Long Suntan Poems
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A chameleon basks among the leaves...color me green
he slithers accross a leafless branch ..color me tan
he trips and falls onto the grass ...color me green again.
My mind takes off on a flight of fantasy
color changes sure make me dizzy.
and here's another twist.
Bleaches and creams....color me white
suntan lotion .................color me tan
is there a shade to color me black?
Is it fantasy .......or is it a fact ...
am I ashamed of the skin I'm in?
The chameleon changes color to protect itself ..a safety net one might say
but why do we change the color of our skin
are we ashamed of what we are....afraid that discrimination will wear us thin?
or is it that we do not know
that whatever color change we make
we remain the same underneath.
It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing.
The crashing waters from a wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
were the Caribbean Sea and The Atlantic Ocean hug.
It is a strange sensation of hot then cold, that tease the senses.
The young woman with me is my lover of four years.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear blue ocean, warm,
but with a piercing love glare that sends shivers up my spine.
We are young, in love and safe
inside a perfect glossy postcard background.
Her red lips and light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
and remove a barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her.
I hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh, like so much dough.
Suddenly I set my angel free. She pounces on me,
like a lioness in heat famished for the taste of flesh.
The world disappears and I find myself willingly trapped in a void.
Nature's voice conducts an orchestra of emotion.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch.
With the strokes of a divinity fingers paint a portrait of rapture.
We dance now to the precise notes
of an escape into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement, our bodies become one.
There is no end to the divine flavors we share.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building
imploding gracefully to the roar of infinite sound.
Until eventually we pass out naked
locked in each others arms.
We find ourselves lying on the warmth
of the fine white sand beach when we awaken,
tattooed in the telling shades of a Jamaican suntan.
SEABED SOAKED
coconuts float from purple palms
in the tropics
thirsty for its watery alms
wet umbrella
a salad that tosses and turns
a fever burns
consoler massages my burns
my suntan bleek
warm winds cannot compete with skin
red raw and spurned
as you run off with youthful sin
down pebbled beach
her hair carelessly bleached from sun
hand in hand with
my crinkled, decrepit old one
her smile will fade
as red foraminifera
turns beaches pink
she soon will stand on graying sand
with missing link
flame from mirthful cheeks - fever’s fried
i laugh out loud
and snap a towel at backside
of seaside hunk
1/16/2019
Fiction - I’m happily married :)
August Sunshine
August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In delight
And dance.
August sunshine is about napping
And waking
Waking and pausing,
Seeing the depth of blueness in the sky
All over again
As if for the first time
Mouth open in wonder;
Letting warmth
Slowly seep
Into cold bones and weary souls –
Being still
While butterflies
Float
Past summer visions.
August sunshine is about
Looking
For the moonrise in paleness
To light up the way
For summer shooting stars;
The feel of hats –
The smell of suntan cream
Winding down,
Gathering,
Resting
In the sound of children
In the backyard
Ice in glasses,
The smell of newly cut grass.
August sunshine is about
Seeing the action of life
Write itself
Into
The afternoon
Then watch
Parades
Of boats
Stroll by on lakes –
Or buzz the shore
Pulling water skiers -
Tiny dots like aquatic ants
Surfing
On summer waves.
It is about being enveloped –
Watering – weeding - getting ready
And the whoosh
Of rainbirds
Sprinklers
Fire hydrants
Making puddles –
Water trickling down
Furrows
Of the skin and soil;
Opening windows - closing shutters
Ice cream vendors and thunderstorms
Announcing their arrival
In tinkling bells and booming laughter.
August sunshine feels different.
(children's poem)
Ten little frogs were not feeling fine
One went to the hospital and then there were Nine
Nine little frogs went out to play
One got hit by a ball and then there were Eight
Eight little frogs were named Stephen
One died by a 'Silver Bullet' and then there were Seven
Six little frogs went for a dive
One stayed at the bottom and then there were Five
Five little frogs were on the floor
One got stepped on it and then there were Four
Four little frogs sailed to the sea
One disappeared and then there were Three
Three little frogs were wearing shoes
One walked away and then there were Two
Two little frogs were having fun
One died laughing and then there was One
One little frog was basking in the sun
He forgot the suntan lotion and now there are None!!!
:)
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Rising on island,
Mountain, with peaks of possibility,
Valley lush and green.
When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder -
Call it butterflies.
The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us.
Explosive, our love -
Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea,
Eyes leaping with fire.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running,
Drifting on riffraff.
Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds.
La la…ooh…la la.
Sips of berries and pineapple; we share
Icy tropical
Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot.
Ebb and flow of raft,
Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Collapse of civilization, in grass
Skirt, paradise shirt,
Atomic timing sans wearing a watch.
Heads buried in sand -
Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive,
Dirty and tender.
Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan-
Baked, gliding upwards,
Climactic eruption, falling with love.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
We ride the flume of volcanic weather,
Can’t raise the tall man,
Seek the insane chance of sane survival -
Valiancy in strife.
Man and wife seeking each other’s island -
Pieces fit just right.
Synchronic habitation, breathing room.
Volcano’s, how old?
In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
I have booked a holiday,
I am going on a Cruise.
Plenty time to read my books,
lots of time to snooze.
Then to find romance,
meet my ideal man.
All aboard the Love Boat (baby)
For marriage and suntan.
Gonna get my legs waxed,
Bikini line done to.
Then to try to lose some weight
I"ll look brand spanking new!
The Ticket it arrived,
my Brain I tried to rack.
( that I had it all)
In the cases that I packed.
My excitement it did mount
as the date became the day.
The Taxi it will come
and i"ll soon be on my way.
I have never been at sea,
so the question always begs.
Will I feel alright,
upon my new sea legs.
The Love Boat is so good
and soon we leave the dock.
The journey is so smooth
it is steady as a rock.
I party every night,
but never heed the warnings.
To much drink and sea
equals throw up every morning.
But I think it"s great,
that I am ready and i"m able,
to finally meet the Captain
( got the invite to his table)
The big night it arrives
I am dressed up to the nines.
He wont know what has hit him
as he becomes all mine!
Going to get that Captain,
yes that will be my plan.
Turn on the seduction
and I will get my man.
But the Captain is a Women!
I don"t know what to say.
(oh her **** are so much bigger)
It spoils my Holiday.
So the Moral of this story,
Is plain for all to see.
Always check your Life Boy
or He might be a She!!!
Summer Hit Parade
Here comes summer -
In the good old summertime –
In those lazy, hazy, crazy days -
A summer breeze blows through my mind –
The scent of jasmine – summer mood
On summer nights –
“Oh – oh - oh!”
Slammin” the screen door
When elephants play on the lawn
“Doot, doot, doot – out my back door”
No summertime blues –
Hot and gritty –
When summer comes to the city
Staying cool up on the roof
On the blue lagoon – in the boondocks –
Fishin’ in the dark – crusin’ on warm summer nights -
Or on the boardwalk,
Like Ipanema,
“Down by the sea”
Girls in itsy bitsy teeny polkadot bikinis
For boys of summer
Surfer girls – beach boys driving woodies –
Summer girls - surf and sand – barefoot blue jean night –
Surfin’ in the USA –
Love letters in the sand – barefootin’ -
Suntan cream – building sand castles for
A summer place –
Warm summer mood -
Drinking slowly the summer wine
“Wella, wella, wella, wella!”
Living’s easy on the summer side of life –
“Tell me more! Tell me more!”
Hot fun in the summer sun
“Sum – sum – sum –sum – sum- sum - summertime”
Cooled by the summer wind –
“Sing along with us –de-de-de-de-de-de!”
“Come and sing with me! Da-da-da-da-da-da!”
And when the summer rain beats upon my windowpane
I’ll remember you
All summer long – the long, hot, summer -
Even as I see you in September
Suddenly last summer a summer song –
Summer love - my sweetheart of summer.
All summer long makes me feel fine! Summertime! “Whoa–oh –oh!” “Do-wah!”
Winter. Expect snow and ice
Children think snow’s very nice
Hear them giggle with delight
When they have a snowball fight
Spring. We’ll see pretty flowers
Nesting birds, April showers
When small fledglings take to wing
I can hear the bluebells ring
Summer. Time for holidays
When we bask in sunshine’s rays
Many want a deep suntan
It’s too hot I’d need a fan!
Autumn. Leaves are tumbling down
Trees lose their glorious gown
Finest season of them all
No surprise it’s known as fall.
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05/17/23
End of May has come again
Thinking about pushing the button to send
Containing a message stating destruction
But we know how to rebuild with construction
Before summer’s relaxing heat
Let US ponder who we beat
They nicknamed US super powers
Not adolescent immature cowards
As they plant poppy seed flowers
Watching US develop sky scraper towers
Haunting military ghosts lurk around
In a patriotic town
Advising invisible thoughts
To fellow living comrades who also fought
Names on the wall are inscribed
Remembering soldiers who lost when they tried
Belongings sent back home
After dying alone
Service to their homeland was the rhetoric tone
A triangle flag seems to be the tribute
Responding to action following the order to shoot
Strategized in a room filled with uniforms and business suits
There are sounds from a flute
Hearing it the power players clap saying “that is cute”
A symbolic artistic way
Reminding them that there are other ways
To handle the method of making them pay
Mismanagement is never spoken as an issue
Despite families mourn using tissues
Horns play taps
For those who fell into deadly traps
As for the professional white collar
Focused on the bottom line and dollar
Reports headline Memorial Day 2020
Maturing adults depositing trust in God written on their money
Trading currency makes cents
Especially when weighing the Pounds with the Pences
Standing tall proclaiming no tears here
Spending time talking and spreading cheer
Can be the way to take this break
To honor what is at stake
Due to those who have the need to be a fake
While others go to another wake
Storming the beaches in June
Resting in peace inside bunkers and dunes
Is very rude
Unless you want a suntan and swim in an ocean to stay cool