Uncle Ed was the first guest to arrive, he was eager to hear the tale.
He perched on the edge of an arm chair, after he’d had a bit of ale.
A chipmunk and two bunnies hopped in along with the morning mail.
Grandma Mink sensed faeries, for her sixth-sense is holy like the grail.
Grandpa Mink had his back to the fire, he was raring to tell the tale.
Treasure maps at his feet showed where the pirate ships should sail.
Two bunnies and a chipmunk hopped in, one had posted some bail.
Has he started yet? Asked the persnickety cat; who was licking her tail.
The wedding photo from the mantel fell down, for it had a rusty nail.
Light from the fireplace slithered around the room at the pace of a snail.
Balconies in the library were full of the infamous fey, I felt without fail.
If you don’t believe me, you may ask my psychic empathic cousin, Dale.
I noted a particularly large faerie perched on an intricate guard rail.
I envisioned her taking a flying leap and landing like a parasail.
Six more people arrived during the storm, which was a treacherous gale.
Now that we are all here, Grandpa Mink said, “I shall begin to tell the tale.”
Categories:
parasail, life,
Form: Monorhyme
In Florida, the family met
For dinner by the beach.
A parasail came into view,
Which sent the gulls a’screech.
My aunt, who’s 94, exclaimed,
“I’d like to take that ride
To celebrate my 95th,
With someone by my side.”
We all cracked up, a funny joke,
But looking at her face,
We weren’t sure – could this be something
That she might embrace?”
If so, who’d keep her company?
For none of us would go.
We decided on my sister
Who, not there, could not say no.
A lot can happen in a year,
Though surely, without fail,
There’ll be a poem next August
If my aunt does parasail!
Categories:
parasail, age, family, sky,
Form: Rhyme
She sat by the river facing the crimson sky
watching the birds fly towards the coral sea
sitting prettily on a blanket of lavender tie-dye
she ate her tangerine contentedly as can be
Accoutered in a dress the shade of lilac jelly
she matched the lemon trees of green and Chi
wearing watermelon rouge from the Deli
she smiled, for everything was fine and peachy
A dolphin slapped the chartreuse water with his tail
"look above" he said, watch the parasail
an aquamarine cloth flapped against the wind
and a sign appeared, "marry me, Rosalind!"
She stood on her toes waving at him bold
then flipped her hair of yellow saffron gold
plucking a mallow from behind her ear
she yelled, " I will marry you my dear"
April 18, 2021
Contest Name: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
colors used: aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse, coral, lavender, lemon, lilac, saffron, tangerine, and watermelon.
Categories:
parasail, appreciation, love,
Form: Quatrain
I never learned to ride a horse
Or parasail or dive.
I never learned the trick involved
In keeping plants alive.
I never learned to knit or paint
Or tie a scarf or juggle
And calculating time zones
Always seems to be a struggle.
I never learned to hook a bra
With fasteners behind me.
For annual exams I need
Somebody to remind me.
I never learned to ski or ice skate;
Neither is a crime.
Yet somehow in my life at least
I learned the joy of rhyme.
Categories:
parasail, me,
Form: Rhyme
Sailboats fill the blue as the sun
dips into a chartreuse night
I watch the seabirds guide
them home
On the grass strewn with yesterdays news
I carry my weight along with the pain
disrupting lucid thoughts of me
will this ever be through
Peek in
from under your parasail of perfection
claiming the pains only in my head
as I'm shivering on this concrete bed
Find me again where
broken homes and dreams
stuff a cardboard box
former friends scatter
But it doesn't matter now
like it mattered then
soft eyes greeting
sunrise wishes on first rays
Oh peek back in
a place you still belong
seabirds with floating feathers
scared scarred forever tired
Categories:
parasail, allusion, bird, imagination, pain,
Form: Free verse
the roses of my life are blooming again
i am on my next ride
i feel as if i am going to win
my walk in perfect motion....i have it all in stride
your kiss is like timetables of prosperity so radiantly parallel
our next journey we so eagerly await
whether we hang glide, jump the waves, or parasail,
we simply float freely through each and every gate
Categories:
parasail, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Zipping through New Hampshire’s White Mountains
Suspended by a rope through trees
Autumn colors accompany a brisk breeze
Turning your face bright, scarlet red
Don’t look down, just peer ahead
Live joyfully in each challenging activity
“What,” you say, “no engine?”
Sail planes ride wind currents
Regular airplane tows you up
Then you are cut free
To rely on navigational skills
Parasail over turquoise sea
Images below evoke wonder
Tiger Shark approaches bathers
No distress signal sent
Rev the engine
Noisy jet skis
Bound over waves
Bucket list
Now empty
Memories!
*Written October 13, 2014
Categories:
parasail, adventure, memory,
Form: I do not know?
On twilight's sinking bridge, Nyx's waves swell
With an ethereal wand casts, dark, bewitching spell
O'er deep crevasse, spreads her enchanting veil
A glittering panorama of lights ballasts infinity
Moonbeams, star streams, and planet gleams form trinity
With blipping dots, beeping dashes cosmic dust braille
Heavenly bodies over the dark seas parasail
Orion's silted bow the fiery bastions doth assail
Kneeling, Hercules with glowing club o'er dragon doth flail
Pleiades's gaudy sisters in blue-sequined dresses luminosity scale
Virgo's virgins spawn into egg; sterility to efface
Pisces's forked fish tails lock; damming each, corroded face
Aquarius's stout water pail brims with charms to engrace
Ursa Major's silver ladle dips deep into briny well
Ursa Minor's frail oyster spoon dips into pale ale
The Southern Cross's interceding lines point to holy grail
Categories:
parasail, animal, dark, planet,
Form: Rhyme