My dream is to travel to Alaminos, Pangasinan
To experience and enjoy the splendor of The Hundred Islands
A famous tourist spot with long beaches and white sands
Clear emerald waters catering countless amusements and fun.
A national park with 123 to 124 islands at limestone formations
Green mushroom-shape each, great for island hopping in all seasons
In kayaking, snorkeling, ziplining, cliff diving… I won’t sojourn
I’ll stay in various areas from Lucap Wharf, my perfect destinations!
I’ll visit Pilgrimage Island to see Christ The Savior’s giant statue
And the Station of the Cross--- nice spots to worship under the sky so blue
I’ll hop more on popular islands for fresh air, capturing the magical view
Marcos’ Island has caves to explore by diving or paddling a canoe.
Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.
Let's toss some poets into a soup like a gumbo
to make a concoction of proportions quite jumbo,
with a variety of flavors, so delicious,
yet, for our hearts, minds, and spirits, highly nutritious.
Let's call this exotic concoction, PoetrySoup,
and then welcome that ridiculous Dave Crandall dupe,
with his oddball poems of distaste and aberrance,
making him grateful for everyone's forbearance.
Like a fly, I do the backstroke in this soup as I read
poems that sow beauty and happiness's seed;
or, snorkeling, I think hard as I dive down deep,
and devour a profound poem before I sleep.
A Beach Scene
Ocean waves
Ocean breezes
Turquoise seas
Ninety degrees
Coconut trees
High tides
Swinging hammocks
Sky Juice
Pink Sand
Tidal pools
Sea Shells
Conch Shells
Sand castles
Swimming
Snorkeling
Parasailing
Jet skis
Lifeguards
Summer tunes
8pm sunset
no other place
on earth I would rather be !
Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
Rediscover the spirit
of the shadows of summer
the pleasures of beach days
the joys of snorkeling in the reefs
and the sensational taste
of island style coffee and brunch
What, I cannot say,
A feeling something's wonkey.
Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean,
Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys.
What can be said,
About the snorkeling tigers?
Or the underwater chainsaw juggler,
Breathing fire?
There's a soggy clown around somewhere,
Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers.
It's a three-ringed circus sideshow -
It too, will soon be over.
Caribbean vacation adventures
at the core of the September moon
ignites travelers and water lovers
with a fire effect of goosebumps
rising up with pleasure
enjoying the sunset
and the Super moon
on the horizon point of the island's yacht
while eating coconut pecan cakes
and grabbing crystal glasses
of Spanish blue wine on the beach
at the singing heartbeat of the holiday zone
and snorkeling beneath the beauties of the ocean
reflecting the light of the Super moon and the stars
hand of coral islands
south of Sri Lanka
in the Indian Ocean
scuba diving
snorkeling. surfing,
dolphin watching
paddle boarding
i run to shake Maldive's glorious hand
eighty degrees average
sink
lower, drowned
submerging, burying, plummeting
absorption, slump, backstroke, fishes
snorkeling, diving, spearfishing
floaty, enjoyable
swim
Date created: 03/26/2022
It sticks to grey matter
where a porous unmindfulness
sponges whatever absorbs.
It fills city bars, taxies, and continents
infecting all with an
unquestioning acceptance,
settled opinions’
one collective belief.
Restroom walls
reveal common urges.
Once while snorkeling
in the Mediterranean,
I surfaced only to find the waves
full of jellyfish.
They did not sting
but I felt translucent tentacles
downloading their wet thoughts
into my persona.
After their probing’s,
I heard the sunlight talking
directly to my skin,
It said:
don't trust the minds of jellyfish.
Summer
Sunny, humid
sunbathing, snorkeling, surfing
beach, ocean, ice, snow
shivering, freezing, skiing
chilly, frosty
winter
Spring or Summer Diamante Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
04/29/21
Diving and snorkeling in Saltstraumen
is probably one of the most stunning
and the most spectacular you can experience
A passion in blue lines
and the mysterious properties of salt water
The underwater hunter's paradise
Catch your own fish and enjoy it for dinner
Homemade fish soup tastes lovely
But you can't sip soup without salt
it will be as a prayer without reverence
* Saltstraumen - The salt stream
27/02/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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summer sandy beach
swimming snorkeling submerged
summer exploits fun
springtime flowers vase
lilies tulips azaleas
scent fragrance cues
summer sandy beach
swimming snorkeling surfing
summer exploits fun
fall color honor guards
canopy red brown gold tan
leaves final slow dance
winter frost fleece
snowy ivory chalk mounds
cast blank white canvas
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