"loungers" poems
Beautiful, breath taking views
Of vast volcanoes and bright blue seas
Scorching sun and high temperatures
Palm trees swaying in a soft breeze.
Through landscapes layered with black lava
White washed walls wind their way
Around gardens full of fantastic flora
Where lizards and geckos love to play.
Ships sail by beyond the breakers,
Planes pass over as they come in to land,
Promenades packed with holidaymakers
By beaches of beautiful golden sand.
Sun loungers and swimming pools
Hours of rest and relaxation
Siestas while the hot sun cools
Poolside bars for cool libations.
Spectacular sunsets in surrounding skies
Each day ending in such serene splendour
Reds pinks, blues, greys and turquoise;
Colours any artist would be challenged to render.
Pubs clubs and restaurants of such variety
activities that appeal to everyone
Local residents renowned for their hospitality
Make Matagorda a paradise second to none.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Mid October takes its end of season's leap
into the solitude of post-tourism autumn.
The landscape shows its truer face to celebrate
the reassembly of local solidarity.
Tat and trim tucked into hibernation,
chalkboards erased,
scant takings totaled,
inflatables deflated.
Unsold crafts packed between pages of yesterday's
'Correio de Manha'
Shocked freezers stand open-mouthed
their diet of ice dwindled to a thin trickle.
Sunshades collapse in deep south style,
redundant loungers relax supine.
Kids slope back to school -
a mule-train of shoe-scrapers packed to the hilt
dawdles through warming scents of
post-salad indulgence,
sweet with the street-aroma of 'feijoada',
garlic, and aromatic oregano
pot-grown in a back plot, littered with
discarded placards and tired bikes.
Past men leaning doors, unsure of new routines,
idle hands and minds with new time to fill
mostly in cold bars for warm camaraderie.
Women pick fitfully at quiet-season's crochet
squatting to gossip under a white wash
slung and pegged, stick-sure
against thin bleached facades.
Under Planes, old comrades congregate
shuffling at a make-shift table,
tired eyes set on cards,
playing for cents under a limited sky
once defined by Salazar.
Car parks thin.
Beneath the russet canopies street-sweepers
scorn a reckless wind, where still sun-crisp leaves
gather in gutters, thirstily anticipating
the first deluge under autumn's gathering clouds.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2011
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
Surprisingly the dusted air
does not bring a gritty mouth?
It seeps sandy, into the recesses of skyscrapers,
gives bright blue pools a poxy composure.
Its probably why the buildings aren't white
but not why my teeth aren't
It's accompanied by muted roars,
a cacophony of humanity in the near and far.
Indians eating Ethiopian,
Pakistanis driving Chinese cars,
Arabs shopping at Bloomingdales,
Filipinos Filipinoing.
A city that embodies the glittering gold
of empty flats and abandoned offices,
the cushion covered loungers
and the overwhelming urge to jump
from the 26th floor balcony.
A squinted eye admires the Burjes.
A shielded glance is spared for the Mosques.
Their brilliance is solar, my sunglasses game is weak
and my neck is starting to get sore.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Same souls are an
_ island______
Eternal lamour
Perfect glamor
Flying
Transparency
Quiet breeze
Fragrance
Deep
Vichy dress
Glitter shoes
Cat eye sunglasses
Pearls ears
Coast Chekbones
Hills on her lips
Holographic lady
views
*** laude
Seductive Highness
Navy blue
Hair waves
Elegant hands
Embroidery sigh
Mozzarella lover
Prince vibrations
Coast lips
Views
*** laude
Coastal environment
Sun loungers in the sand
Outside peopleland
small views
Fortuna collapses
*** laude views
The refuge of the mermaids
Corners illuminated
Turquoise blue water
Gauze Water
We are _______ Caprisland ______
- Codelandandmore // 17:00 PM ©
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Benefit spongers and loafers and loungers all rolled into one and labelled as scroungers
but
I see MP's on junkets and freebies all paid for and by
you and I.
Who's robbing who,
who's robbing you
who's robbing me?
ask your
MP.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
No passport, no sunscreen
No travel plug or euros
No flipflops no shorts, just pockets of ammo
No loungers for Germans to throw there towels on
Just constant explosions and lead from their guns
One minute standing, next second gone..
This is what father spoke of the Somme
We came in our thousands and no package trip
We fell face first the moment we hit
Get off the beach the voices screamed!
Running head on into bullets and bombs
Bodies laid strewn dead on the wire.
Now I return, will be my last time
You just see sand and a holiday town
I see the ghosts of the friends I once knew
Their faces are clear the screams are as well
Remember them please, I beg don't forget
For they gave their all to stand here today.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
Nassau
Warm smiles under rusted hulls,
mailboats smoking,
lobster red cruise ship tourists,
back to the islands they go
Highborn Cay
White cloth walled gazebos,
bikinis and tan.
Loungers on pearl beaches,
lovers, the sea and sand
Compass Cay
A pirates place.
Rustic docks in crystal blue.
A meeting place, restless souls
Pathways and secrets on a tropical island.
Oh, frolicking sharks? In cuddle piles.
Staniel Cay
Rural and lovely,
Pink and blue shops, take your pick.
Haggling fishermen in front of a quaint little pub.
far from home, further from troubles.
Locals tell me god blesses me a lot.
The church has the best plot of land.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Skies of bright blue
Seas of Emerald Green
All the colours of the rainbow in between
Blue and White upon their flag
Bright purple flowers on sandstone coloured walls
The sands are white and dark in places
The fields are green and brown in traces
The sun shines gold on the streets
The music plays a very light beat
People lounging on the sands
Goats free to run around
Markets in the mountains selling products homemade
Monastries look as though their falling down, needing to be saved
Cash is the currency, please don't offer card
Locals don't trust banks as to remove their cash can be very hard
Harbour renting boats out to Shipwreck Cove for the day
Put on your Captains Hat it's yours for the day
Or let someone else take you, let them take the strain
As you sit and sail basking in the sunshine admiring the blue caves
When you return to Port use the sun loungers, snorkel in the bay, the perfect end to another perfect day
Bars and restaurants and pubs all in a strip
Offering traditional food and drink, some offer Greek Music and Dancing with Fire
Some offer Sports on TV's at the bar
You can guarantee you won't need the car, 10 minutes walk from your Hotel and you will see a plethora of choice to satisfy your belly, whilst singing karaoke or watching the Tele
Whatever your choices, the Greek's love to welcome you and see you happy
So have fun drink lots, eat lots and be merry
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC