Long Sunburn Poems
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Spring resume summers day with many choices,
In the reunion of all seasons the nectar entwined,
Sunshine to scream out excitement in our voices,
Find outside no place to hide chimes of our mind.
Dare we stray towards the heat of sunburn way?
Cold play under festival of stars brightly dancing,
Pop into serenity of our soul for the entire day,
Music warms our emotions until we began crying.
Changing the moonlight into midnight falling sun,
Our smiling faces are picturesque miles of places,
Blew into fanzine memories the wild breeze of fun
On our journey in a flight of freedom for all races.
Happy boots clapping in muddy Sunday schools
Surround nature echoes amazing beautiful sound,
Water lapping rocks into balm of swimming pools,
Sovereign flavor tread kindly upon the soft ground.
No danger of lone rangers where crowds gathered
Larking about with twisted lyrics of Silver Spring,
Like Cockatoo magpie, mimicking sparrows adored
The saintly summer emblems of rhyme and rhythm.
Defending the hazardous thrush of flirty rain brush,
The crowd of drone dark clouds unzipping the field
In roving groups of light heels the adrenaline rush,
Probe under the blanket of night to be reconciled.
Sunlight glint appears again in emblazed flames,
Breathe through silhouette lily of warbling trees,
Summary days saved us from the dreary drains,
Made the stagnant world rise from wobbly knees.
To see fondant flowers blossomed in rosy bowers
Nothing could ever be compared to the romance
Of summers day rolling away cloudy rain showers
Over glens and valleys fading out in the distance.
I want to write a poem about starting the weekend right
Lol
Okay first of all you got to sleep in
That is a must
You would not feel like
you have a weekend if
you don’t at least sleep in
That is to tell your body to kick it
And let it fly to the wind
Second you got to shop
For the men I feel sorry for you
Because you don’t know
what you are missing
Well you can’t miss
something you don’t know
So that is okay
Third you got to
spend time outside
Do you feel like
You are going to get a sunburn?
Well it’s good for you
It’s your body’s
natural response to stressors
That will make you stronger
And look better
You want to get
those pale skins exposed
So you can blend in, haha
Fourth you got to do your errands
Got to do it my friend
It’s piling up on you
Waiting for the weekend
for you to attack it
If you don’t believe me
Those errands’ urgency will
come back and bite you
in a form of you
running out of
clothes to wear
Or fridge runs out of
your midnight snack
Oh yeah get your hair done, will ya?
And while you are at it, do something fun
Ahh you’ve been forgetting that part, haven’t you?
Let’s see now
What do you consider fun?
What I think is fun
maybe totally different than yours
So I’ll let you decide
But have fun while
You are doing all this
Actually have fun all year
Don’t wait till
the weekend to do it
You may not have
enough time
So get my drift
Okay start
You can go now
It’s officially Saturday
So yeyyy weekend time
Party time
Roll it baby!
This frigid weather is getting me down
Was planning to sunbathe today
Perhaps I won't with temps in the minus
Skin freezes in 30 seconds they say
Maybe it's better if I wait 3 or 4 months
Sunburn is better than freezer burn
Besides my bikini would go all the way up
To my nipples as to purple they'd turn
I'm Canadian eh! So what's all the fuss
Used to go out in my jockeys
When it'd get down to the minus twenties
But I'm no longer young and cocky
With some guys it takes a wee bit longer
For their brains to fully develop
Eighty-eight soon so I'm looking forward
To finally pouring my own ketchup
When we were kids we used to climb trees,
Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees.
We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies,
But what you said next made me shudder inside.
You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade,
With mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade.
We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys;
Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys.
As we sat with our wine and thought of the past,
Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast.
You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show,
I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know.
As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me
I try to figure out the way that you see.
How do I tell you, will you understand?
An off hand remark, burns inside like a brand.
Sunshine
hot, blazing sun
light clothes, naked, summer brown
sunglasses, sandy beach, sunscreen, sun umbrella
sunburn, summer love, summer kiss, summer joy, happiness
sun umbrella, sun hat, swimming, water skiing
strawberries, ice cream, cold drinks
lazy days, pleasure
SUMMER
18.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
7/28/17
My soul I will never sell
Even if I got to go through hell
Time will tell
If I'll excel
And propel
Doing poorly or swell
Wherever I dwell
Crooked or parallel from any citadel
And hotel
Are you the lion, cheetah or gazelle?
Can't afford to lack
Got to stay on track
At the drop of a hat
In the daylight or pitch black
Anywhere on the map
They can yap
And talk crap
But we'll see who has the last laugh
Onward and upward
Got to cut the mustard
Without being stubborn
No matter if I get a sunburn
With or without parachute cord
And a sword
Back to the drawing board
Still out to explore for even more
Moving toward
A place far away from the swarm
As well as any horde
Regardless of if it still gets cold and warm
Losing interest or rather adamant and passionate
Occasionally may be the devil's advocate
Among objects in motion or inanimate
Trying my best to stay afloat in ways that are adequate
On purpose this is no accident
A calm morning with the nippiest breeze of October,
the moss-covered rocks shed the surf:
as it is thrown back into the tumultuous surge,
and on the glimmering and soggy sand...
the writhing shellfishes won't survive without the salty water;
they will helplessly hang on life, only to perish on land!
With wool gloves and cap I'm still cold,
and still my skin is exposed to sunburn;
a motorboat crosses the hazy horizon,
emitting a sharp blast from its noise horn,
but the silent sea-gulls lack the urge to flutter away,
there in throngs they fight off the chilly day!
Sullen as a turbid ocean, I tumble down the soaked dunes,
slammed hard by a ferocious wind not offering solace;
I swirl in agitation reaching for my warm cap,
which gently lands into an abandoned basketball's net!
Why is everything so tuneless as the surly larks...
the sluggard's eyes snap with anger as a hound barks!
The early sunset turns crimson, then gradually swarthy,
warning the haggard fisherman to pull the fishing rod
out of the foul water...to make him feel too forlorn;
suddenly...the windstorm increases the swelling of the rolling waves,
and the beach-goer, so serene and supine, has to leave hurriedly:
this was a remote refuge for his earnest prayers and quite thoughts!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.
I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded -
packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities.
I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits,
to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire,
its ice-cycle crystal contrail points, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you.
Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections,
and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires.
I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true,
to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and seduce.
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music for this:
Someday by Sugar Ray
sunburn by almost monday
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Heaven by Los Lonely Boys
The night falls, a darkened sky,
Stars glitter at me… every second, every time.
From the eastern side of my island, we see an eye—
A bright, round, dark-yellow eye,
Peeking from beneath the calm, dark ocean blue,
Yawning, as we wait for the game to start.
When the full moon rises, awakened by a cold breeze,
It glows above with a heavenly breath.
White clouds take shape in different forms,
Moving like actors in a silent film—
Dancing, battling, making funny faces.
Soon, our backyard is bathed in ghostly white,
The niu, ulu, tamaligi, and talie trees
Stretch their black shadows across the garden,
Twisting, creeping—scary, eerie, thrilling.
Bushes wave at us, adding to the excitement,
And one of us calls out, "Fai kakou igave’a!"
This is better than any sport,
Playing under moonlight—
Not too hot, not too cold,
No sunburn, no boredom, no chores.
An owl hoots in the distance,
Cicadas whisper secrets we can hear but never see.
Bats swoop above, hunting on the fruit trees,
Turning the night into an adventure.
Each player takes position,
Finding the perfect hiding spot,
Disappearing into the shadows.
"Make sure to survive a forbidden fall!"
Hide and Seek, the palagi name it,
But in Samoa, this is the game of the night.
We play until the seeker finds us all,
Laughter echoing through the garden,
Until exhaustion pulls us to the soft grass,
Breathing in the scent of pure earth,
Singing lullabies to the moon’s endurance.
"Omai i le fale, ua leva le po!"
Mum calls from the front of the house.
We groan—too soon to end the night!
"Darn it!" I whisper to my brother.
"It’s alright, there are plenty of nights ahead!"
"But not every night is a full moon!" I grumble.
We race home, wash up, and rest.
As I lying in bed, my mind still full of wonder,
Dreaming of the moon, our white planet.
What would the world be without you?
Dark, dull, silent, lifeless.
'Ha! Ha! Can’t wait for your next return.'
Tonight? Maybe next time.
I laughed, as I heard my little brothers giggled beside of my bed
Find me stupidity talking to myself.
I’m off to sleep now—
Or else I’ll be late for school tomorrow!
G’night, moon babe, and sweet dreams.
Somethings gonna get you;
somethin' got it's eye on you;
Open and shutting mouth
What's a beak gonna do;
Chew you up and down;
Peck you on your sunburn arm;
Spit in your eyes;
Scratch your thigh;
Why, Oh why;
It's crawling out you onto your lips;
A fever blister bout to bust;
It's licking at your eyes;
In tears of pain you cry;
My, my, my...
Why, why, why...
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
You don't think it's true, don't blink;
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
9/14/82
James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1982
Base on Gary Boyle character and song