In the pretty pink sand I sit,
on a tropical island that is sunlit.
The blue water is very calm,
in the distance with a huge black palm.
The clouds are taking a break,
no rain for the weather's sake.
I love there is no time here,
my alarm clock can bring me no fear.
Dreams are taking me far away,
I want to stay for another day.
Poetry Wheel Says......
Theme: Dreams
Emotion: Calm
Color: Black
Season: Tropical
Form: Couplet
Object: Clock
Verb: Break
Insects roam, crawl , fly:
in most tropical countries
Small, tiny, mini, macro -
bite, prick me on skin,
causing itching, irritate
random through out the year.
It's a tropical problem
Habitats are accustomed
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Seasons come and season go
With regularity there's ebb and flow
In tropical climes it's most about how much sunlight passes by
Summers steamy with lots of rain, so called winter time is dry
For six months now we've acclimatised, each morning, temps of twenty three degrees
It's late autumn, morning temp suddenly, seventeen, don a jumper feels like were gonna freeze
So called winter, a few real cold mornings temp is down to five, we're in a fix
We groan a bit, but soon it's warm, temp's now raised to twenty six
Raised in heavy frost wind and sometimes snow
So sensitive now to cold I wont return temp's too often way too low
T’is calm ‘ere the rain
Wind nippy at dusk
Making joints to pain
Teeth, chatter, to task
Birds back to nest
In an envelope, dark
Awaiting the tempest
To make its mark
From afar, small deal
On site, t’is more serious
Brollies and coats for real
The deluge will be furious
Lasts a while ,then abates
Tropical clime at best
The land now procreates
Dust to put, to rest
The rhythm and rhyme
To repeat many a time
I see myself far out of reach
on a south seas tropical island beach
piña colada close at hand
playing drums in Bright Eye Band
who knows where the cash all falls
with bills and rent the money's spent
who knows 'xactly where it went
and I picture me behind the wheel
of a sharp new shiny automobile
radio blasting the top is down
cruising to the hot spots all over town
who knows where the funds all go
it don't take long the money's done
who knows where it's gone
who knows where the money goes
it slips through my fingers away it rolls
there's never enough and my pockets have holes
Bahama beauty
highlights a paradise
of pure tranquil climates
glittering the calm shore
whispering a warm gentle splash
of clear lyrics in blue Bahamian waters
Grey is for thunderstorms
Bulking pregnant with rain drops
Rumbling uncomfortably
Grey is for soapstone
Treacherously slippery
When rain soaks its fragments
Grey is for forest
When teeming downpour
Presses green into background
Grey is for ocean
Heavy and sluggish
Stretched to the horizon
Grey is for warship
Full speed ahead, throbbing,
Crew at their stations
Grey is for torpedo
A white trail behind it
Lifts warship from water
Black is for deep sea
Embracing the sailors
When the light goes away
I gaze at a scene of blues and greens
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
The way the tides roll in and out
Sea creatures swimming all about
The sun hides behind long clouds
Smiling brightly and ever so proud
Citrine sun bathes in baby blue sea -
palms glitz burnt orange heavens
At the September dance
Girls select their playdates
Caribbean weather
Threatens downpours and fires
Children grow impatient
Waiting for winter break
The Saint Lucia flag reflects the tropical sky,
with the colour blue representing fidelity
and the emerald waters
of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea.
Gold represents the prevailing sunshine
and, of course, prosperity.
The triangles, they symbolize mountains,
the Soufriere twin Pitons,
and the people's hope and aspirations.
While there, couldn't help but smile,
for tho' located north of the equator,
with my eyes on an unusual sight
where, low on the horizon, and with clear skies,
I saw the Southern Cross every night.
Tropical storms bring
Devastation, hurt and pain
And harm to others
Tropical Summers, where the fruit is fresh
And sweat drips heavily upon the sand
Heat of the Summer clings tight to the flesh
When bodies lie on the sand getting tan
These days of Summer are dressed in wonder
As I sit cool in the shade of a palm
Where the sea breeze moves fronds, I sit under
Away from the beach, where the view is calm
I'll watch white waves as they come ashore
And count the ships on the horizon's line
I'll watch the gulls fight for scraps found onshore
See clouds to the East, an ominous sign
This is the place I came to retire
To rest beneath palms before I expire
birds of
p a r a d i s e,
lustrous flames
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tangerine
tan /
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sunkissed fruitiness
bursting with tropical notes
summer in a glass
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