Best Camped Poems
Springtime, camped between the mountain valleys.
Air filled with tickled laughter ventured through
canopy of leaves bathed a golden hue;
labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally.
An owl rides the air stream, into darkness
against the fading moonlight to confront
joy of flying in silence of the hunt,
while crickets sing loudly in the stillness.
Rumbling sounds reach deep sleep from twice its breadth,
barely glean the worth turning into dreams
grasping the state of mind lapsed into deep,
a twilight world that knows not its own depth.
Waking up in the light of morning beams,
cooing sounds of mourning doves in nature's keep.
3/22/2018
Italian/Petrarchan Sonnet first 8 lines) abba abba (next 6 lines) cdecde
Out on a lonely track
Somewhere in the East McDonalds
My boots
Lift the red dust slowly
To form a little cloud
That as the day passes
Will fall and settle
Again, upon the Dry red ground
As the day’s heat rises
With me into the hills
I am none the wiser
Where their camps may be
I find their holes
And the old ghost town
But their camps elude me
As the sun rises higher
So does the cursing
Of the flies that coat my face
And their torturous
Desert face crawling’s
Between great ancient rocks
And down dry creek beds
Where Garnets and zircons glitter
For the life of me
I cannot find
Their old litters
If only
I could talk to that mob of camels
Or the Dingo's that serenade
Borrow the eyes of the Wedgetail
They’ll show me
Where they laid
Or has time
Washed their traces
From this scene
Or bushfire
Scorched any sign away
Heat an cold
Weathered them to dust
Like the bones
Of an old miner’s hut
How brave
These Italian miners
To seek
Their fortunes here
In the McDonald ranges
Far
From their land and sea’s
I turn toward my camp
Time to prepare
For a cold
Desert night
Will resume my search
In the Morrow
For where
The brave men
Camped
CAMPED
I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation
The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT.
yet they make us think they are patriots
We deviate from norms
Just to face more harms
From the so-called leaders
Who are cheaters
You and I are in bondage
Since our voices have been held, hostage
In our fathers land
No one dares demand or stand,
against those who feed us one congo of rice
Since our emotions have been played like a dice
Alas! One day I hope we have a story to tell
To that unborn seed of how we fell.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Alright, Alright, alright
sometimes I think about a while back;
I’m camped out in a parking lot
passed out in the back seat;
Knowing we get just one shot;
Up at dawn;
Just waiting for that clock to strike nine ;
Gotta get ourselves in that lottery;
Got a band to see,
gotta snag the first spot in line;
Sitting and waiting,
dreaming of infiltrating;
All those other cars on each side,
We aren’t leaving;
We just smile, patient, plotting;
Two cups of coffee,
hours of songs later;
Finally out of the car
holding the number we’ve drawn;
Exhausted, leaning on the wall;
More valuable than money,
that number and that timing;
We’ve been up all night;
Dreaming;
Waiting for this moment;
The man in front of us
has our hearts in his hands;
Slowly pulling out a number,
Alright, Alright, alright,
it’s all come down to this;
We got those tickets
It was worth every single second
Every moment of staying up all night.
Mission accomplished.
Alright alright ... Alright.
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three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.