I passed the local swimming pool
And saw that what remained
Was lots of empty space because
The water had been drained.
Now, I am not a swimmer,
Though I walk by every morn,
Way too early for the crowds of folks
Where bathing suits are worn.
Yet I’m certain they enjoyed it,
Cooling off or doing laps,
While the children played or splashed
With “Marco Polo!” shouts, perhaps.
That’s all finished for the season
And the lifeguards, too, are gone,
Maybe to an indoor gym, where some
Aquatics still go on.
Three sisters; Faith, Hope, Charity and me
were swimming naked in the moonlight
all together in a sea of tranquility
when gravity threw Hope across the water
it really shouldn't oughta
as that left Faith, Charity and I
but Faith departed can't think why
perhaps because three's a crowd
yet Charity remained unbowed
so to her I gave a tender kiss
not thinking it would be amiss
the slap she handed me it burned
seems it was all much too soon
and on that night the lesson learned
I may as well kiss the moon
By day my dreams go drifting
of their own design
I find my mind wandering
down to the waterline
for a change of scene
let's you and me
go swimming in the sea
of tranquility
leave all cares behind
we'll sail away sometime soon
and bathe by the light of the moon
Time's gone, religion's in decline,
Why don't we care about this line?
Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate,
Do they care about the poor's state?
The night of darkness started soon,
But still shining the brightest moon.
Tyrants swimming in a pool,
Poor watching, feeling cool
Different religions, different rules.
Poor confused, but they are fools.
Horror dreams, horror thoughts,
They are holding charity pots.
Not sure! What future might grow,
But the brightest moon will always glow.
A Pond's Melody
Purrs of swimming swans
Drumming of fish with bladders
Rustling of water lilies
Rippling of waters
Stir up a pond`s melody,
A dulcet boon to the ears.
Longer days
vacation stays
packed beaches
eating peaches
sudden showers
picking flowers
water slides
carnival rides
wearing shorts
playing sports
snow cones
skipping stones
riding bikes
long hikes
swimming pool
staying cool.
dolphins have a sense of play that resonates with me
A spirit of joy and excitement
A childlike innocence
They take care of each other
Appear to share private jokes
I picture myself swimming with them
But then I remember I would be terrified
I am scared to death of the ocean
I have seen the movie Jaws, haven’t I?
Her koi fish appear as cowhide
red and white instead of black and white
They swim around lily pads that have shaken off their frogs
I marvel at their swimming prowess
And the pink blossom of the lily pad
She's two fish swimming
in opposite directions
and physically incapable
of answering my questions
always on the stick's wrong end
yet not to harp or carp
but I'm forever on the opposite
that which is pointed sharp
would I enquire of the right one
it's the left natator who replies
with something unrelated
from out of yonder wild blue skies
and not knowing which will respond
altho' I have my theories
with only what makes sense to me
is how I phrase my queries
but as none have even been addressed
it's become a chore &/or task
I could give in let her win
and evermore simply shouldn't ask
2025.3.27
For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach.
I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour.
Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart.
It was not long ago,
Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe.
I maximised them and used them weekly.
Now, chances to swim in the sea,
Will be very slim and almost down to zero.
I was not brave enough to swim in the cold.
So, I have no choice but swim in the pool.
The pools always have chlorine and chemicals.
I could not have both.
Natural seasonal salt water,
Or year round regulated temperature.
I pray I still be alive and fit to enjoy splashing around,
In summer at the end of the year.
On a different note, I swam here not long ago.
A matter of fact it was about three weeks ago.
The ocean, the beach and the sand,
And the scenery remained the same,
But something had definitely changed.
I swim in the weight of what once was,
where your laughter rippled like sunlight on waves.
Now the tide pulls heavy, a silent hush,
as grief drags deep into shadowed caves.
Your touch—once the shore I reached with ease—
is now a ghost in the ebb and flow.
The water whispers in mournful pleas,
carrying echoes, I dare not let go.
Each stroke I take is a fight with time,
against currents carved in sorrow’s tide.
Yet love still lingers, soft, sublime,
a beacon that will not subside.
Though lost in the depths of what we were,
I swim to keep your memory near.
Love does not drown—it shifts, it stirs,
a tide that speaks your name so clear.
Like
swimming
upstream is
swimming with grief.
You try so hard to
keep from going under.
You feel yourself drowning, and
while you flounder, you wonder if
ever you might find any relief -
relief for the pain that won’t go away.
You feel a great weight is pulling you down -
down to the depths of your greatest woe -
deeper and deeper and deeper.
How can you upstream proceed?
You don’t know what to do
You pray for something
to hang onto
as down and
down you
go
When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see
the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea,
I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie
beyond the edge of the marooned mind until it’s dry.
The mangled mind swirls in the whirlpool of sorrow,
like the curling cloud clump the winding winds of despair blow
across the melancholic sky, turning grey from blue,
where with my broken wings I can’t fly any more with you.
The sunburst horizon fails to glint the frail face of gloom,
in wilted plants of my wasteland the buds don’t bloom.
Their dormant scent like your love wanders in my heart,
for I’ve lost you to destiny, my soul has been split apart.
You drift away in splitting storm under the falling sky,
the tormenting thunder breaks asunder my life wry.
As the silent pain the shards of broken heart amplify,
I hear the dry buds stealthily shriek the wounded sigh.
The sad tune of the agonizing whisper I hear echo within,
takes me to the debris of happy times we’ve together seen.
My heart turns into a leaf, falling from the longing tree,
swimming in the river of grief, flowing to the morose sea.
So many people I’ve known have died
so I ask the good lord why
You take them young you take them old
and then up to heaven they would go
But can my tears ever go dry
as I swim in grief and forever cry
I wonder if I will be remember when
for my time shall come just like some of my friends
Will I meet them by the charming church bells
or will I toast with them deep in Hell
One thing if for sure about the news
we will all be listening to the songs of Glenn Hughes
It is as if cloudy eyes forecast rain
And the darkest heartache
Bleeds grief like varicose veins
All blue and distorted with pain
Hope is aborted and sadness
Is a black freight train of thoughts
Drowning my wake my sleep my faith
I try to smile through it but fail
A grimace of green slides in a wail
Finding no comfort in other widows
My grief is a powerful hurricane sucking soul
Drowning in grief stuck lamenting
No poem strong enough for venting
Every emotion a shadow of grey
Will I ever find light again in day
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