What is that gizmo on your head?
Little doodad his son quickly said
Is it a whatchamacallit or a rinky dink?
Whatever you want Daddy, whatever you think.
The pool-side aliens who had been listening were trying to decipher
Words that made no sense, like vacuum, dust, and diaper
Gizmo? Doodad? Rinky Dink?
Do we have the right planet, do you think?
Let’s find an easier language to study,
said the Captain Little Buddy.
When the warm nutmeg spirit of generosity
moves you year round,
a Mrs. Claus heart fills your smile.
It's a Christmas kind of love on
any given day,
it has you singing, "Joy to the World,"
with your Yuletide soul soaring
pool side in the middle of July.
It's a Christmas kind of love
throughout your life. ~
> Kelvin:
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> Kelvin:
I met her in party
By the pool of Oloika
The figure she was
That caught my attention
Despite the large crowd
And the many beautiful faces that filled the pool side
But the smile on her face
Made a big difference
Won't say she was the most beautiful
But most probably
Her eyes could tell
Of how innocent she was
Her soft voice could tell
Of how tender she was
And her smile!
she had the best smile
Even as I took photos
She was the prime target
Later met
Got her number
And soon she became a friend
Yes a friend
Ooh no maybe something else
Someday, I'll get to know
the tea glass was within his reach
his call for help made the people screech
put the tea glass in my hand
at pool side he was ban
for being a plain old, lazy leech
Solstice,
sign of Summer’s
steamy red-hot realm of
searing sun and pool-side fun. Yet,
even as the heat waves strengthen, each day’s
shadows slowly lengthen, sowing
seeds that grow to snows that
coat the coming
Solstice,
waves of Winter’s
stark cold kingdom coming.
Yet with subtle signs of hope for
Spring. For even as the gales blow stronger,
each day grows a little longer.
In sleepy slumber I
sing of Summer's
Solstice …
Two cotton heads Dixie Babel talking,
prickly said,
Darkies don’t know much of nothing
They got empty skulls
full of careless, tropical lazy
Coconut bodies just laying around tanning and slumber planning
Perfect slave tools
for us pyramid builders to use
in erecting a cold, New World society
The two covetous, Egyptian overseers ...
with lascivious lusty leers,
said: the price of Picaninnies come dime a dozen
Once you’ve had some straw bury Nubian fun,
cherry lewd chocolate decadent ...
Black history, as Ivo-ry told, get mixed up a lot
More than a little, we suspect
Yes, we did our very, very vanilla best:
Doubled their tasks with triple digit unpaid success
As the two lounging Lenin heads,
communed on the pool side of the cool shade ...
their ice-cold, vodka lemonade thoughts slowly melted away
Unknowingly, they needed more than a little more time
As the dusk horizon was twilight descending,
dawn winter was fast approaching ... sans the sunshine
A bibliographic oceanographic espionage is merely a tidal titan in a mesmerising swimsuit sipping tequila sunrise on a pool side sun lounger on a large eighty foot yacht. Tactless men who smear defecation in print are quite often timely reminders of the inportantance of inner self. Not an imports range. Nor a grangefield lodge. But a ehim of a wielding whisker in a wicker basket carrying a lot of water. Very safe isn't it? Catacomb no category cat. Nor catfish. For an exploding beef bomb is just not pleasant. Especially at sea. Always wavering when wielding. But also watching. So take no curly eyelashes yo a discordant discotheque for the apples are waiting for your call and the contour caress of an old anticipated fantasy adventure. So no I can't carry amy more then 87 thousand pickles I'm arrived. Topic shut. Starboard saving ships. Fry fish then with or without icing? Hahaha balancing a bingo hall on a head holding a gong. Hahah interesting. Hahaha justification z. P y q was reporting from land of hooverfield. Z
The sun beats down on this hot Sunday,
So under cover, I think we will stay.
Our dogs on the tiles are dozing,
We too, are relaxing, eyes closing.
Too hot for flies, to dry for mozzies,
A dip in the pool for us in our cozies.
A cool breeze blows, if in the right place,
At the pool side it catches your face.
A glass of iced tea on the table in shade,
Or a few nibbles and iced lemonade.
A very genteel way to spend the day,
Someone else cooks dinner for us today.
So we relax, and maybe yawn once or twice,
A great way to while away the day. Very nice.
© Dave Timperley 14 August 2016
Is it pulling too much?
Telling you such a lie
Rose petals no stem
Burning within your eyes
Cousin no kin
Parasite blemish
Demise
Is the telescope focus
Television choking
Tunes in disguise
Is it lyrical?
Down right a miracle
Taking pills
Down throat soaking goodbyes
Is it ridicule?
Betraying backstabbing
Captivating surprise
Is it digital
Film making pitiful
Under rated
Under aged untied critical
Is it instrumental?
Taken down Cynical
Pinned Play boy
Pool side
Mental minimized
Is it fictional?
Down right scriptural
Water walking Miracle
Revised
Is it love?
Is it hate?
A shoe with no lace
Backed up tongue
With no face
Dripping out of place
World wind mistake
Criticize
Silly Self-Talk
I had a conversation with myself, as many of us often do,
I asked myself a question, and expected an answer too.
Did you ever take time out, to let your imagination run wild?
As you walked in the sand, bucket in hand like an innocent young child.
Did you ever stop to wonder, what you would do?
If you looked outside, the sky was green and all the grass was blue.
Did you ever say to yourself, if not now, then when?
As you stood pool side and pondered, jumping into the deep end.
No, I never stopped to think what, when, where, why or how!
I just ran around in circles, trying to lasso a spotted cow.
Written By: Sarita A Milliner © 2/12/15
I see the image of a white sandy beach,
Caressing the beautiful blue green water.
The tall palm trees randomly rooted along the shore,
Protecting all who walk there, keeping them cool on a warm day.
The cabanas on the beach, excellent shelter from the rays of the sun,
The white sand with the many shells along the walkway.
The beach volleyball court nearby where friendly games are played,
A walk to the elegant condominiums and swimming pool.
A refreshing and pleasurable swim in the exquisite swimming pool,
White and green tables and chairs by the pool side.
Lounge chairs where you can sit and view the beautiful paradise,
Perhaps read your favorite book or novel, reflection of a Limetree beach paradise.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
No more pool side fun,
As summer draws to an end;
And leaves start to fall…