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Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

Daytona Beach

 

This is one of my favorite

beaches destinations in all the world.

When I was a child

we would visit there all the time

several times a year

because my grandpa my dad’s dad

lived near the beach

in that popular community

till he passed away in 1982 or 1983.

 

That town is

a world tourist destination.

Everyone has heard

of this place in the world.

 

I loved and enjoyed

looking at the women in their

fancy arrayed bathing suits

that showed much flesh

even though I was a pre teen

women bodies fascinated me

with all their voluptuous curves.

 

I remember the bikini shops

and the tattoo parlors and

t-shirt shops along the coast.

 

I remember the Daytona

race track speedway

And all the people that used to visit

during Daytona 500 race.

 

What makes this beach so memorable

to me is my family was there

the last night they allowed cars on the beach,

 

All the cars at sunset that night

got in a line facing the ocean

and honked their horns

and flashed their headlights

till the beach patrol escorted

every car off the beach.

 

Since I was a pre teen

this memory stuck with me

as one of the favorite events

that has transpired that evening

in my life so unforgettably.

I will never forget that particular sunset

as the waves crashed to the shore.

 

Nothing in my life has been

so beautiful and sweet

as the final time and night cars

were aloud on Daytona Beach.

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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I love the references to Florida which you often incorporate into your works. I think I remember your saying that you grew up in the Sunshine State, therefore, that makes it a local reference. I always appreciate when poets include them, because I don't usually write about my own area or parts familiar to me.

 

I love this view:

I remember the bikini shops

and the tattoo parlors and

t-shirt shops along the coast,

and your memory of the last night they allowed cars on the beach would be something I, too, would never forget:

All the cars at sunset that night

got in a line facing the ocean

and honked their horns

and flashed their headlights

till the beach patrol escorted

every car off the beach.

It's so uniquely American, and, as such, it holds a special meaning for me. The way you repeat your feelings about that event helps solidify it in the mind of this reader. I loved this poem.

 

Tony

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Nostalgic, filled with personal Americana, with an appropriately conversational voice. I not only felt the sun and the stars, I heard the particular vernacular of that time and place.

 

Much Grace,

 

DC

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

dr_con wrote:

 

Nostalgic, filled with personal Americana, with an appropriately conversational voice.

 

DC

 

thanks Dr Con,

 

i was hoping the nostagic americana would be seen well in the poem review by you it works.

many thanks.

 

larsen aka vic

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tonyv wrote:

 

I love the references to Florida which you often incorporate into your works. I think I remember your saying that you grew up in the Sunshine State, therefore, that makes it a local reference. I always appreciate when poets include them, because I don't usually write about my own area or parts familiar to me.

 

Tony

 

yes tony i grew up in south florida inbetween ft lauderdale and miami. daytona beach is a little more northern florida than central florida if my my memory serves me correct.

 

thanks for commenting.

 

vic

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Aleksandra

Dear Victor. This poem is wonderful. All imageries flows well. I google this beach and no wonder why inspired you this much and you wrote poem for the same. I loved the ending stanza. It feels inside some melancholy.

 

Nothing in my life has been

so beautiful and sweet

as the final time and night cars

were aloud on Daytona Beach.

 

Well done.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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