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Premium Member Behind Our House

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
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Bat and Gat: Nutty Squirrels

The cats had a rather slow day
So they went to the yard to play
All over the ground
Were nuts to be found
Before long, they had too much to weigh!

The porch, not the best place to keep
A large store of nuts in a heap
The local tree rats
Said, “what’s up with that?”
Swooped in to see what they could reap.

The squirrels saw the pile as a boon
Like a cache of Spanish doubloons.
To get such a stash,
Without using cash,
They’d be ready for winter real soon!

In the morning, the cats were in shock
At the sizable dent in their stock.
It was their belief
That they’d found their thief
When they dusted for prints with some chalk.

Well, they soon confirmed their suspicion;
Their sleuthing had come to fruition.
They watch the thief flee
To a giant oak tree
While committing walnut sedition.

At the oak tree, the rat turned and sneared.
Then his tree mates all joined and they jeered.
The gauntlet was thrown.
For honor! For home!
That’s when things took a turn for the weird.

So they fashioned a ready-made sling
From some swimsuits and elastic string.
With walnuts for bullets,
Gat loaded, Bat pulled it,
And launched at those squirrels with some zing!

The cats really pressed the attack;
It was non-stop noise: rat-a-tat-tat!
They were popping those squirrels
When our hero cat girl
Said, “I think we just gave our nuts back!”

Bat and Gat then felt a bit silly
Didn’t noodle this out, not really.
When you fend for yourself,
And store up your wealth,
Your brain’s a bit more like fusilli.

Bat and Gat learned a lesson on greed;
The experience planted a seed.
A hero first grade
Is quite often made
By sharing with others in need.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member By the Water's Edge

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

Nostalgic Michigan Summer Day

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member King Sun

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
sun
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Summer Sundaes

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

Premium Member The Beach

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!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Beautiful Days


    When I think back on the tattered pages of my life, I find so much sadness and
sorrow.  But there was a time way back when life was truly perfect, before Susan
was killed by a truck walking home from school one winter day.  She was six and I
was four and we were sisters who were loved very deeply.  Our parents were
hardworking and wonderful to us.  But that day changed everything, nothing was
ever the same.

     I can remember quite far back, it seems amazing that I can recall being fed in a
high chair, the train was coming and I had to open my mouth.  I can still hear
mother laughing when I got food all over my face.  She liked to dress the two of us
like twins.  I was big for my age and Susan was small for hers.  We were adorable,
everyone said so.  Many days we went for walks around the neighbourhood and
sometimes we played in this beautiful wooded park that had a pond with ducks
and swans.  I remember we would put our feet in the cold water and shriek our joy.

     Sometimes we went to the beach dressed in our blue satin swimsuits and
everyone said we were sweet with our shiny hair and of course, we adored the 
attention.  I recall going to a fair with games and rides.  We had ice-cream and
candy floss and went on amusement rides.  We especially loved the ponies.  Once I
was photographed by the local newspaper with the caption, "tot enjoys the fair," I
still have that photo of me with a big candy floss in my face.

     We had dolls and teddy bears and grandma gave us a real tea pot and cups to
to use for our tea parties in the back yard, she even made us peanut butter
cookies, oh, it was lovely.  Dad made us a little table with two chairs and a cupboard
for our dishes.  We would dress up in grandma's old hats and stuff and even invited
the cat, it is a beautiful memory.  Then Susan died and I had two of everything
like clothes, teddy bears, dolls and toys.  Life was never the same.



_____________________________
March 31, 2015


Poetry/Prose/The Beautiful Days
Copyright Protected, ID 03-658-687-31
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France


For the Standard contest, Golden Days, 
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged 04/2015

10th Place
Form: Prose

Dominion of Shadow

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
Form: Blitz

Premium Member Walk The Beach

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!
Form: Rhyme

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