The Heat Between Us
It is not too long ago
That we were swimming
And diving deep in a heated pool
Of passion; a reminder of a first day of school,
Where all the marbles fell into place: the ego,
The joy and the happiness
Of two hearts sharing
And loving each other;
Two eggs enjoying
The warmth of a nest;
Away from a cool April's shower,
Under a large thatch.
Time came and swiftly snatched
Far away from us, the hot flavor
That once ignited the combustion motor
Of our inner feelings.
For Heaven's sake,
The pool is now a wondrous lake;
Let's go back and let the stings
Of the past rekindle the old memories,
So we can enjoy again the cherries,
The strawberries and the kisses,
The fruity wines and the tropical dishes.
The heat between us will not fade away
Again; even when
The hibernal winds return another day.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Activities Day with Kim
List of activities for me and Kim to do,
We have it planned out with and sealed with glue.
I sleep at Kim's house and then we ride bikes,
riding down to McDonald's which we like,
to eat our scrambled eggs and toast with butter,
we are off to the tennis courts to run a flutter.
Then we go swimming at the high school,
we swim around in a large swimming pool.
Reading at library is our next place,
we read away before we our off to skate.
Yes, we go ice skating in the rink of ice,
Kim skates the best she takes lessons more than twice,
twice a week, now we are off again to a pond that's nice,
To capture butterflies, not little mice.
Then back to the mall to have an ice-cream cone
We are hot we need to cool our bones.
Then to a movie we try to fit that activity in,
It is fun I have to admit.
of course there's supper at McDonalds again.
That is my Activity's Day with my best friend Kim.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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There Is A Swimming Pool In A Small Town (Orléans Rondel Prime)
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where some bikini clad girls draw the eye,
with skin tanned to mahogany brown,
where from a diving board people dive down,
where time gets wings and quickly rushes by.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where a myriad of beautiful girls daily lie,
where the garden is somewhat overgrown
and children buy sweets, chips and pie,
while teens frolic until the sun does die.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Penmaen Pool
For the Visitors’ Book at the Inn
Who long for rest, who look for pleasure
Away from counter, court, or school
O where live well your lease of leisure
But here at, here at Penmaen Pool?
You’ll dare the Alp? you’ll dart the skiff?—
Each sport has here its tackle and tool:
Come, plant the staff by Cadair cliff;
Come, swing the sculls on Penmaen Pool.
What’s yonder?—Grizzled Dyphwys dim:
The triple-hummocked Giant’s stool,
Hoar messmate, hobs and nobs with him
To halve the bowl of Penmaen Pool.
And all the landscape under survey,
At tranquil turns, by nature’s rule,
Rides repeated topsyturvy
In frank, in fairy Penmaen Pool.
And Charles’s Wain, the wondrous seven,
And sheep-flock clouds like worlds of wool,
For all they shine so, high in heaven,
Shew brighter shaken in Penmaen Pool.
The Mawddach, how she trips! though throttled
If floodtide teeming thrills her full,
And mazy sands all water-wattled
Waylay her at ebb, past Penmaen Pool.
But what’s to see in stormy weather,
When grey showers gather and gusts are cool?—
Why, raindrop-roundels looped together
That lace the face of Penmaen Pool.
Then even in weariest wintry hour
Of New Year’s month or surly Yule
Furred snows, charged tuft above tuft, tower
From darksome darksome Penmaen Pool.
And ever, if bound here hardest home,
You’ve parlour-pastime left and (who’ll
Not honour it?) ale like goldy foam
That frocks an oar in Penmaen Pool.
Then come who pine for peace or pleasure
Away from counter, court, or school,
Spend here your measure of time and treasure
And taste the treats of Penmaen Pool.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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London Pool
London Pool's in London town,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's in London town,
Where the great ships anchor down!
O to shake the canvas free,
Hear the cordage cheerily
Whistling to the open sea
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Crafts and crews of every race!
O to hear the clanking chain
Trail along the wharf again, -
Hear the tautening ropes astrain
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Toil by day and glare by night!
O to shake our heels and go, -
Feel the four free winds ablow,
Hail the lights of long ago
Down from London Pool, O!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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I Am Going For A Swimm
I am going for
Swimm in God's
Swimming pool
And at the same time
I feel that I am being blessed by God
While I am swimming in his swimming pool
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Elderly Women Behind The Counter In A Small Town
i seem to recognize your face
haunting, familiar, yet i can't seem to place it
cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
lifetimes are catching up with me
all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place
but no one's ever taken me
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
i swear i recognize your breath
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldn't recall, for i'm not my former
it's hard when, you're stuck upon the shelf
i changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
perhaps that's what no one wants to see
i just want to scream...hello...
my god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
but now here you are, and here i am
hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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She Walks Outside Away
Old,
old man walks up to a little\large girl, lolly pops.
Inside,
she walks inside
after the grandpa pa 'said' sympathetic attention,
natural spurts her growth.
Attention is paid to the mask and
grandpa pa, must ask.
Grand-daughter 'dear' it is hardly a mask.
Seen by 'I' many are 'cut's' and deep smiles and
the moon is pale and full, hardly alone, come here.
But Grandpa pa it is only one swimming pool
high are the sides, no one can see, inside.
With my 'trusting' friends from school.
A small swimming pool, why a worry my mask?
Thinking 'she'
who the old imbecile and must he think it is.
Fresh, clean and full and
with the articles of they attention to my, around it;
They a swimming pool my attention obtained.
I observes them swim near it, curiously they holds it
like it swims under the water they hold it by the thighs.
Above its eyes of rising its legs are widespread
with far its bathing suit can stretch aside her skin of Y
which fingers
of rising movement on side, 'oh' dear O 'dear'
which one so many inside.
I am her grandpa pa\daughter see which one is he'
to make Y her legs are distant and they goes up on
the surface except her\them/him legs it strikes with
them\her/him, behind him/her\them and strikes
deep blows with him/her below it in she'
of Such young people thus to know this, they look
by the mask they don't stay, off To long inside,
fifteen minutes or about thus enough of time of her/them
to amuse and glance fixes at it,
of lower part, one looks inside, she laughs, I am angry.
I am to old for this and
what can I do, she will hate me.I can no longer control her.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Swimming Pool
The crystal water looked marvelously blue,
shining like a glowworm in the infectious moonlight,
filled in a hexagon tank lined with pure sandstone,
with,
stainless metal slides converging down from amazing
heights,
long strips of diving board for a headlong plunge,
crisscrossed threads of netlon bifurcating it into
equal halves,
large injections of disinfectant added at fixed
intervals of time,
cozy changing rooms stacked with luxury towel,
mega perfume canisters for swimming in ecstasy,
inflated circular rings of rubber for wading through
the deep,
an ambience of pine tree and sprawling lawn proved
more than conducive,
the swimming pool was a treat to the eye in blistering
heat of the summer
month.
i couldn't resist any further,
waves of exhilaration dismantled sensible imagery,
as i clambered short rungs of the steep ladder,
gave a shrill scream, relishing thoroughly the icy
waters,
after plummeting 50 feet down from,
the ergonomically sculptured diving board.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Love Is Like A Candle
Sometimes a candle flickers
as if it is going out.
The light will dim a bit,
but with some loving care,
the flame will rekindle there.
Love is like a candle,
sometimes its light might fade.
It just needs a little something
to rekindle the flame
of passion again.
7 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Summer Vacation
It's sumertime,
School vacation has begun,
Time for children to play,
And have fun in the sun.
Now the children
Are out of school,
There are trees to climb,
Swimming in the pool.
Time to spend
With special friends.
Seems they're on the go
Until the days end.
But when summer vacation
Is finally through,
It's time to hit the books
And return to school.
poem by Christine L.Brown
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She Likes It Big & Loooong
she asked me
was it big:
(being the man that I am)
i said it was.
she asked me
was it long:
i said looong enough,
to satisfy her
plus two of her girl friends.
and if… she had any doubts
about it,
that she was welcome to
come to my house,
to see how large
it really was.
when she came over,
i dived right in it.
both of us
was totally satisfied-
back strokin’,
swimming in my
newly built…
swimming pool.
poem by Ronald Stroman
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Heaven – Crocodile Haven
Diving into the swimming pool
feeling as if
the back of my head
is cut away with a scalpel
intense cold like an electric fire
burning my face and my feet
the invigorating feel is wonderful
swimming to and fro
shiny diamond and crystal drops
spraying in the brilliant sun
this is heaven – crocodile haven
when I get out
I’m too frozen to walk about
soak in a warm bath for an hour
crocodilean paradise - this is what
crocodiles are born for!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Saturday (Love Poem)
Reflections of Saturday night by the pool bar
Fans cannot cool the Christmas sticky heat
South Pacific beers in Port Moresby cool
Raskols in the streets and Indian in the Palazzo
Friendly staffs serve apartheid ex-patriots
Sunday diving in the deep blue sea
America is almost always yesterday
Europe is night and sometimes day
Home seems very far away today.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Alzuna
The forest of Alzuna hides a pool.
Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers.
High on that tree, a bough most beautiful
Bends with the fragrant burden of its flowers.
Among those flowers a nest is buried deep.
Warm in that nest, there lies a freckled shell.
Packed in that shell, a bird is fast asleep.
This is the incantation and the spell.
For, when the north wind blows, the bird will cry,
“Warm in my freckled shell, I lie asleep.
The freckled shell is in the nest on high.
The nest among the flowers is buried deep.
The flowers are on a bough most beautiful.
The bough is on a tree no axe can fell.
The sky is at its feet in yonder pool.
This is the incantation and the spell!”
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Fuse, Suffuse!
The muse of emotion!
Sufficiency;
The spices of care,
Sophiscated!
The passion of a vision,
Play, display!
The ingredients of unity,
Wet and soft;
The aroma of peace,
Lift, gift!
The romance of love,
Sodden!
Sitting beside the swimming pool;
Extremely wet! !
Waiting for you,
Clift, lift!
Like apples for me and pineapples for you;
Played, displayed!
At the swimming pool,
Curious!
Like the muse of Inspector Louis;
Felicity, fidelity!
All day long;
To you and,
For you!
Like a transit visa,
As time goes by;
Fuse, suffuse!
Febrile;
But, she needs love and she wants something from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Blue Tit's Nest
Some childhood memories with us seem to linger
And I recall when I was nine or so
Of seeing blue tit fly from hole in standing tree stump
One April day more than forty years ago.
I stood on tip toes and tried to look inside the tree stump
But all seemed dark in there I needed light
I hurried back home for to fetch a flash lamp
And what I saw a memorable sight.
A little nest of moss and hay and lined with feathers
And nine pale eggs with freckles brown to red
Laid by the little bird with yellow unders
Blue wings and tail and tiny blue cap on head.
I marvelled at this wondrous sight of Nature
How one small bird so many eggs could lay
The memory all those years has remained with me
And I still can picture what I see today.
I still can picture forty five years later
Nine speckled eggs in nest of moss and hay
Some things from childhood always remain with us
And from the memory never fade away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Pool and The Nightclub
in here we cannot hear.
the swirl, the swash of decibels resound
like the thumping, waving pounds
like the pulsating dives and splash of noises at the pool
where childhood thoughts were on
the simple joys of a hot summer’s day.
we find a little corner for ourselves
where we can gather to shout
and strain –
to hear – the louder ones
exerting control; and days of picnics
by the blue pool return, return.
the dance floor wears us out
as we flop, hop, dropp in waves
but return to our corner
wiping sweat from our brows
for drinks and a break;
searching for something in the flashing dark.
how we used be breathless lying
on the grass, dripping shiny
pale skin just out of the pool
much like the nightclub of
sticky shirts, glazed foreheads; sitting
for a break before going excitedly again.
childhood days by a deep pool
in the sun forever has us swimming
as the dark night-club’s lights flash
before us like a sign, last bus out of town.
June 16th 2006
poem by Seán O Muiríosa
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At the blue pool
Just past Mayville
is the place,
where we find coolness.
The pool lies square
like the place in Bethesda,
that brings comfort and healing
and there are children
diving in jolly and jumping in splashing.
The sun is white hot
in the heaven
and there are big green trees,
which at places
gives dark cool shades.
I look at the water lying
open, cold and sparkling blue
stretched out,
almost like a small lake
or the wave less sea
of Galilee
and when you dive in an arch
and the water folds
tender round you.
I go in more sensible
to keep water out of my ears
and there are men making bombs,
children baptising each other
and some clinging to their parents,
girls falling in love,
women floating
in the arms of their husbands
and you are circling that like an acrobat,
scouting the blue.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Story of a Kiss
This is the story of a kiss
Sometimes heated with passion
Leaving lovers hot and wanting more
At times gentle and sweet
Full of feeling and unspoken words
Playful kisses between friend
Romantic kisses for lovers
Loving kisses from mothers
Awkward kisses too
A kiss in spring, when new love blooms
Summer time kisses, a time for play
Autumn kisses, as the leaves fall around us
Heated kisses in winter, among a snowflake blizzard
Cloudy day kiss, as the rain comes pouring down
Forbidden kiss, dark and full of passion
Vampire kiss, biting and sensational
Give me a secret kiss, just one between you and me
Kiss me at midnight on New Year's Eve
And under the mistletoe at Christmas
Under a starry sky, with no one watching but the moon
A slip of the tongue would do no harm
For a different kind of kiss
So many types of kisses that I wish to try
And I wish to try them all with you
Just please, don't kiss and tell
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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