Best Getaway Poems

I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On our  secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries

Greeted...

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"Baby, this view is fantastic, 
Who knew what you could buy with plastic! 
With these credit cards, unlimited funds, 
Any regrets, heck no, baby I got none. 
Riding on an interest rate of twenty percent, 
Who cares, this is money well spent!" 
Says the thief...

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In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
on the back of a ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lamb!"


For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 27) Poetry Contest...

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Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me

Seems each week is just like the one before	
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost...

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Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,             
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,              
Is...

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Silent getaway

 
Cold rain falls on the cover of life-death
Ice in the soul froze letters on startup

 
We departure silently in a memory route
The muse wounds in a last verse

 
Pages and tears and letters falling like autumn leaf
Sweet torture kisses of separation and rain...

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Wading in a branch
trickling slowly along to the ocean.
Smell of decaying leaves and honeysuckle in the air.
Tadpoles, crawfish swimming by toes in Swift creek.

River otter curiously watching
the boys playing, splashing in the water
on a hot August day.

Bream jumping, splashing 
Trying to remove the land creatures...

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Dear friiends those who first read my poem i left an important line out in the donkey story

The first dance after our wedding,
Was absolutely exciting, intoxicating,
My darling whispered in my ear,
My wedding present to you is three weeks
Touring Greece, the evening  came to an...

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Tropical Getaway

Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,       	 
Wondering what we are and who I am.		
Since we’ve already raised a family,           	 
Is there anything left just for you...

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In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
bareback on a young ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lam(b)."


For john freeman's limerick contest.
If I have to name a category, I'll call this one
"use of an expression...

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Yes you read the title right
But let me shred some light
It happened in 1980 when I worked on Madison Avenue
The Receptionist was going to buy live crab for dinner
Well as a friend would, I accompanied her
We entered the Butcher, and there were array of kinds...

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 It's hard to remember memories of grief,
getting away for a little while is a relief.
Life is like an art,
and everyday you get the chance to start.
May not be on others side,
But my love for them can never divide.
endless tears & promises broken,
thoughtless words have...

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How I enjoy being wrapped up real tight
Warmly curled up in a ball,
Visiting Dreamland so deep in the night,
Having no care at all!

Warmly curled up, no noise allowed,
There in my cozy bed;
Blankets on top, the pillow a cloud
Under my weary head.

Then comes the sun, and...

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I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm, exotic, trip itineraries, for all tired of city hustle and bustle;
Like a dark red flower, blooming isolated, in peach sunshine...

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