I was never polluted by the world of cinema. I didn't even have a TV until I was 16. My expression is a reflection of the world I have seen, and in that world everyone was barefoot in bathing suits, following the order of the sea, the natural order of sunrise and sunset. I never went to the cinematheque. I didn't know much about the masters of world cinema.

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Nice things...

Shopping, dancing, eating sweets
Make up, laughter, juicy treats

Sun, sand, swimming in the sea
Coffee, hot chocolate, or even tea? !

Ice cream, chocolate, with lots of cream
Going to sleep and having a dream
Jumping on a trampoline!

Flirting, laughing, having fun
The smile on your face when all homework is done

That little tip tap knock on your door
Is it that boy you've been waiting for? !

Holidays, lipgloss, cute fluffly things
Teeny tiny fairies with teeny tiny wings

High heels, flip flops, sunglasses too!

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poem by Becky Ginn
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Sonnets for '58

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’58, the year he’d come a thousand miles.
From post Olympic Melbourne
setting new records for broken homes,
babies began to boom.
The beaut Asian wore pink socks, spoke
great English, knew her brandy-lime-and-soda,
read Das Kapital in secret.
Her mentor the opium professor
got himself fired by the embassy of correctness,
qualified as Best Man and wrote a novel.
The year Dad fell in love at the Victory Monument
the Generals burned the pipes,
the year of the bantamweight champ
of nineteen fifty eight.

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poem by Adam Aitken
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boredom and the Sunday beach

everyday seems to be a Saturday
today and yesterday and now
they all have the same faces and colors
and manner of greeting me hello

and when they all say goodbye
i do not really notice when
as though my wrist
watch is broken and needing repair

i only know that it is a Sunday
when we go to the faraway beach
when you wear your orange bikini
and you kick the ball
when you fall on the sand
and you giggle and when you pull me
to take the plunge in the calm, blue sea
when you are with me breathlessly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All I Did Was Admire Her Aloud

"Quiet, please, " I tell her,
"I want to hear the music."
She is sitting next to me again,
this time on a paisley couch,
a woman in a lime bikini I met
only this morning sprawled
on the Morse Avenue Beach.
All I did was admire her aloud,
not recognize her age, and an hour later
she brought me home with her.
Now she is curling into me again
and moaning at a remarkable pitch.
Finally she spits into my neck
what it's all about
this time and every time
"Honey…I am…coming."

poem by Donal Mahoney
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To Any Member Of My Generation

What is it you remember? - the summer mornings
Down by the river at Richmond with a girl,
And as you kissed, clumsy in bathing costumes,
History guffawed in a rosebush. What a warning -
If only we had known, if only we had known!
And when you looked in mirrors was this meaning
Plain as the pain in the centre of a pearl?
Horrible tomorrow in Teutonic postures
Making absurd the past we cannot disown?

Whenever we kissed we cocked the future's rifles
And from our wild-oat words, like dragon's teeth,
Death underfoot now arises; when we were gay
Dancing together in what we hoped was life,
Who was it in our arms but the whores of death
Whom we have found in our beds today, today?

poem by George Barker
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Free To Do As I Please

Packing my red cowboy hat, going to
visit my sister, the rose-coloured satin
spread for mother's bed and the soft
pink fleece also, honey and chocolates
for dad, a teddy bear and small plastic
dolls, I want to give one each to mom
and twin sis, sunscreen and swimsuit,
laptop and camera

Pens and notebooks, ask dad to tell how
his family moved from farm to town when
he was small - where they lived when he
had to steal coal for cooking and smuggle
alcohol, how he left school and got a job -
met mom and got married though he and
mom never got along, jot down our history
for my kids, see the mosaics

My twin sis makes for her Rinkle Twinkle
shop, hear mom playing piano, see the

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Summer Fling Thing

It was just one of those summer flings
You whisked me away into the sand
Then picked me up and were my man
But you held me to high and you dropped me
For the girl in the black bikini

Just one of those summer flings
You took me back before too long
And throw me out again before I knew
But you came back again
And I was silly enough to let you be in my life again

What a fool I turned out to be
Cause I let you in
And I should left you near the garbage can
I shouldn’t known you just wanted a little old summer fling thing

poem by Beautifully Broken Xxx
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I Guess

I guess that's it, huh?
no more wearing
the wife's new clothes,
Don said sadly,

no more trying on
those dresses she gets
from that shop
on the high street,

no more pulling on
those panties and tights
when she's out
with her friends at nights.

I guess that's it,
no more dressing up
in her bikini
and doing the catwalk

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poem by Terry Collett
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Final Warning

Here for first time cutters is a warning for me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
It may seem at the time that your options are small
Cutting only makes it worse and I will tell it all
You may start out with small ones that barely sting or bleed
But trust me the more you do it, the more that you will need
You'll need the blood, you'll crave it, you won't be able to run
It will ruin your life, consume your soul, it won't be very fun
And it will change everything about you even the wat you act and dress
And you won't be able to stop it as your life becomes a mess
And everything inside you will scream to hide the cuts
No more tee-shirts no more swimsuits, no ifs and or buts
And you will cringe when people lay their hands upon your skin
As your very essense within fears they'll find your sin
And you'll say you'll never cut deep because you never had
But wait untill things get tough, I mean really really bad
You'll lay that blade against your skin and push with all your might
And as you watch your blood flow out you'll begin to shake with fright
And you'll curse and scream but it won't help, you've sealed your fate
Because by the time help arrives, it is already too late

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poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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On My Laps

There is something between the legs and,
There is something between the lips;
But love does crown the way always,
And, here we are today!

I can converse with the intelligent beings,
But this love is hotter than July! !
And, i can make you sleep on my laps;
For ylour kisses are like the white calabash around me,
And like my maid who cleans my house in her bikini.

From the napkins to the blankets,
From your roses of love to the kisses of your lips,
And like, tending my garden and planting my seed of love;
But, i can k´make you sleep on my laps.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Day At The Beach

Mimi is my Lolli-pop sweet heart
Me and Mimi will never set apart
We spend the day on the beach

The sky is bright and blue
The Sea is sparkling azure
As far as your eyes can see

Mimi is dressed in pink bikini
Oh' teeny weeny

Mimi is a melody
a song of happiness and cheer
We run together holding hands

We twirl around
and fall on the sand

We get closer exchanging hugs
smooches and kisses

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poem by Sherif Monem
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The Stalker

Talk of ill intent, or sheer coincidence
A stalker I've got, as events would show
She is fair, I might shelve my evidence
But as days go by, apprehensions grow

It was in the mall, when she first appeared
Right across the rack, she gave me the eye
Then the elevator ride, that we shared
All add up to encounters that came by

In the party I happen to be at
She danced, right after I got off the floor
It all seemed so casual then, I forgot
Long before that, she lingered at the door

In a round of golf, she teed off my mound
Following my game, she always drives by
And at times, that I chance to look around
Along the fairways, she chats with some guy

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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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One Sunday Afternoon: At the Beach

neither fire nor storm
can wash the tide away
it is the earthy season
that makes the most of may
i plucked a seed from
whence it came
to plant a new breed
of unknown origin

i know not when
i shall return
for reasons inconceivable
i only know
the beach is free
and the entrance must be so

it reminds me of wooden seashells
of starfishes and
of swimming trunks
can makes an afternoon

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poem by Jean Rojas
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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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The Life Of

What a life
to lie on the beach every day
just soaking up the sun
life is so perfect
but not much fun

I dont have to work
or shop for food
i dont have a hubby
or a sceaming brood

I dont listen to music
and i havent read a book
i dont do the washing
and i dont have to cook

I never have to pay for any atire
i just lie in the sun and perspire

Powders and perfume i never need

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poem by Debbie Gregory
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Loveboat

Come join the loveboat
Were anchored offshore
Martinis and bikinis
Oh, lamour
Loved up in lame
Quest ce quon va faire
Live your love like heaven
Sur la mer
Well just float cause the beach is boring
Our loveboat is more alluring
Well sail on with savoir faire
Sur la mer
Have an havanna
Pass me a peach
Rub on some lotion
The places l cant reach cool down with cocktails
Lose all your cares
007 heaven
Sur la mer
Well just float cause the beach is boring

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In Development

Bedecked with sequins.
And with the spark,
Of fire diamonds on fingers shown.
They own them.
Or at best...
They are leased.
To flash and please,
The onlookers teased.
And unbearably beseeched.

As they stroll across the sands,
With designer attire...
And leather bags clutched in hands.
The placements they have selected,
Are exquisite.
Centered for attention.
To achieve an acceptance and consent.

They would love to think those gawking as shallow.
They would love to think they harbor thoughts like that!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hiking to Durban

We wanted to be free
from the discipline
of boarding school
and catch a lift all the way,
to Durban at the sea.

What a life it would be
with bikini girls on the beach
and totally out of reach
of the head master’s cane
and we would visit every shop
and meet girls on the street
and spend every sent
without having to pay for rent.

The beach would be the place
to sleep and tan and surf
and to spent,
the rest of the summer
as a place of fun.

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poem by Gert Strydom
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The Flick

The Flick

The blond girl had turned her back to the beach
head in hand her guitar flung aside, I think she
was crying. A man walked his dog another one
jogged, birds in V shape flew towards the eye of
the twilight; and no scientist saw the weeping girl.
Night, on a strand of sand that faced the mighty
Pacific Ocean I so often had crossed on my way
to the land of the setting sun. A girl alone and me
on a beach of forget us not, I walked over to tell
her go home; the girl was a heap of golden sand,
her fine guitar was flotsam of a blue fishing boat
and her bikini a tattered plastic shopping bag.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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