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MY KITTY KITTY

      KITTY KITTY

My KITTY KITTY
Is so pretty
Prancing all around
With a string, 
I tease the cat
I accidently  stepped on his back
Howling the meowing sound
Now he's nowhere to be found
He's not under the house
KITTY KITTY, where can he be
Out jumped a mouse
I'm scared as scared can be

I hear hissing, coming from above the tree
I call my cat,
Kitty Kitt, come down now
I grab my cat by the tail,
scratching and fighting 
He bites me off
That serves me well
For pulling on his tail
My sweet KITTY  please come to me
There's a mouse under the house
The mouse frightens me

Calling for my KITTY KITTY
Suddenly I hear a loud purring
Rubbing against both my legs
I'm a happy camper, 
On this day I vow
Never shall I step or pull my Kitty Kats tail 

Now it's time for milk!

      
SKAT



Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010


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If Kisses Were Units Of Currency



Had a crazy dream last night Dreamt I was living in a world Where kisses were units of currency First thing I thought of Was that cute li'l cashier at Walmart To pay for a $50 item Would require 50 kisses plus the federal tax Bringing the total to 60 smooches I would start shopping for all kinds of stuff That I didn't actually need I'd even buy ladies lingerie like bras and knickers And give them away to friends and neighbours! In all likelihood I'd go broke But man, would I be a happy camper Going to bed now to hopefully pick up Where I left off... © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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A Happy Camper



Life's taken on a whole new meaning At this late stage on my trek If I never ever see another tomorrow It's complete as it'll ever get Much happier now than I've ever been There's joy in my heart everyday The world could end but my life's complete There isn't much more I can say A most fortunate soul if there ever was one Don't know if I deserve this much joy Not going to fight it, going with the flow Happy as a kid with a new toy This may sound a trifle over the top I'll admit I'm blabbering on But happiness has taken over my soul Each day from the break of dawn A happy camper am I © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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HAPPY CAMPER

How to be a Happy Camper, dears,
Wake up smiling--we woke up, cheers!
Positive approach to daily life here,
Whatever happens, don't stress or fear,
Looking forward to a peaceful day,
No dumb arguments for a blessed way,
Say, "Never mind, blip happens, dears,
Smile and walk away, no tears,
It ain't Armageddon yet, dears,
At least we woke up here, 
How to be a Happy Camper, cheers!


Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016


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A HAPPY CAMPER

.

In the wind I stand 
at the edge 
where the sea touches 
soft the shore.


               There I gaze up 
               at the skyline 
               where the sea 
               expands even more.


Witnessing this 
majestic scene,
though small, I feel big, 
standing tall.


                But to Sea and Sky, 
                what am I? 
                Just a happy camper, 
                that's all!

.



Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2011


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Sadness

Do I sense a sense of sadness in your eyes?
What caused your unhappiness?
Is it something I can do?
I felt you want to say something
Do something
But hold back
My friend - Didn't you know if you don't let it out
It will be eating you
Are you always expected to be happy?
Yeah - it's not normal for you to be unhappy
You are not meant to be
Why do you think God puts smiles and laughter in your heart?
So you can be a happy camper, that's why!
So let it air out, okay?
Cleanse yourself
You know when something don't feel right
When something bothers you
God lets you know that for a reason
To deal with it
And not let it smolder
It can create fire
And will burn both of you
And the other person
You don't want to be burned, do you?


Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015


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Trouble

Dedicated to the song “Trouble” by Coldplay 

(Verse 1) 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble 
Oooh ah oooh
I didn’t mean to act so uncanny
I didn’t mean to act irrational
I get so damn emotional 
Sometimes, I get immature and all…
I get so insecure – 
My words are oh so impure
Endure,
I must
Letting go 
Of lust…

(Refrain) 
Hmm Hmm mmm mmm Hmm (x2)
Ooooh…
You’re as bizarre as a genie in a maroon lamp
I’m a happy camper ever since my boots were damp
Carry on, carrion heart
I’m a tramp, torn apart
A lot of times, I wish I didn’t let you down
Let me take my last bow with a furrowed brow 
I long to see your upside down frown
Here, take my hand and love me up somehow
We exchange grins ear to ear
I shed a silent…tear…

(Pre-chorus) 
Walking as fast as lightning strikes…
My confident stride is headed your way
You can go ahead and hit those Facebook ‘likes’
On all my posts that I make day by day
I’m just sitting here optimistic’lly
Nothing new is happening, my dear misery
Oh, good grief…
Give me relief…
Oh, good grief…
Give me release…
My ego doesn’t matter to me
My reputation is screwed up frankly
But, I don’t care 
I don’t have time to care
I just don’t have time 
To play Truth or Dare

(Chorus) 
Truth hurts, but…
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble
I made it look as if it was somewhat subtle
Your farewells didn’t mean a thing to me
You were my happiness until you made me feel angry
We had our love chemistry 
I have separation anxiety
Don’t cause me anymore drama
I’m sick of all the trauma I feel…
If only you’d come home, momma…
But, you treat us like we’re no big deal!
I become numb and sore the minute we crashed like shimmering shores
I’m like a Cinderella at home all day and night, doing endless chores
Suddenly, my triumphant spirit begins to soar
So…what are you waiting for?
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble…
My darling so true…

(Verse 2)
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to be an abomination
I was just wondering around the place
Squandering time alone time and time again…
I want to feel that sensual sensation with you and I
You and I made me feel my all-too-familiar natural high
I’m not the only one, thinking I’m a waste of space
You’re my saving grace, 
Longing for your embrace
So, just in case,
Give me another reason to love you again
Wonderin’ where you have been?
All my life,
I dealt with strife
I’m in love and I can’t hide it
I wouldn’t lie – our love is legit

(Pre-chorus) 
Walking as fast as lightning strikes…
My confident stride is headed your way
You can go ahead and hit those Facebook ‘likes’
On all my posts that I make day by day
I’m just sitting here optimistically
Nothing new is happening, my dear misery
Oh, good grief…
Give me relief…
Oh, good grief…
Give me release…
My ego doesn’t matter to me
My reputation is screwed up frankly
But, I don’t care 
I don’t have time to care
I just don’t have time 
To play Truth or Dare

(Chorus) 
Truth hurts, but…
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble
I made it look as if it was somewhat subtle
Somehow, your farewells didn’t mean a thing to me
You were my happiness until you made me feel angry
We had our love chemistry 
I have separation anxiety, baby
Don’t cause me anymore drama
I’m sick of all the trauma I feel…
If only you’d come home, momma…
But, you treat us like we’re no big deal!
I become numb and sore the minute we crashed like shimmering shores
I’m like a Cinderella at home all day and night, doing endless chores
Suddenly, my triumphant spirit begins to soar
So…what are you waiting for?
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble…
My darling so true…

(Verse 3)
I didn’t mean to 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to act so meaningless
I was in distress more or less
There’s lotsa secrets and truths I must confess
I often wish I wasn’t in love…
However, you’re the one I think of
I still have innocence and childlike joy,
Being that same ol’ benevolent boy
So, please don’t
Please don’t
Please don’t manipulate me like a wrecked-up toy
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to cause you trouble
I made it seem a little too subtle
I must leave you all alone now
I, alone, am on my own, without a phone 

(Refrain) 
Hmm Hmm mmm mmm Hmm (x2)
Ooooh…
You’re as bizarre as a genie in a maroon lamp
I’m a happy camper ever since my boots were damp
Carry on, carrion heart
I’m a tramp, torn apart
A lot of times, I wish I didn’t let you down
Let me take my last bow with a furrowed brow 
I long to see your upside down frown
Here, take my hand and love me up somehow

(Bridge) 
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to
I didn’t mean to break your heart in two
Please forgive me…
Please forgive me…
Please…
I was a player…
I’m sorry, 
I was sick with dem luv floo
I believe you and I 
Are still meant to be
Now, I’m awfully shy
It’s easier said than done to get out of my shell
I belong in my own skin today – does that ring a bell?


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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Happy Camper

In the wind I stand at the edge 
where the sea touches soft 
the shore,

where I gaze up at the skyline 
where the sea expands 
even more.

I feel big and proud being part 
of the majesty 
of it all.

But to the sea and sky, what am I? 
Just a happy camper,
that's all!


Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2009


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Dementia

In the dictionary beside the word 'dementia'
Is a picture of your man Jackers
 The description reads 'he's off his noodle'
This man is totally crackers

Not a sane thought in his whole damn noodle
Couldn't handle it if there was
Probably freak out and strip down naked
Running hell bent from the fuzz

Now Jackers shouldn't be judged too harshly
He's really a gentle old soul
Just that the years have caught up with old Jackers
He's no longer the one in control

So don't go feeling all depressed for this dude
He's a real happy camper inside
All he knows is he's loved by you friendlies  
And he's just along for the ride

© Jack Ellison 2012


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012


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My Lovely Sunshine -Chapter 2-

Purging sin out of my life or attempting to rather,
We had many fun times together…
There are plenty of grapes, strawberries and flowers to gather…
In this garden of We’ll-Get-Better…

My lovely sunshine,
Will you ever be mine?
Someday…on a triumphant Sunday afternoon
One day, you’ll be my positively remarkable moon
Will you ever be mine,
My lovely sunshine?
Hopefully, you’ll stay forever in my arms
Of mentally, emotionally and physically beautiful charms

Faith and love are in my heart
Hope and joy will not tear me apart
If only I should have told you…
That I was in love with being blue…
Peace be with you,
My lovely sunshine that shines anew
Stay true to yourself…
I’ll be by myself…
It’s no big deal…I’ve been alone several times
Thank you kindly for all the happy times
We spent with each other
We definitely belong together
Forever…
Forever lost in love’s grasp…
You make me gasp…
When we make love that is like heaven above
It’s exquisite beyond all logic and creativity 
I’m unique, benevolent and sweet…I’ve been made by God…I’ve turned out quite exquisitely 
It’s alright to be confident and it’s alright to have a heart of humility 
As long as you belong with me,
Nothing will go wrong, baby

His narcissism and cocky self loves to interrupt my humble soul 
Anxiety is no longer banging at my delicate, shackled skull

Still missing California’s sun
Still missing California’s sun
Where has it gone?
Where has it gone?
Where is the delightful, dreamy dawn?

Has it buried itself alive in its darkening dusk?

Wandering in the wanderlust of my spirit – 
So be it…I’ll do the honors and get myself out of my poverty pit
I’m running out of time and I am penniless once again
You live just for the sake of your glamorized gain
Sustaining you is easier said than done
Still waiting on my lovely sunshine 

Patience and self-control is from His Son
That shines on me like a spotlight would…I wish it was all mine
But, that’s selfish…childish…I know so much now…
I can’t back away from His wisdom
I got myself in a predicament that makes me foolishly in love…somehow,
You make me feel satisfaction beyond recognition…I’m somewhat dumb…
For being with you still
Be still, healing is near
You give me that excellent thrill
Oh dear, I have no fear
Somewhat, shedding a relieving tear
I feel at ease
Please…
Don’t leave me like the rest of them did…
Goodbyes to you I’ll never, ever bid

You manipulated me,
But I don’t mind anymore
Nothing matters, baby
You’re the one that I adore
You’re the one that I adore
You were the one I hated with a passion
I really do need some of your compassion
To lift me up from the ground
Where I wait for you without a sound
Let gravity down and let me fly higher than ever
Don’t give me your arrogance or pride – just do whatever…
Whatever makes you a happy camper

Let the sun scorch on
Like the delightful dawn
Fresh and fine you look today
Say what? I missed what you said…I was daydreamin’ in California this marvelous day…

Please don’t punish me, my Master
I’m sorry that I’ve let You down
Free me from this jubilantless disaster
I’m still wearing my upside down frown
I’m depressed because I disappointed You far too many times
I’ve committed several sensual and egotistical crimes
Will I ever find my place in His Kingdom?
Probably not because I’m feeling numb and dumb

I doubt too much
You worry too little
My little sunshine…
You’re drunk off of pity’s wine


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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To Warm Up Mankind's Behind



Okay people, enough is enough What's happening with this crazy weather Cold enough to freeze the tootsies off a penguin The eskimos are all huddled together So far this winter's been the coldest in years Certainly not a very happy camper Civilized people shouldn't have to live like this Us guys just love to be pampered In all my years, through each Canadian winter This one surely takes the cake Not at all pleased, just want you to know This is more than this guy can't take If I knew who to contact I'd pay big dollars For the sake of all mankind Beg them to moderate these winter temps To warm up mankind's behind © Jack Ellison 2014


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014


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Never missing daylight fun

Am I a happy camper
Always in a way
Would not want to tamper
With the dawning of the day

I arise before the sun
Each and every day
Never missing daylight fun
Bye, I'm heading out to play


Copyright © john bernard | Year Posted 2013


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Feline Frantics

In the house on the corner lived a huge yellow cat.
This cat was clumsy and a wee bit fat.
He was constantly being pestered by a troublesome rat,
Who was playing with his mind by hiding under a hat.

The cat thought to himself, “I’ll fix this pest,
I’ll prepare for him a cozy nest.”
However when it was put to the extreme test,
The rat said to him, “Surely you jest!”

The nest was ignored all the way around,
The rat could be heard making an annoying sound.
Nowhere near this nest would he be found,
From his distance the annoyance would continually resound.

The moral of the story is quite simple, you see,
The rat was contented to antagonize with glee.
The cat, however, no happy camper was he,
He simply was as dumb as could be.





Copyright © DrJim Martin | Year Posted 2012


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Regga NIghts Part 2

Tap. Tap. Tap.
‘Miss! You can’t stay in there. A cab has been rung.’
I pull the chain and open the door
 Unfamiliar surroundings

I wobble 
Thankful for the narrow corridors
Hands slap against the walls 
Walking with arms and legs

Outside was pitch black
Freezing cold
The streets empty
Apocalyptic 

Crossing the road was a marathon
Hallucinating 
Going around on a tarmac hamster wheel 

I wait in the phone box
The stench of pee 
Time stretched
Minutes spun into hours

The orange light
Atop the cab
A blessed sight
Growing closer

I sat in the back and gave the address
Then threw up
The cabby was not a happy camper

I lay on the back seat
Hearing petrol sloshing around 
And threw up 
More discreetly this time
Or so I thought
‘You’ll have to pay to clean that’

And 
After what seemed like years 
Tracey’s place

‘Give me a minute, I’ll get the money’
In the house
Up one flight
To Tracey’s bedsit
F#%k!
Not home
‘I’ll look after you my ****!’
F#%k!

A man on the top floor came down
‘What’s all the noise? You can stay in my room. We are friends, practically dating.’
Beggars can’t be choosers
I lay on his single bed
Shivering

He mothers me
Wrapping me up in a sliver hyperthermia blanket
And I lay
Crackling like a bag of crisps

There’s a knock at the door
A couple of Britain’s finest…pigs

‘Miss, you need to pay the cab’
‘I have money, in my sister’s room, but it’s locked. You can smash the door down. It’s in the birdcage, under the sandpaper’
I wanted to die
In peace
 ‘We can’t do that, Miss. If you don’t pay the cab we will be forced to take you down the station’
‘You'll have to carry me’
‘I’ll pay, Officer, she can get me back later. I’m her sister’s good friend, boyfriend actually.  I look after them both’


Copyright © cheryle sanders | Year Posted 2012


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Ur Welkome

I'm sorry 
I'm sorry 
I can't move on 

2013 Bangerz CD album cover in my head
Driving me up and down the walls instead
I'm drowned in solitude's dread...and laziness led
Led astray by foolish endeavors and knowledgable morals...I'm just confuzzled...

I'm confused
I mused
On perplexing thots of view 
I see yiew...I see yiew...nothing new...

Jesus Christ
I wish I can be like u
Thank u
Thank u
For being merciful much like Your Father and the Holy Spirit
I must admit...I'm lit with hope and I mope no more 
Who's the one I adore? Well, Him, family, friends and I...
And I...
And I...
Thank u
Thank u

It's hard being me
Dyslexic creep I came to be
It's difficult, you see?
I'm depressed, shy, timid, you name it - scratch that!
I am so brave, a happy camper, a confident dancer, an artist and a performer...
There, I said it alright
Good night,
Sunlight 
Sonlight
Full of undying might
Take divine flite tonite 

I stumble upon u and the thots in between 
Thank the God Most High I'm not a pre-teen 
A slave outta bondage I am
Still, a light in this world...a soon-to-be found lamb

I'm clumsy 
I'm nothing close to how great you are
Jealousy...
Zzzzzzleepy all day long...so far...

I'm fat and skinny 

Mmmmm
Hmm

Thanks, Father...

For the hurt and the pleasure 

I understand my role in life right now
You love me beyond measure 
Can I do more good than evil somehow?

Boredom can be inspirational
Poetry can be international
Fame and fortune aren't always good
Nor is it always bad...it's rewarding with consequences unknown for a little while
I'd run the extra mile...
Just to see all smile...
I wear an upside down frown...
Up in here in this quiet town !!


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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Hopefully Someday

Hopefully someday, I'll be a happy camper
If I can just undo everything, I'd be much happier
Some say one day, we'll both be prosperous and wealthy
If I only had the willpower to be a genius...we'll see...

I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon

On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!

Hopefully someday, I'll be your delightful friend
If I can just make it up to you till the very end
Hopefully on a Sunday afternoon, you'll stay near my side
If not, it's okay for the meantime - I'll just cower and hide, lacking so much self-pride

I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon

On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!

If you were next to me right now,
I'd make you laugh wholeheartedly and smile wide somehow
Hopefully someday, we'd be a perfect pair beyond compare
Yes, some say, life is so unfair...but we'll live life without a care

I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon

On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!

And I-I-I will always remember you and the things we used to do
And the things I used to put you through, but that's nothing new
I'm sorry, but someday, I'll mend your scars
Maybe someday, hopefully someday,
We'll be sparkling so bright like midnight stars
On a Sunday night or on a sunny day,
We'll be like the shrouds of clouds above...
We'll be hella rich with abundant love 


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2017


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Race Is A Disgrace

I wanted to visit your land today,
Thought I'd bring joy and peace your way.
But as I was getting closer
A man pulled a gun from his holster.
He threw me down
And pinned my head to the ground.
Said, " You slimy bastard, look at you,
Trying to sneak into our land and start anew "
I responded, "Mister, you don't know who I am,
Let me explain so you can understand."
He then kicked my ribs, spat on my face,
Told me I was a disgrace to the human race.
He then got a rope, tied my feet to his bumper,
Said "O' guess who's going to be a happy camper?"
He dragged me through the desert steamy land,
He then stopped and beat me with his hands.
He then said," I'll leave you here for my friends to eat."
Then shouted," Come on down, buzzards, it's on me."
As he started to drive off
He saw the buzzards bringing down what
seemed to be a cloth.
He then stopped, got off of his truck and to his disbelief,
He saw them with the cloth coming down towards me.
He shot his gun into the air,
Said, " I don't understand, but I'm going to kill you I swear!"
And continued, " Before I do, tell me who are you!"
I couldn't speak for I was badly cut, brused
and almost dead,
I pointed towards the sky then he shot me in my head.
When I returned to my Father, He could not believe
The torture and the pain that again was done to me.
I don't know what my Father will do today or tomorrow,
But let it be known that your land has brought to
Him much Sorrow.
For I tried to say who I am, 
But I guess it wouldn't matter because I was still
a different man.
I am an Alien, have no papers, and nothing to show,
I am, Jesus, and one day soon you'll know.
O' and I am of no race, white, black,  yellow or brown,
So I guess you will try to kill me again when I come around.


Copyright © Jesse Martinez | Year Posted 2017


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vegan of convenience

I'm a Tree Huggin', Soy Chuggin',
I won't eat no meat
I'm a vegan of convenience,
Still, there's leather on my feet
I don't believe in lots of things
I'll protest and attack
But you won't find me out in front
'Cause I'll be in the back
I give money to my causes
Save the whales, electric cars
But I'm not one to lead the fight
"Cause I don't like the scars
Bricks get thrown alot you see
And those things bloody hurt
And I'm not a happy camper
When there's blood upon my shirt
I won't eat seeds of any sort
They get stuck in my teeth
My clothes are all from LL Bean
Except what's underneath
Way back in the sixties
I lived communaly
We ate only what the earth gave up
We didn't watch tv
As years passed by, our voices died
Our causes became much rarer
We sounded more like Manilow
Than Phil Ochs or Tom Lehrer
I choose fine wine over wheatgrass juice
I like leather and wear silk
I no longer go and get the goat
So we can have fresh milk
I'm a Tree Huggin', Soy Chuggin',
I won't eat no meat
I'm a vegan of convenience,
Still, there's leather on my feet
I don't believe in lots of things
I'll protest and attack
But you won't find me out in front
'Cause I'll be in the back
I've changed lots since the sixties
I'm a capitalist blood hound
If I said I'm a true vegan
My board would see me drowned
I used to wear just cotton
Hemp and caftans  and blue jeans
Leather shoes and belts and jackets
Were just not part of my scene
My friends, well, they grew up
And others stayed in touch
The ones with money see me
The others not so much
I used to go out jogging
Through the park in puma shoes
Now I workout in a private gym
Wearing nikes and with my  crew
You see I'm still a vegan
When it suits me, don't you see
My new girlfriend likes organic
And she's only twenty three
There's forty years between us
Though I've done it all before
When my girlfriend is not with me
I am a carnivore
I support all of her causes
Though most things I don't attend
I'll be a vegan of convenience
Until our courtship ends
Who knows, what then will happen
Will I eat Tofu or some chops
I know which way I'm leaning
We'll see how that one drops
Like I said when we first started
I am a vegan, so I am
But instead of eating quinoa
I'll stick to eggs and ham.
I'm a Tree Huggin', Soy Chuggin',
I won't eat no meat
I'm a vegan of convenience,
Still, there's leather on my feet
I don't believe in lots of things
I'll protest and attack
But you won't find me out in front
'Cause I'll be in the back


Copyright © roger turner | Year Posted 2018


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Race Is A Disgrace

I wanted to visit your land today,
Thought I'd bring joy and peace your way.
But as I was getting closer
A man pulled a gun from his holster.
He threw me down
And pinned my head to the ground.
Said, " You slimy bastard, look at you,
Trying to sneak into our land and start anew "
I responded, "Mister, you don't know who I am,
Let me explain so you can understand."
He then kicked my ribs, spat on my face,
Told me I was a disgrace to the human race.
He then got a rope, tied my feet to his bumper,
Said "O' guess who's going to be a happy camper?"
He dragged me through the desert steamy land,
He then stopped and beat me with his hands.
He then said," I'll leave you here for my friends to eat."
Then shouted," Come on down, buzzards, it's on me."
As he started to drive off
He saw the buzzards bringing down what seemed to be
cloth.
He then stopped, got off of his truck and to his disbelief,
He saw them with the cloth coming down towards me.
He shot his gun into the air,
Said, " I don't understand, but I'm going to kill you I swear!"
And continued, " Before I do, tell me who are you!"
I couldn't speak for I was badly cut, brused and almost dead,
I pointed towards the sky then he shot me in my head.
When I returned to my Father, He could not believe
The torture and the pain that again was done to me.
I don't know what my Father will do today or tomorrow,
But let it be known that your land has brought to Him much
Sorrow.
For I tried to say who I am, 
But I guess it wouldn't matter because I was still a different
man.
I am an Alien, have no papers, and nothing to show,
I am, Jesus, and one day soon you'll know.
O' and I am of no race, white, black,  yellow or brown,
So I guess you will try to kill me again when I come around.


Copyright © Jesse Martinez | Year Posted 2017


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Race Is A Disgrace

I wanted to visit your land today,
Thought I'd bring joy and peace your way.
But as I was getting closer
A man pulled a gun from his holster.
He threw me down
And pinned my head to the ground.
Said, " You slimy bastard, look at you,
Trying to sneak into our land and start anew "
I responded, "Mister, you don't know who I am,
Let me explain so you can understand."
He then kicked my ribs, spat on my face,
Told me I was a disgrace to the human race.
He then got a rope, tied my feet to his bumper,
Said "O' guess who's going to be a happy camper?"
He dragged me through the desert steamy land,
He then stopped and beat me with his hands.
He then said," I'll leave you here for my friends to eat."
Then shouted," Come on down, buzzards, it's on me."
As he started to drive off
He saw the buzzards bringing down what seemed to be
cloth.
He then stopped, got off of his truck and to his disbelief,
He saw them with the cloth coming down towards me.
He shot his gun into the air,
Said, " I don't understand, but I'm going to kill you I swear!"
And continued, " Before I do, tell me who are you!"
I couldn't speak for I was badly cut, brused and almost dead,
I pointed towards the sky then he shot me in my head.
When I returned to my Father, He could not believe
The torture and the pain that again was done to me.
I don't know what my Father will do today or tomorrow,
But let it be known that your land has brought to Him much
Sorrow.
For I tried to say who I am, 
But I guess it wouldn't matter because I was still a different
man.
I am an Alien, have no papers, and nothing to show,
I am, Jesus, and one day soon you'll know.
O' and I am of no race, white, black,  yellow or brown,
So I guess you will try to kill me again when I come around.


Copyright © Jesse Martinez | Year Posted 2017


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Race Is A Disgrace

I wanted to visit your land today,
Thought I'd bring joy and peace your way.
But as I was getting closer
A man pulled a gun from his holster.
He threw me down
And pinned my head to the ground.
Said, " You slimy bastard, look at you,
Trying to sneak into our land and start anew "
I responded, "Mister, you don't know who I am,
Let me explain so you can understand."
He then kicked my ribs, spat on my face,
Told me I was a disgrace to the human race.
He then got a rope, tied my feet to his bumper,
Said "O' guess who's going to be a happy camper?"
He dragged me through the desert steamy land,
He then stopped and beat me with his hands.
He then said," I'll leave you here for my friends to eat."
Then shouted," Come on down, buzzards, it's on me."
As he started to drive off
He saw the buzzards bringing down what seemed to be
cloth.
He then stopped, got off of his truck and to his disbelief,
He saw them with the cloth coming down towards me.
He shot his gun into the air,
Said, " I don't understand, but I'm going to kill you I swear!"
And continued, " Before I do, tell me who are you!"
I couldn't speak for I was badly cut, brused and almost dead,
I pointed towards the sky then he shot me in my head.
When I returned to my Father, He could not believe
The torture and the pain that again was done to me.
I don't know what my Father will do today or tomorrow,
But let it be known that your land has brought to Him much
Sorrow.
For I tried to say who I am, 
But I guess it wouldn't matter because I was still a different
man.
I am an Alien, have no papers, and nothing to show,
I am, Jesus, and one day soon you'll know.
O' and I am of no race, white, black,  yellow or brown,
So I guess you will try to kill me again when I come around.


Copyright © Jesse Martinez | Year Posted 2017


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Old Jackers



In the dictionary beside the word 'dementia' Is a picture of your man Jackers The description reads 'he's off his noodle' This man is totally crackers Not a sane thought in his whole damn noodle Couldn't handle it if there was Probably freak out and strip down naked Run hell bent from the fuzz Now Jackers shouldn't be judged too harshly He's really a gentle old soul Just that the years have caught up with old Jackers He's no longer the one in control So don't go feeling all depressed for this dude He's a real happy camper inside All he knows is he's loved by you friendlies And he's just along for the ride


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018


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Why are People So Cold and So Pent Up

Why are people so cold and so pent up?
im nothing like that.
I have always been a happy camper no matter what .
Perhaps it's the culture and perhaps not.
Maybe it is sharing of yourself and most cannot.
I'm happily married are you? 
Oh, I can see why. 
Why would anyone want your company? 
If you cannot even smile a bit or a lot?
Maybe you are a loner 
I can understand.
Maybe you have been hurt and afraid to try again
or maybe not.
Maybe you are sitting with your scotch and soda 
Weed and sorrow or maybe not.
You say im happy and to buzz off
Ok, I can see myself out
I just do not understand 
Most people are not like me.
And that of course is ok 
That's the way you want to be.
fine.
I noticed since my eyes are wide open and I can see
When I play music it has to be upbeat 
I stay away from them blues
If you know what I mean.

By Marc Acrich


Copyright © Marc Acrich | Year Posted 2018