LPiA-25 Nov. 16

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 16
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by the Beach 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[brynmawr1]

I sit on the Delaware shore
my toes digging the sand.  Above,

an osprey soars on speckled wing.
Tucked, it plunges with fierce precision                     

piercing the shimmering blue;
emerging with a meal of silver

gleaming, tight in his talon. 
The raptor flies on beyond

the shriek and holler
of tanned children, playing

till they’ve had their fill,
nourished by every wave.

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I admit, edited, but recycled.

[CRNDLSM]

A much needed trip to the beach
Escaping the people who preach
She's on a blanket, I wanna spank it
Sunning that scrumptious peach

Sunning that scrumptious peach
Thinking of things she could teach
Lotioning oil letting me boil
Relaxing in reach,  no need for speech

Relaxing in reach,  no need for speech
Desire takes the form of a leech
My tongue is in trouble seeing the bubbles
For a big mouth bite of each

For a big mouth bite of each
On my knees as if to beseech
Teeth sinking in, id do this again
A much needed trip to the beach

A much-needed trip to the beach
Sunning that scrumptious peach
Relaxing in reach,  no need for speech
But a big mouth bite of each


She laughed and called me a freak
Splashing sand at me kinda weak
I said her bum is making me dumb
She Then laughed and called me a geek

She Then laughed and called me a geek
So I pinched her and gave a tweak
The waves in her smile stretched on for miles 
No need to speak playing it meek

No need to speak playing it meek
Positioned so I could peek
Im just a guy, hands on her thigh
Planting a kiss on each cheek

Planting a kiss on each cheek
I poked her with my beak
Swatting her hand splashing more sand
She laughed and called me a freak

She laughed and called me a freak
Then laughed and called me a geek
No need to speak playing it meek
Planting a kiss on each cheek

[sun_sparks]

Waves

Boats cluster on horizon with light rigs
ablaze—
scuttled shrimps netted from deep sea floor.

Sparks in the distance glow under the dunes,
red blaze
flushes faces, crisps mallows on sticks.

Sloshing sea clacks the shells and stones, dancing
star rays
tap-tumble on resculpting shore.

I listen, then breathe, watch life lights shimmer,
split gaze,
pulse slows, joy grows, in warm salt sprays.

[Mostly Holy]

"Three Limericks About the Seaside"

A child on the beach, what a dear,
Said, “Mummy, let me bury you here!”
He buried her deep,
She started to weep,
Then drowned when the sea drew back near.

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A swimmer who wandered too far
Felt a sting like the burn of a star.
He thrashed in the foam,
Too panicked to roam,
And sank while the jelly said "Ha!"

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A couple who paddled with ease
Let their boat go slack in the breeze.
They bobbed in the deep,
In careless, calm sleep,
Till a tanker erased all their pleas.

[Bunx]

Sea Me

For as many traits shared 
with my brother, the love
of the ocean ranks low.

Ocean lore,  beach fires,
fresh fruit, and cocktails.
Not to forget a lack of dress code.

I feel absurd for not loving 
more of the shore. In my youth
jumping into waves was a philosophy.

Blue memories of 
lakes surrounded by snow after
an early spring hike with old friends.

That was all life's tragidies ago.
When brightness was an expectation.
Before circumstances sourced frustration.

With the sea waiting for me, I wonder.
Will I feel different this time?