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Sunscreen could not save our skin,
as dressed in skimpy swimsuits,
we splished and splashed that afternoon,
so happily slapping the water of the sun-kissed glistening sea,
splattering each other with its salty taste.
Afterward, we swam out into the swell of its waves,
surrendering ourselves to the surges
of the smaller and less dangerous waves,
letting ourselves be totally submerged and tossed like shells,
then swept swiftly back to shore.
Later, we drifted out to the deep,
and then shuddering as the temperature dipped,
we swam to the safety of the beach.
Skipping back to the warmth of sand,
we toweled off and sat, satiated with contentment
to watch sun setting in a sky of cerulean and splendid rose.
Drenched with much peacefulness,
we watched sun sink lower and lower
at the edge of the shore -
at the edge of that summer
and at the edge of a childhood
we could not know then
was coming to
its end.
April 5, 2019 for Edward Ebeh's Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest
A very mighty king resides on high.
His face beams down upon us from the sky.
We praise him when he’s shining happily,
Reflecting in the azure of the sea.
King Sun, however, toys with us some days.
He hides behind the clouds to make a haze.
And other times he likes to prove how bright
That he can be compared to Luna’s light.
We’ll be in swimsuits, ready for some fun.
King Sun has spoiled it though for everyone.
He scorches us and makes us pray for rain,
But his return we’ll pray for soon again!
Without his rays, we’d see much suffering,
And so we are indebted to our king.
Aug. 22, 2016 for the Couplet time poetry contest of Rick Parise
The dog days of summer bring humid air,
that morphs into dewdrops, as the night cools.
And summer swimsuits aren't seen anywhere:
because the kids have returned to their schools;
abandoning their sandcastles and pools.
The leaves are slowly being drained of green,
changing color as they prepare to die.
And the cottage windows don't need a screen
when the sun sits low in the Autumn's sky
for there's no mosquitoes; just the odd fly.
Nature paints the leaves with brushes of fire,
while moonbeams gild cerise edges in gold.
For Nature is an artist to admire:
with a Fall palette that's subtle and bold;
Her art is a masterpiece to behold.
Exhaling a breath of air, crisp and cool,
with a sweet, spicy scent that defines Fall;
Autumn pulls a thread from Memory's spool.
It is time for Jack Frost's infamous scrawl,
welcoming Winter in her snow-white shawl.
Brisk breezes rattle bare branches and twigs,
as a forest of skeletons quivers.
A squirrel stashes nuts in holes it digs:
for the cold starts to give it the shivers,
aware of the wrath Winter delivers.
..~~Childhood Memory~~..
None of us could swim, from the river we were banned
Not allowed near the water without an adult holding a hand
When the adults were busy we went to play
Of course to the river our thoughts oft did stray.
A tin bath we found much to our delight
It would make a good boat so try it we might.
We were not allowed swimsuits as none of us could swim
So it was down to our birthday suits then we jumped in.
We took it in turns to sail in the bath
We didn’t think then of our parent’s fears or wrath
My brother decided a new game to play
Who could capsize the bath best - and still get away?
What fun playing in the hours of illicit gaming.
Capsizing and spitting out water with no complaining.
All went well until I tipped the bath near the drinking tree root
They sucked up and grabbed the bath for a hoot.
I turned the bath over and fell from inside
The tree roots clawed at me from the surface trying to hide
The fingers of the tree reached for me, holding and pinning me tight
The air from my lungs all gone - I never thought I would see the light.
A gasp as air rushed in, I could breath, I could see
And there were my friends and siblings all clapping at me
I had put on a good "act" of drowning they said
I had not the heart to tell them I thought I was dead.
We rubbed ourselves down with our clothes and dressed quick
All crossing our hearts, we would never tell our trick
I remember so well the dark grasping water back then
I learnt to swim quick before I went there again.
death shall have no dominion
Dominion of Canada
Canada goose
goose egg
egg salad
salad days
days of our lives
lives in the balance
balance the budget
budget rent a car
karmaloop
loopmasters
Masters of the Universe
universal love
love and hate
hate your guts
guts but no brains
brains blown out
out of our minds
mindset
set your watch
watch TV
vegan pizza
pizza crust
crust of bread
bread and water
water bottle
bottle of beer
beer Vikings
Viking invasion
invasion of privacy
sea to shining sea
Seattle, Washington
washing clothes
clothes make the man
maneater
eater of flesh
fleshtone
tone it down
down the drain
drain clog
clogged sink
sink or swim
swimsuits
suits me fine
fine dining
dining out
outcast
cast a shadow
shadow
cast
You walk along the sandy beach
And you taste the salted air
You step on very tiny shells
As the wind blows through your hair
The ocean splashes on your feet
As your baking in the sun
You see a ship in the horizon
And children having fun
Surfers surfing atop the waves
And swimmers swim and float
Beach balls and sand castles on the shore
And fisherman in their boat
Lifeguards whistling at drifters at sea
And whistles at girls from the boys
Pigeons and seagulls and volleyball players
Creating some of the noise
Umbrellas, blankets, and burning tanners
And musclemen flexing their chests
Swimsuits, short shorts, and girls in bikinis
Showing off some of their breasts
Boardwalk walkers' walk into arcades
And they play the pinball machines
The teen-age gamers thinking they're cool
Wearing their cut-off and fringy new jeans
Pizza slice vendors sell sausage and peppers
With onions and fries on the side
More vendors sell ice-cream and cotton candy
And funnel cakes and zeppoli's- deep fried
So, today or tomorrow maybe go to the beach
Walk the boardwalk or just walk in the sun
When you go to the beach on a sunshiny day
No doubt- you'll get a tan and have fun!
You walk along the sandy beach
And you taste the salted air
You step on very tiny shells
As the wind blows through your hair
The ocean splashes on your feet
As your baking in the sun
You see a ship in the horizon
And children having fun
Surfers surfing atop the waves
And swimmers swim and float
Beach balls and sand castles on the shore
And fisherman in their boat
Lifeguards whistling at drifters at sea
And whistles at girls from the boys
Pigeons and seagulls and volleyball players
Creating some of the noise
Umbrellas, blankets, and burning tanners
And musclemen flexing their chests
Swimsuits, short shorts, and girls in bikinis
Showing off some of their breasts
Boardwalk walkers' walk into arcades
And they play the pinball machines
The teen-age gamers thinking they're cool
Wearing their cut-off and fringy new jeans
Pizza slice vendors sell sausage and peppers
With onions and fries on the side
More vendors sell ice-cream and cotton candy
And funnel cakes and zeppoli's- deep fried
So, today or tomorrow maybe go to the beach
Walk the boardwalk or just walk in the sun
When you go to the beach on a sunshiny day
No doubt- you'll get a tan and have fun!
Skin tanned olive
Hair streaked with gold
Green patches on the knees
of my ripped blue jeans
Purple soles of my bare feet
From the falling mulberries
Summer vacation
School's not in session
So we play all day
and smell of chlorine
We find ourselves at your house
for dinner with your family
you walk me home through the woods
after jumping on your trampoline
Dusk falls and the grass gets wet
The sky turns black and the stars reflect
the warm, orange bonfire glow
we wake in the morning
in sleeping bags, smelling of smoke
Car ride down the interstate
to your grandparents cottage
we spend all day at the lake
jumping off the dock's edge
Mint chocolate chip ice cream
woodchips under my toes
we play putt putt in our swimsuits
until it's time to go
damp towels on the hardwood floor
wet footprints follow us in
cold sandwiches my mom made
cartoons on the television
hanging upside down
from a branch of the tree in your front yard
I didn't realize it quite then, that looking back
I'd miss it all this hard
You dare me to kiss you
then take off in a sprint.
Twenty years later in my memory
I can catch only a glimpse
Of your blue eyes and freckled face
standing outside, asking me to come play
Nostalgic Michigan Summer Day
Behind our house – so many memories
created by myself and siblings dear!
Way back behind it there were many trees -
a woods where we amused ourselves all year.
But our first summer was my best recall:
in our back yard before I had turned ten.
In swimsuits and with great glee – one and all -
we’d turn the hose on, laughing, splashing then.
We’d spray each other, squealing as we raced
through water’s cold squirts underneath hot sun.
Then after it got dark, fireflies we chased.
Oh, how I miss those days of summer fun!
Such joy just being children! Time goes fast.
That memory’s a cool blast from my past.
August 2, 2020
For the Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Summertime, a wonderful time full of nostalgic teenage memories
I spent many weekends with my best friend Tina at Bear Pond Park
Memories of packing our swimsuits, towels, music and bagged lunches
And We always brought our spending money for the snack shack
We chewed grape bubble gum in the car and gossiped on the way
It was a fun time and I always looked forward to those special days
At the park, we swam, worked on our tans and went on the slides
Laughing, flirting with the boys while racing down the rainbow rides
In the late afternoon We had our deep dish ice cream sundaes
Memories of my tongue tickled by the tartness of the strawberries,
while soothed by frozen vanilla custard with layers of whipped cream
We ate at the picnic table while sweet dribbles landed on our swimsuits
We had to wait a while before we could go back and swim in the lake
We went back to the rainbow slides, laughing and chewing bubble gum
Our swimsuits dotted with ice cream and berry stains, soon to be washed away
We had one last afternoon swim, our suits washed clean until the next weekend.
6/26/22
Contest: Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
N/A Judged 7/15/22