"sunblock" poems
i don't watch home movies
hate them
reason being because
when i was young
i was looking for a movie
my mother
had recorded for me
and accidentally
put one in the vcr
that i'm not sure
i was supposed to see
i know the obvious response
*"uh oh, ****
sorry to disappoint
they were only marked with dates
1991
on live television
montel williams asks my father
*"how can you just throw
your child away like a piece of trash?"*
1994
i spend so much time
in the emergency room
that my parents stop
penciling in growth marks
on the frame
of my bedroom door
i always thought
it was because they believed
i would never grow out
of this sickness
sometimes i believe
the reason that they
never bought me a dream catcher
was because they never thought
i'd live long enough
to see them come true
1996
i am eliminated
from a spelling bee
because i didn't know
the 'dad' is silent in 'family'
2013
before i got into poetry
i used to do standup
none of my jokes were funny
one of the other comics
tells me my skits are dry
sometimes sad
he says *"why don't you joke
about something like your family?"*
so i say
*"i never wore any sunblock
because i didn't want anything
to keep me from my father"*
i say *"what do you call christmas
without lights or heat?"*
before he has a chance
to answer
i say *"1997. better yet
why don't you
make like a dad and
leave"*
2014
every time we drive
past the hospital
my mother reminds me
how much it cost to save my life
like she'd rather
have her money back
she doesn't have to say
that sometimes she wishes
it was me who had died
instead of my brother
i can hear it in the way
she says "love you"
sometimes i imagine
that if i were to die
that she
would pick out a casket for a child
because she never loved
the person i became
yesterday i told my father
how close i'd been
to suicide lately
and he said
*"that's my boy,
livin on the edge.."*
and i can't remember
if i laughed
or cried
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
The divine walkway
To the river-side
Has began to warp in
Singing and whooping with love,
But I was in the palace
To witness the examination,
See how the evening sky
Has suffered with crimson
And delight, awaiting
The gorgeous joy of the dawn,
How can the nations
Begin this monthly journey
With a broken arm?
The old gossip proclaimed that
Mother Africa caused the
*** to burst into loud wails
Early on that faithful morning,
Whiles the companions took
No pain to grace the occasion,
Oh gosh, is that the time?
Is that an absolute
Gospel of the gory spectacle?
Indeed, we need to offer
Sacrifices of praise
To propitiate the gods,
Let the gracious protocol begin!
Mothers, please cover
That beautiful black skin
With that sunblock sheabutter cream,
And cover that gracious hips
With that piece of kente cloth,
My dear, please
Taste the sacred food
And swallow the egg also,
For sitting on a golden stool
Which stands on a precious mat,
Has become good news for the ancestors,
Now perceive this,
When the moonlight slipped
Past the curled edges
Of the shades of nature, and
The children faces gleamed,
I knew I had
Fallen victim to the sensual
Lures and snares of the
Twin towers protruding
From your glorious chest,
You have indeed kindled
The eternal flame within me,
My black eternal beauty,
You are truly
A fine African woman.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
Go grab your wetsuit
your sunblock and wax
go get a clean towel
put them all in your pack
I'll watch as the sun beams from your face
and feel the breeze stirred by your running flip-flopped feet
I'll laugh as you shout "YES" and fistpump the air
This is us.
Our thing.
We.
Surfs up li'l dude!
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
You wore extra sunblock because you admired the girls in magazines
That had skin like porcelain free of any blemish or distinguishable mark
When freckles began to spread across your skin you would cry to yourself
Because you felt farther away from your idea of beauty than ever before
When you started wearing makeup to cover them up it broke my heart
Because your freckles were the first thing that I fell in love with
The way they scattered across your face like stars in the night sky
It made me feel like I was looking at something rare and extraordinary
When you said I was too good for you I thought it was just a lame excuse
I assumed you never really loved me to begin with so I decided to give up
I really wish I hadn't been too upset to look you in the eyes that day
Because if I had I would have seen the sadness and heartbreak in them
And I would have known that you really believed all of the things you said
I never forgot the girl with the freckles and a part of me never stopped loving her
Once you love somebody I think a part of you holds on forever
I wish I could tell her that every time I look at the stars I see her face
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
A sudden splash of misty whiteness
Where sterile outlines fill
With skin pink water colors,
Then the rainbows separate into distinct arcs,
Blending again at my supplication.
Shushed whispers turn my head.
I listened for whistles, songs, familiar voices;
Pleased to praise when requested, when warranted,
Advise when asked, offer silence when needed.
I felt skin on my skin,
Sunblock and creams,
Long before your hand in mine.
I have offered my hands too,
Palm to Palm.
Your scent is forever,
And can't be covered with perfumes or incense.
At the most unusual times, it hits me.
I'll turn in a line, or somewhere,
Expecting you right there.
I enter a room knowing you're near,
Here, within.
Part of my life I live in vain memory.
It's bitter sweet, this journey,
And we are the salt of the earth, our earth.
From deprivation to overload.
And I sense, with sound insight,
We can still get it right.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
Grains of sand fall through the cracks.
Gritty & hot between your toes.
Squishy & mushy in the salty water.
Waves crash forward one after another.
During the winter & the summer.
The rocks near the shore have seagulls.
They are waiting for the fish.
Their silent daily wish.
At the beach it was just us two.
I couldn't are anyone else there I knew.
The color of the water was green & blue.
The ghost voice speaks, but can it see?
La Jolla Cliffs is haunted.
On video tape in 2008 I recorded it's voice that taunted.
Then it said ' Ha ha, I found you".
Spooky right? It wasn't like Casper saying "boo".
It said " Ariel come closer".
It's like it chose her.
Seashells wash up on the shore.
Like little presents from the sea floor.
The relentless sun bakes your flesh.
Sunblock or sunscreen works the best.
Feeling thirsty to drink some ice water.
Under the shade from the trees just me & my daughter.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Stay happy.
Stay safe.
Sometimes go shopping.
Sometimes it's okay to change something that is the same.
Always take your trash out daily.
Always use toothpaste & deodarant.
Always bathe & shower daily.
Always wear sunblock when near large areas of water like beaches, pools, rivers, lakes, or oceans.
Always stop at a red light or a stop sign.
Always pay your car insurance & phone bill on time
Always do your dishes daily & your laundry weekly.
Always be calm & polite.
Always wash your car every 2 weeks.
Don't trust any strangers.
Don't answer the phone without caller id.
Don't pick up hitch hikers.
Don't take rides from strangers.
Don't gamble.
Don't get drunk.
Don't breathe second hand smoke.
Never smoke around children.
Never shoplift for nothing or no one.
Never let anyone watch your children.
Never let anyone borrow money or your car.
Never call in sick to work.
Never request a day off from your job.
Never be late for your shift.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
My umbrellas always dressed for the occasion,
feels adorned being gripped around my thick palms,
Ironic you block out the pours for me,
when you're the one getting rained on,
You walk in contradictions..
The sun looks distraught,
therapy wont cool out its raised temper,
You say you'll block out the rays for me,
but your skins peeling from being my sunblock,
What are you blocking if you're getting hit too?
Can you at least grow the tenacity to protect yourself
while you shelter me,
Yes, I remained covered under hot colors,
but suffer watching you sacrifice,
You are such a paradox,
bruised and beaten
with sounds of your breathing running out clocks,
I just wanted us both to be safe,
Through mixed skies, I took you for granted
Now you look old and fragile,
grappling with the forecasts
while my grips felt like strangles,
Not much life in you anymore
and those weather losses turn to mourns,
mopes drip like the tears from eyes of storms
I HANDLED you wrong,
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Never leave me in a place you can find
Hang up your curtains to shield me from the sun
I am your darkest secret
You better keep me in a place you can’t find
Never find me bleached from the sun
I am your darkest secret
Don’t let me rest in your head
Bury me in the ground instead
I am your darkest secret
Don’t let me ever be found
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
one day the sky will burn
to invest your money wisely
choose sunblock.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
for many years they've come to schwenksville
crowding the streets to camp on the hill.
life is brought to the Old Pool farmfields;
pitch the tents and shrug off the suit shields.
they've come to sing these grasslands alive
guarding traditions that will survive
with guitars, violins, flutes and song.
while the beat dances to the crowd strong.
for many years city people leave
their orderly days to hear minstrels weave
tales of love and loss set to music
with strummings old, new, and exotic.
over the bridge that arcs a small creek
to the concert area and seek
a good spot for a blanket hoedown;
they come from uptown, downtown, hometown.
dress is casual, sunblock crucial;
campsites range from fancy to frugal.
hand claps, toe taps, knee slaps to the beat;
musicians drum, hum, strum in the heat.
for many years the keepers of song
have come to schwenksville to play along.
with stories in their mouths and a spark
in their hearts, that burns into the dark.
in the years ahead this tradition
will survive, that will be their mission.
simple melodies and rhythms play,
the spirit of folksong will not stray.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
My thoughts race and race throughout my day.
I can never muster up my words I wish to say.
Though I felt fine, I can't help but long for what remains mine.
I'm on the run from the sun.
Her rays left burns as she called me a son of a gun.
Winter is around the corner and maybe she'll let me be.
It never crossed my mind that we weren't meant to be.
The beautiful sun and the little shining moon.
I hope to see your rays soon.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Sunsets of a thousand colors,
jumping into crystal blue waters,
yeah, school's out for summer.
At first, it’s a shock - ignoring the clock,
we’re like prisoners set free
- for a two-month party
- and no responsibilities
Ditch the books ******* - you’re my tribe
- summer’s our vibe - it’s time to slip-n-slide.
Barbeque, corn on the cob, juicy peaches,
lemonade, popsicles, hot sandy beaches,
thunderstorms, short shorts, cotton candy clouds,
let's get a little too silly and a little too loud.
Coleslaw, hotdogs, sharing French fries
Charles smokin' ribs, burgers piled high,
lounging by the pool, with friends dropping by.
Sunglasses, flip-flops, midnight walks, crop tops,
sunrise mornings, throwing frisbees in the park
Playlist DJ’n, the bare feet are tappin', we’re TikTok dancin’,
and, truth or dare, I’m seeing a couple of new romances.
Ferris wheel spinnin', funnel-cake eatin’, roller coaster screamin’,
the kettle-corn’s poppin’ for rom-com streamin’ and reality-TVing.
My mom asked, “Why are you girls all sleeping in one room?”
The answer? “Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime snooze”
Why doesn’t someone make a sunblock perfume?
Umbrellas, watermelons, 3am dips, Taco Bell trips
and roasting marshmallows on the poolside fire-pit
Beach towels spread like butterfly wings,
hey, our tans are starting to match our bikinis!
Come on, relax, have an ice-cold martini.
We’re not doin’ nothin' - we’re makin’ memories!
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 1:28 PM UTC
*She told me she loves
days of green
when soft rain falls.
yet she always
seeks shelter
when it rains.
She told me she loves
the hot hazy days of summer
when cloudless sky
and relentless sun
bake the earth
yet she covers herself
with sunblock
and sits below a shady tree
when its sunny.
She told me she loves
the feel of the wind
as it wails in the night.
yey she closes the windows
and shutters when it is windy.
That is why
I am terrified of her
for today
she told me
she loves me.*
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I
I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds
II
And darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun
III
But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
the suns dance around
in their orbits
picking and choosing what will revolve around them
all in their tribal costumes
nothing matches
no unified purpose
no one remembers the first dawn
curled lips and fiery gazes
their chaos absorbs through the skin of so many
but i am wearing sunblock
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
If you enjoy the sun, then go outside, have fun.
Just remember that each time you go outside, wear sunblock every time
Or else you'll get burned.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
...and darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
here we all have given up on the weather forecast
wearing raincoats, hats, and wellington boots
and wasted money on sunblock cream
all par for the course this year.
The nights are getting darker and longer
fifteen minuets either end each day
which we are used to, kind of,
with autumn just around the corner
and winter hiding in her hair, this summer
this summer never really had a chance.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
*She told me she loves
days of green
when soft rain falls.
yet she always
seeks shelter
when it rains.
She told me she loves
the hot hazy days of summer
when cloudless sky
and relentless sun
bake the earth
yet she covers herself
with sunblock
and sits below a shady tree
when its sunny.
She told me she loves
the feel of the wind
as it wails in the night.
yey she closes the windows
and shutters when it is windy.
That is why
I am terrified of her
for today
she told me
she loves me.*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
This shimmering body of water and I
are separated only
by a thin layer of sunblock,
a pair of shades
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
Moments move as slowly
as the low breeze nudging the sail
I know not the year
or state I’m in out here
I know only
that I am the water
and the water is me
To Do Lists of life on land
cannot find me
sheltered here
by waves
Cradled here by currents
older than any human care
I am free as I float
Agendas, ambitions, anxieties—all inferior
On this sailboat
On sacred Lake Superior
© 2025 SincerelyJoanWrites. All rights reserved.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
(In which good fellowship between Russians and Americans is probably not advanced)
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Where is my sunblock? Where!
Over by the sodas – there!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
It won’t start, Dad – %^&*!
Where is my +*^% phone? Where!
There by your fishing hat - There!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Watch those tree stumps! Where?
&%#*ing tree stumps! *@#$!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Drift to that cove, now – there!
Cut the engine, now – shhhh!
Where are them fish, then - $#@%!
They ain’t here, Dad – *&^%!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – &#%&!
*(Chorus fades as the sun sets over Tovarisch Bubba’s Bait, Beer, ‘n’ Borscht)
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC