swimming pools....
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the years of my youth
is really the tale of swimming pools
chlorine, wrinkled skin, and goggles
dumping all the cast-iron furniture
at the bottom of the sky blue pool
and then pretending to inhabit
an underwater living room
chipping my tooth
after diving into an indoor pool in Ireland
winning medal after medal
finishing the race
to standing applause
(because it had already been won)
various European pools
one in north east Spain
we were like gypsies
running wild
somebody sutured a cut on my leg for me
all those pool side romances
the one in Florida with the Finnish guy
when I was 14....
(he could fit in an adidas bag cos
he was double-jointed)
at the Holiday Inn on Singer Island
the constant sun-tan....
sometimes burn....
the pool that I went to
in Manila off the tree-lined street
where I read American teenqueen magazines
and dreamt that I was Brooke Shields
the one in the Holiday Inn in Orchard Road
in Singapore....on the fourth or fifth floor
I met a texan expat teenqueen
and went back to her house
where she showed me her smutty novels...
we were so daring!!!!
and bikinis, yeah!!!
sunbathing...
I have a picture of Magda
the Polish girl lounging at our pool in Bangkok
and at the weekend market
she was so skinny and pretty....
I met her in Paris about 89
never seen such a fast decline
the worst pool I've ever been in
was the disgusting one in the leisure centre
at the Elephant & Castle
I burst out of the water
and flung my hair back
to be faced with a human turd
how absurd
one big toilet
the pools of my youth
saw me wet and slippy
(wannabe hippy)
fast and agile
strong and happy
chlorine is the smell of my past
(this 'poem' needs a little work on the structure and form etc, and I might actually try to improve it a bit soon)
is really the tale of swimming pools
chlorine, wrinkled skin, and goggles
dumping all the cast-iron furniture
at the bottom of the sky blue pool
and then pretending to inhabit
an underwater living room
chipping my tooth
after diving into an indoor pool in Ireland
winning medal after medal
finishing the race
to standing applause
(because it had already been won)
various European pools
one in north east Spain
we were like gypsies
running wild
somebody sutured a cut on my leg for me
all those pool side romances
the one in Florida with the Finnish guy
when I was 14....
(he could fit in an adidas bag cos
he was double-jointed)
at the Holiday Inn on Singer Island
the constant sun-tan....
sometimes burn....
the pool that I went to
in Manila off the tree-lined street
where I read American teenqueen magazines
and dreamt that I was Brooke Shields
the one in the Holiday Inn in Orchard Road
in Singapore....on the fourth or fifth floor
I met a texan expat teenqueen
and went back to her house
where she showed me her smutty novels...
we were so daring!!!!
and bikinis, yeah!!!
sunbathing...
I have a picture of Magda
the Polish girl lounging at our pool in Bangkok
and at the weekend market
she was so skinny and pretty....
I met her in Paris about 89
never seen such a fast decline
the worst pool I've ever been in
was the disgusting one in the leisure centre
at the Elephant & Castle
I burst out of the water
and flung my hair back
to be faced with a human turd
how absurd
one big toilet
the pools of my youth
saw me wet and slippy
(wannabe hippy)
fast and agile
strong and happy
chlorine is the smell of my past
(this 'poem' needs a little work on the structure and form etc, and I might actually try to improve it a bit soon)
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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I laughed at the part about being faced with the turd!! That was great! You gotta love a poem that brings you back to your youth AND makes you laugh.
(I'm gonna take my little fella swimming this summer)
I bet your little one will love the water as much as his Momma.
what star sign are you Being?
we always chose a route home taking us by this vegetable & fruit garden ~ in which we'd gorge on unripe corn... pomegranates, crab apples and cumquats (?)
don't know how to spell that, but ~ that particular fruit was always the sweetest and ripest thing the garden offered.
my daughter swims really well, now. my son doesn't, yet. but he loves going anyway. once they cleared the pool because some kid's "swimper" failed and there were turds floating in the pool. my son and I sat on a bench and he asked, pointing to each little kid that passed by (in his "outside" voice) "DID HE POOP IN THE POOL???" lol... they evacuated the vile thing and put so much chlorine in the pool that I imagined it burning holes in my skin. we left... leaving things to settle down a bit
ciaocito, ladies.
good days to all
that is a great story.......especially the one about you and your sister.....little did I know that my stooopid poem (inspired by Kitchen chemicals - anti-mould).....would evoke such memories from you girlies......I really think girls rule the waves......ya know!!!! we're the sirens........we're the mermaids...WE wear bikinis......pools are where it's at.....I heard they're rationing water in Spain because of the droughts.......that's fukkin sad, man.......water is our birthright...!!!!
thanks Pasta
I don't know what star sign I am. :(
what's your dd/mm/yyyy?
My DOB is 06/11/74.
Just give me a pet, I'm really a pussycat.
(the message i've entered is too short, damn the posies)
there.