THE BEACH
sand between your toes
sun tanners' bath on the beach
swimmers in the sea
THE PLAYGROUND
children on the swings
chasing dogs- after squirrels
chalk made- hopscotch
FISHING
fisherman casting
fly-fishing for rainbow trout
frying pans await
ENTERTAINMENT
concerts in the park
country fairs and carnivals
camping 'neath the stars
SPORTS
basketballs bouncing
baseballs being hit and caught
balloonists in air
SUMMER
spring has departed
sun showers in the forecast
summertime rainbows
Categories:
tanners, summer,
Form: Haiku
Eroding names on long-faced headstones,
a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past;
long rooted and confined while beside it
2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot.
An old-fangled America right there
forgotten crypts
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit of once horse-drawn bones
amid a modern thoroughfare.
A haze of traffic emissions half-hides the secreted,
the tucked away,
yet, there are whispers on mossy mounds,
mouthless echoes of forked-over farmers,
matrons of dispersed parishes,
tanners wrapped in musty mule skins.
An olden daze leans toward us,
tilts into the present, slides sideways into
a ‘Wendy's’ car-park.
Voices sweat into the skin of a biker filling his tank;
beneath his dew rag they wetly whisper.
He shudders in the warm sunlight,
thinks about a lime phosphate soda
long defunct.
A cloudy memory follows a teenager
toward a newly opened store,
but the new won’t thrive long.
Nothing around here survives
longer than the bygones.
Categories:
tanners, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Eroding names
on long-faced headstones.
Graves marooned
in a patch of the past
while 2019 blares unseeing
around the forgotten lot.
An old-fangled America
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit
of once horse-drawn bones.
A haze of traffic emissions
half-hides the secreted,
the tucked away, the half seen,
yet,
there are whispers on mossy mounds,
mouth-lost echoes
of forked-over farmers,
matrons of dispersed parishes,
tanners still reeking of
raw mule skins
An olden daze leans toward us,
tilts into our future,
slides discreetly sideways 'round
a ‘Wendy's’ car-park.
A biker filling his tank;
beneath his dew rag.
voices sweat into his skin,
he shudders in the warm sunlight,
thinks about a cold soda long defunct.
A cloudy memory follows a teenager,
toward a newly opened store,
but it won’t live long.
Nothing around here survives
longer than the bygones.
Categories:
tanners, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
When it is hot, then I am not
Exactly at my best.
When temps do climb, I know that I'm
Depleted of my zest.
And I will flee humidity
If I can go inside
And pump the air to numbers where
Some coolness can preside.
Let tanners sweat but you can bet
I won't be in the sun
And I've no guilt for I just wilt
Until the heat wave's done.
Categories:
tanners, weather,
Form: Rhyme
You walk along the sandy beach
And you taste the salted air
You step on very tiny shells
As the wind blows through your hair
The ocean splashes on your feet
As your baking in the sun
You see a ship in the horizon
And children having fun
Surfers surfing atop the waves
And swimmers swim and float
Beach balls and sand castles on the shore
And fisherman in their boat
Lifeguards whistling at drifters at sea
And whistles at girls from the boys
Pigeons and seagulls and volleyball players
Creating some of the noise
Umbrellas, blankets, and burning tanners
And musclemen flexing their chests
Swimsuits, short shorts, and girls in bikinis
Showing off some of their breasts
Categories:
tanners, beach, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a long vanished England;
Of well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service, and Children’s Favourites,
Of coppers and tanners, and ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers, and window cleaners.
I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair
During the mass meetings,
The solemnity of my enrolment,
Being helped up a tree by an older boy,
Baloo, or Kim, or someone,
To win my Athletics badge,
Winning my first star, my two year badge,
And my swimming badge
With its frog symbol, the kindness of the older boys.
Categories:
tanners, childhood, england, history, life,
Form: Free verse
My unusual physical appearance
Was enhanced by a striking thinness,
And enormous long-lashed blue eyes.
Less charmingly, I was also the kind of
Deliberately malicious little hooligan
Who'd remove some periodical
From a neighbour's letter-box
And then mutilate it before reposting it.
The sixties' famed social and sexual revolution
Was well under way, and yet for all that,
Seminal Pop groups such as the Searchers
And the Dave Clark Five;
Even the Fab Four themselves,
Were quaintly wholesome figures.
And in comparison to what was to come,
They surely fitted in well
In a long vanished England
Of Norman Wisdom pictures;
And the well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service and World Service,
Of coppers and tanners
And ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers
And window cleaners.
At least that's how I see it,
Looking back at it all
From almost half a century later.
Categories:
tanners, childhood, culture, history, london,
Form: Free verse
beams flood canopy
festival of light parades
translucent beams shroud
warmed faces brimming with smiles
tanners bathe in afterglow
October 14, 2012
Categories:
tanners, nature
Form: Tanka
A British designer of clothing and such
Is showing an outfit a bit out of touch
It’s all made of leather but that’s not my beef
It’s straight from a cow but from far underneath
She wanted some leather but did not want to pay
She heard that the tanners threw nipples away
She gathered up nipples; 3000 in all
And stitched up a gown for the next Cow Town Ball
She fashioned the nipples into genteel rosettes
A floor-length leather gown for the disarming coquette
But the critics all panned it all over the joint
The designer just sighed; said they don’t get the point
The critics replied, that is all that we see
And a dress made of nipples is pointless to me
But the British designer said she’d try another
And this time use more than the tip of the udder
Mdailey 9/6/12
Google Rachel Freire to see her designs.
Categories:
tanners, social,
Form: Rhyme
sea of azure waves descends
golden streams flood through porthole
black birds breach panorama
tanners soak up residue
Categories:
tanners, nature
Form: Verse
Over 300 puddles of Sudbury lakes
once scraped by a glacier in hundreds of shapes.
Now filled with fresh water for everyones taste
like playing or boating wherever they're placed.
Some fish them or ski them in winter or summer.
Ski Doo them; Sea Doo them and bring them in Hummers.
There's swimmers and soakers with masks and with fins
to snorklers and divers with tanks and black skins.
With sunshine for tanners at rest on the shores
to moonlight and coolers; our social outdoors.
So don't ask your friends who they're coming to see.
when Living With Lakes means sharing is free.
Categories:
tanners, nature, passion, places,
Form: Couplet