Missi Carruthers' Holiday Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Missi Carruthers' Holiday
Written by Wilfred Mellers, October 15,2015


Tropical the island breeze that sets the mind at ease
Mai-tai I try quenches my thirst for comfort first
Tequila surprise under blue skies I can't deny
Seagulls feasting on tranquil shores basking in the great outdoors
Tandem our feet exposed to nature's magnificent glory
Sultry nights to our delight but that's another story
Colorful umbrellas that shade us from the sun therein
Children splash as they dash to greet the tide cascading

Paramours leaving their footprints in the white sand
You resting next to me holding hands for everything is just grand
Fragrance of hibiscus gently carried by the ocean air
Hued glasses tinted to reflects the Sun's awesome glare
Relishing in the fresh air as peddlers offer their wares
Salacious affairs indulged interludes by tourist in pairs I'm aware
Bodies sculpted ever so tan to perfection of outlines so trim
Physique molded as if just coming straight from the gym
Bikinis made of material upholding skin nearly fits in
Natives faces smile for a while with such the melodious grins

Jelly coconut I drink with white rum I think
Jamaica mi crazy and my vision is now hazy
I can't be reached for my cell is set to off at the beach
Fruits from mango's, pineapples, and you're such a peach
Passion fruit, Jack fruit, to my enchantment for I love them each
Attendant! Another Bahama Mama for this beach has no drama
I've reached nirvana from just one draw of marijuana
Liquid pleasures pour on coves where pirate's buried their treasures
Rhythms pulsating as I kiss your mouth tongue seeking
Harmonies carried by the wind tropically I'm speaking
Sultry dancing for the cannabis the mind is enhancing it all
Another round please as Adonis plays beach volleyball
Music seldom cease on the beach so preach on preacher, preach

No longer adorned in an overcoat wrapped up in a woolen sweater
The sun is shining for the Caribbean weather is so much better
Waves crashing to the shore serene and peaceful
Warm is the air against my skin feeling totally blissful
They came from north, south, and even the Far East
Experience gain cannot be uttered words even to the parish priest
Freedom's spirits for inhibitions set-loose the beast they released
Decadently Frolicking at sunset for the water is still wet
The Tide is high for the surfer rides what the ocean provides
Dwelling in a minor cottage, with a beach address, is where my soul now resides