for just another lay,
So I went and got myself smashed that day.
I saw he standing there, with coal black eyes,
And long dark hair, that didn’t disguise,
The curves she had, caught me off guard
She was the finest thing down in that bar.
As I drew up near, my ride began
I should’ve feared that Creole woman.
What was in store, I did not know.
She waved me one, so I had to go.
She gave me love, oh yes, so much,
A helpless fool at her tender touch.
A night gone by, the best I ever had,
The kind of lover who drove men mad.
As morning came, I thanked sweet God,
But she was gone, and I was robbed.
I stumbled out onto the sand
I cursed her name, Creole woman.
My passport she left, that one small gift,
The cops said she’d given the many the shift.
The tropical waves lost their attraction,
I hopped a plane, got back to Jackson.
It started soon, the identity thieving.
Had to fight every step, the stress unceasing.
A lesson learned, but which still does vex,
The things that woman can do with sex.
Next time I vacation in Japan,
Far as I can get from Creole woman.
TULUM
a fortress on the cliffs,
smiles down
at the paradisaical
Riviera Maya.
iguanas, reside in ruins,
overlooking
the Caribbean sea,
sitting pretty
for photographs.
long gone from old world -
sacrifice and fear,
Mayan riches and power,
of Playa del Carmen.
iguanas rest, play
tourist peek-a-boo,
never give thought nor sorrow,
to the people of yesteryear.
we don’t fear their reptile existence,
their abundance,
nor daunting size,
perched upon impressive buildings -
an ancient city of life and death,
good and bad,
repainted by the critical sun.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...
Oh, Polly loves the water so, her family loves it, too,
Always tepid, crystal clear, and bright Bahamian blue.
It may seem quite unusual, for swine to EVER swim,
Stranger still, what Polly does as day is growing dim.
Tho' she loves the water, her favorite thing's the sky,
Yes, Polly has a special gift, as she knows how to FLY!
She tries to keep it quiet, not upstage her family's act,
For many are the tourists that swimming pigs attract.
She always waits until the sun is far 'neath the horizon,
A canopy of midnite stars is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to fly is when the moon is full and pale,
The Caribbean breezes are what curl her piglet tail ...
Winging 'neath the Milky Way, riding moonbeams, bright,
Spinning with a loop-the-loop, doing pirouettes in-flight.
To dive and tickle wave-tops and make her hoof-trails glow,
To Hop from cloud to puffy cloud - count islands far below.
Her family thinks she's "flighty", and rather out-of-hand
But any pig who doesn't fly, isn't apt to understand ...
She loves to be with family and friends upon the beach,
But Polly's home is with the sky, soaring reach-to-reach.
So, if you someday make that trip to Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock, rest your feet, and watch the sky a while.
You may not catch her flying, very few have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky, WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice Light Verse (Wit, Humor, Wordplay, Puns)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Honoring Dr Seuss" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
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Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?
Cause and able, yet
There she isn't
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