Short Sunbathers Poems

winter wizard beach
sunbathers turned to ice
gulls to puffs of snow...

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sunbathers glisten
dipped in rich coconut oil~
Seagulls fight for crumbs...

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Burnt to a Crisp

Red-hot sunbathers sleeping through sun rays.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 17, 2010

Poetic form: Monoku...

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Sun, 
sunshine,
sizzling rays;
so splendidly
sending us summers sensational tan.

Sunbathers swallow in the sweet sunshine;
shorts, sandals, shades,
sunblock, and 
summers
sun....

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She drank all the water in the first five seas.
She burped and tooted and started to wheeze.
The pirate ships began to toss and turn.
Driftwood came in by the hundreds to burn.

She released it all on a quick exhale.
The boats and barges ran up a strong gale.
The beaches were flooded, sunbathers were mad.
She climbed to the top of a lighthouse and lived out her sad....

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Summer sounds of children laughing,
chasing balls and happy running,
waves dancing on the shore,
tempting little feet to jump with joy 
while bold sand castles stand victoriously 
until they are swept away by the sea, 
blankets spread on golden beaches,
holding sunbathers caressed by summer music
who are grasping minute thoughts of yesterday
of nameless faces of past friends and songs 
they sang together-----all part of summer 
sounds of long ago....

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Sun's dry handiwork
Salty skinned sunbathers, stripped 
Sandy bones, de-hyd

Replaced watermark
With brand that is baked in deep
Pimping with long reach

Ray's Gaze, no flinch ways
Dusk don't need a sentinel
Has Fog roll blanket

Slips away, act 3
Crickets chirp their gossiping 
Undercover, shades

Hides in Night's phase shift
Will employ shadows at day
Witness protection

From relentless ways
Security, privacy
Quiet Holiday
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Beaches are open and golf courses, too.
Neighbors are meeting for barbecue.
Barbers are snipping like they used to do
But I’m quarantining at home.

Nanas and grandpas are visiting kin.
Sports venues say they’re prepared to begin.
Sunbathers slather their pale indoor skin
While within my apartment I roam.

Restaurants keep tables a distance apart.
Museums let patrons with masks look at art.
So many are ready for life to restart
As I sit here, inside, with my poem....

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