her blue bikini
matches the blue of her eyes
sets off her black hair
reveals her perfect physique
as she runs along the beach
*inspired by a picture in a newspaper of a girl on a beach
For Francine's Blue contest: Beach
I cannot write of white sandy beaches
For I am an inland raised girl
Who lived under the blue sky of Dakota.
I guess I’ll give “the sky” a whirl.
If I had lived by one of the oceans
Then I would have written of it.
But I choose to honor bright skies of blue,
Getting bluer the longer I sit.
We had greyest of cold skies in winter.
Sometimes they were white, full of snow.
But endless expanse of blue summer skies
Put on a magnificent show.
Without blanket of smog to pollute it
The sky was a clear, azure blue,
It was just right for summertime dreaming,
To recall in winter time too.
It’s been many years since as a youngster
I dreamed under vivid blue sky.
Until gazing brought on a hunger for
A slice of Mom’s blue-berry pie.
When I am tired of smoke-yellowed heavens,
And I long for skies I once knew,
I pack up my tent to go back where I spent
My youth under bluest of blue.
Written for contest "Blue on blue on blue." My subject "The Sky" Won no. 2
gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on the shoreline
as rays swim by
sand dollar days
and the slow rising tide
sweet gentle rhythm of a rolling wave
aqua blue waters
to put your mind at ease
and a blanket of blue with cotton candy clouds
slowly drifting across the afternoon sky
sands of time pass on the beach
entry for beach poem contest- Blue on blue on blue
subject : Beach
Oh Mr Blue Tit
How sweetly you sit
When into my garden
You pleasantly flit
Oh Mr Blue Tit
With your coat so blue
Take care in the garden
A cat is watching you
Oh Mr Blue Tit
You have seen it
As from my garden
You urgently flit
Golden sun rise up
Barely beyond water's edge
I try not to peek
Yesterday's blue ocean waves
Leave me sunburned and sore
Written for Entry to Rick Parise Sponsored Contest:
Blue And Gold THEME
NATURE'S TANKA
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Gold sun rays filter
A golden glow through Willow
Expose gold tipped blooms
Cobalt Blue streaks SkyBlue sky
Diminishing as day flies
Contest: Blue And Gold
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Last golden Sun drop
licked by the deep blue mountains,
ocean's blue thirsty
now,for twilight's golden dew;
blue sky turning to pure gold.
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so blue the river
that meanders through my thoughts
as I remember
summers when a golden sun
wrapped itself around our love
skies once winked blue eyes
sun smiled gold for us alone….
yet gold may tarnish
now ashen clouds, filled with rain
form in my recollection
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For Rick Parise's Contest "Blue and Gold Tanka"
FLAX FIELD IN ALBERTA
Suddenly out of the blue we come by
A lazuline flax field under the cloudless indigo sky,
Filled to overflowing with perfume dry.
In the steady warm air, the smell of linens
And the small delicate petals’ nutty fragrance.
As the breeze pushes lazy waves into motion
In a summer Alpine lake azure , we are on
A magic carpet afloat, a billowing pale blue blanket upon
A waist-deep ocean: each blue bloom a tiny sapphire.
We want to dive and swim in this ultramarine cloud entire.
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Great Blue Heron stood
Thin as a flat toothpick split
Camouflaged sky-blue
Waits in knee deep blue water
Silently creeps jolt attack
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Blue Ocean Water
Softly touch blue horizon
Great blue Heron flies
Great Blue Heron camouflaged
Easy fishing jolt attack
Contest: "blue"
For: Francine Roberts
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Clouds flounder in the sky,
the vast blue stretching into the ocean
where they collapse into one another,
eliminating the horizon from the view
of the naked eye.
Upon the first Frost of the season,
shades of blue fade to grey-
and the horizon remains hidden
beneath the infinite haze of mortal vision.
I like to look up and stare at the sky.
How nice it would be to be able to fly.
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so fluffy.
As soft as the fur on a new born puppy.
The blue of the sky is as blue as the ocean.
Watching the clouds you can see them in motion.
The clouds look just like their glidding along.
When all of a sudden that blue sky is gone
A terrible storm just could be a brewing.
Keep watching the clouds to see what their doing.
There really could be some things blowing about.
Just keep your head use the plan you worked out.
It can happen real fast as the sky opens up.
The rains pouring down as the heavens errupt.
As fast as it comes is as fast as it goes.
When you talk of the sky one just never knows.
The garden where I could suppose,
I loved a little flower
with scented leaves, but not a rose,
a wasted childhood hour.
Among the blooms of regal love
a violet had my heart;
she hid within the garden grove
where salad leaves depart.
She shined beneath the window box
within my hideaway
a glimpse of blue by clustered phlox
and I would stay all day.
My pride and joy in this wee plot,
I'd sit and watch her grow,
impatient child who sulked a lot
but sat through wind and snow
And smiled into the summer sun
when first a bud appeared
a burst of blue would soon be done
once more my heart was cheered.
Green are the eyes that gawk at her,
but tongue can’t defy her praise.
Daisies gaze grudgingly in her direction,
as gentle breeze beckons, Please bow.
The scent of her perfume draws bees from far afield;
the buzz is in everyone’s ears.
News come to her with strong sex appeals.
All floras fall down on their knees.
A gust of wind brings whimpers from weeping willows,
and soft dandelions’ roars.
He sits on yonder blue grass,
with soft eyes he stares at her;
sheltered under a yellow jacket with blue bells and bachelor buttons,
harboring a sickening desire to be with her.
Bulbs shine radiant in the early spring, Siberian quills.
Blue are the hyacinths and daffodils,
they lost everyone’s love.
Her delicate pink,
perk up by the dawn’s slight light
and the dew that bath her at night.
Her petals faintly ruffled by the young wind’s caress.
God, she looks lovely in that perfect pink dress
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