Poems – In A Tropical Mood

Nestled In The Tropics

Nestled in the tropics,

a little borrowed piece of sand,

a place full of endless margaritas,

listening to a calypso band.

A warm breeze off the ocean,

quickly drying the sweat upon my head,

mixing with the friendly locals,

talking to a woman dressed in red.

A familiar song comes out of the band,

a Jimmy Buffett kind of feel,

set against the atmosphere of palms,

with time the only thing to kill.

Senoritas

On my boat,

out at sea,

nothing but love,

all for me.

I feel the waves,

crashing around,

I feel my boat,

on water’s ground.

Life at ease,

all for me,

just looking for tropical bars,

where I will be.

Sitting with a cold drink,

drinking Margaritas,

propped up on a stool,

kissing senoritas.

What a life,

just spinning around,

never stopping,

endless ground.

Just loving each day,

loving each night,

everything,

feeling so right.

A Wandering Dream

As I watch the boats,

setting sail upon the blue ocean,

I feel my heart rise,

lifting to a pirate notion.

Wanting to be among,

the motley cast and crew,

wanting to be a pirate,

if only for an hours few.

Alas, I am a mere dreamer,

casting out from the shore,

but how I love to cast,

if only for a moment, nothing more.

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