Some Summer Salt

Come on in, 
The water's just fine!

Tell me friend --

Ever hear that line?

Truth be told

It's not always so --

Sometimes that blue gold

Can be some kinda cold.

But

You know it shows

No bold try

When those clothes

Are nice and dry.

Please do excuse me, Miss --

I wish to dish you this:

None become soaked 

On the boat --

That's a fact

And all she wrote.

Have you heard the word, Sir?

The poolside is reserved

For guys who haven't tried

Or conjured nerve and verve.

Dave can rave and make waves

Or sedately behave

And if Joyce makes the choice

She'll noisily rejoice.

Chet will fret with regret

For he has yet to get:

"Him" can't swim beyond the brim

Unless willing to get wet.

Shallow end just a shadowing --

Toe-dipper or deeper-leaper?

One's a blooper

One's a keeper --

Begin, my friend, to dive right in.

© Matt Decker

Stellar!

🌟 Stars are not like us. They live in a different reality. This poem records one earthling's serenade to these bona fide glitterati. 🌟

A world so diff'rent

A land so distant

A kingdom divided 

Yet somehow united.

No flash of renown

Terrestrial town

Found to catch

Or match

The lore or yore

Of your

Celestial crown.

Fans of fame

Fan the flame

Stand in stands

Cheer the game

And chase they

Who claim acclaim.

But in view of you

It's just not the same.

Like golden glitter 

And glamor

I behold then wither

And stammer.

Effervescent luminescence

Transcends men's ken

And grammar

And all for which

They clamor.

In the end

After the wind

Lie the jewels

Of men

Who ruled.

Celebs do ebb

Scenes on screens

Fade to black

Just like that.

None can compare

To the rarefied air

Of your stellar lair

Way up there

Or the luster

Of your cluster.

I can only muster

This amazed gaze

And stare.

© Matt Decker