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A Much Needed Day At The Beach
Give me sunny beaches The smell of banana boat being smeared Planes towing advertisements Palm trees swaying Heat radiating up to a blue clear sky Crashing waves with white foam lining Give me no work and a day at the beach Until Everyone has the same idea Parking is as close as inland home Juggling and walking is the admission price Beach fleas bite The gulls steal the pre-made sandwiches The fog rolls in adding a unexpected chill Sand in every crevice The book along with the bag are swept away with the tide A dog pees in the water that was just my swimming pool Boredom and the inability to be alone set in The sunscreen, now long gone, didn't completely do it's job Leaving the question and hope, "Don't I have work that needs to be done?" Sent via the Samsung
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Lessons from a Kitten’s Failed Pounce
The ball was red, the floor too slick, A wobbled leap—a yarny trick! But tangled paws can’t hide the glee: "Who cares who wins? Just look at me!" Sitting on the sofa, I watched my nephew’s kitten play with its reflection on the polished tiles. To distract it, I grabbed a red yarn ball from the basket and tossed it gently onto the floor. The kitten squeaked and backed away in fear before cautiously creeping forward, its eyes growing wide and shiny with wonder. I could practically hear its thoughts: Oooh! Shiny! Bouncy! It leaned back, lowering its furry little head, then pounced. But the slippery floor threw off its balance, and instead of catching the ball, it unraveled the yarn. The kitten struggled to free itself, only getting more tangled. Yet, despite the mess, it seemed perfectly content—as if declaring, "Victory is mine! ...Sort of." It reminded me of a baby who stumbles into trouble, tries to fix it, fails, and instead of frustration, embraces the chaos with pure delight. They really can teach us a lot, don’t you think?
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
The Day Lou Earned His Pie
This evening, I accompanied Granny Anny from House 9 on a casual walk. She was feeling cooped up inside, so together we went on an evening stroll, accompanied by her dog, Lou. The evening breeze had a soothing effect on the skin, and we were feeling quite relaxed. Lou, however, was bustling around like a hyperactive puppy. Soon, we ended up in a park. Granny Anny sat on a bench and took out a brown bag. She began sprinkling its contents around, and soon, a few birds gathered. Lou was having fun too—he played with the birds, jumping into their midst and scattering them, scaring them out of their wits. But soon, his target changed, and he began a chase. A squirrel scampered away, Lou hot on its tail. At first, I thought the squirrel was frightened, trying to scurry back to its home in the tree—but I underestimated her. The clever little bugger led Lou straight into a pie sitting on an empty bench. Lou ended up with cream on his nose and crust in his fur, but he didn’t seem mad. Instead, he wagged his tail happily. He licked the pie off the grass while a crowd gathered, cheering. The baker laughed and even gave Lou a new plate of pie. I think Lou deserved the pie. At the park, a dog named Lou, Chased a squirrel, as dogs often do. But the squirrel, quick and sly, Led Lou right into a pie! A baker’s treat, left on a bench, Became Lou’s unexpected stench. With cream on nose and crust in fur, He wagged his tail, as if to purr. The baker laughed, the crowd cheered on, As Lou licked clean the grassy lawn. A pie-faced pup, a day so sunny, Turned a chase into something so funny!
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
Double Trouble (Double Hung Windows)
Clearly, it's the invention. Word, evidently "hang!" ... wrong. Does everything revolve around Mars? Why stranded there, long Until someone finally rescues. Curiosity killed the cat? Standings, "We, That, Ours, Mine, Yours." Right here, untangling cords. Let's return Back to words, or Mars or the casement. Yes! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
I Don't Wanna Be Nice. Content Warning.
Introduction Armed with "Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt", I have stolen lines from the poems of John Cooper Clarke to weave this masterpiece. The platform has made it clear that I cannot write poetry (in their misinformed opinion), so I am taking the words of a real, recognised poet, The Bard Of Salford.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
