TICKLE MY TOES

 

 

 

TICKLE MY TOES

 

They tickle my toes.

They line up in rows.

Oh! What can they be?

A starfish or three?

The water has a pink shine.

Too many colors to rhyme.

Red for my long, long hair.

Orange fish who swim near.

Yellow for the rays of the sun.

Blue for the water that’s so fun.

I can stay here the whole day.

The seagulls have come to play.

The birds circle around me.

Yes! It’s the best place to be.

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THE NIGHT

RISING FROM THE DEEP

 

 

From under the sea

they have come for me.

 

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.

 

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

 

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

 

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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MY PERFECT FANTASY

MY PERFECT FANTASY
I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my...

 

MY PERFECT FANTASY

I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
A demon rises from the ocean.
Clothing drips from its fingers.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever-present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons.
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later.

 

RED HOT

 

 

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it, blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME

Rise up through the air.
Lift your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.

Let the water flow.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself in the air.
Dance for me.

Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.

I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

 

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.