Best Jamborees Poems

Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
to lie flat...

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It isn’t the big celebrations,
Enormous dinners or huge gifts.
Parties never rouse foundations,
Jamborees or festivals.
It isn’t the life-sized creations,
Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs.

It’s the little things, a gentle expression,
When hearts meet in the deserts,
When dreamers discover their profession,
When simple reaches into the heart,
Pulls out a...

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Give them clear mountain lakes,   
And kid-friendly swimming holes,	
Rafts, rowboats, and canoes;        
Dads and sons with fishing poles.
Give them clear night skies,          
Filled with just enough moonlight	
To...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship, 
lately I have been preoccupied with my etymological research,
it is important to President Jefferson, an anthropologist
that we...

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Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl

So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks
Unruly neighbor holding night...

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Give  them  clear    mountain   lakes,   	
Kid-friendly  swimming  holes,	
Rafts,  canoes,  and  sailboats;        	
Dads  and  sons  with  fishing-poles.	
Give  them  clear...

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Barn’s beauty doth now seem out of place
Holding but memories of someone’s page

Lone relic image of the days gone by
Of many tears, fears, trouble and toil

Perhaps joys of many jamborees
The echoes of the times would remember

All the whole wide world be but a stage
A personal...

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IF ever I had a country : XXVII -  XXVIII

                                  XXVII

IF...

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“Relics and Memories”

Lone relic image of the days gone by,
Of many tears, fears, trouble and toil,
Depressions, obsessions and blessings,
Perhaps simple children and castor oil!

The joys of  the many jamborees,
The echoes of the times would remember,
One of the most favorite comes to mind,
All the Christmases...

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8/26/16

It's not always easy to hit the mark with what you'd like to orchestrate
Certain materials beginning to corrugate
Meanwhile not everything is able to correlate

How can I believe?
If it's something I haven't seen?
Across the lands and seas
People having jamborees
Near and far from areas with Chimpanzees

Past expiration...

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yarrow jamboree is five syllables
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Summer Jamboree

summer jubilee
 carnival spun in saffron ~
  long lemonade days

fields of sunflowers
glow like golden ocean waves ~
  summer fiesta

black-eyed susans spread
 into arid wilderness ~
  highway troubadours

drops of sunlight in 
 meadows of dandelions ~
  festivals...

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LOVE

There is a question and thought
Running in my thinking lane
It's a thought from Maggie
I know love is real it's not magic

What can you say about Bonny and Clyde
Two thieves bound in a thing called love
Will you laugh or cry about the Titanic
Tell me did it...

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Let us go to Amusement Parks
To lay new sorrows on their feet:
With sighs show sorrows’ tiger marks
And have them make sad stories sweet…

Let us go to Amusement Parks
For more exciting ways to greet
Keep asked appointment with the Clarkes
And dare to Melancholy beat…

Let us go to...

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I passed this way so many days 
and wondered on the by way;
who had opened, what had filled
the gap within the shed's bay.

The opening small in the wall
at once so spare and luring,
like crooked teeth in gap toothed maw 
now held field mice burrowing.

Barn boards...

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Pursuing springtime walking sprees
beside our dog, beneath the trees,
I oft detected some unease
amongst the birds and buzzing bees
as echoed by flat monodies
of clicking, clacking, knocking knees
(forsooth, reversed parentheses)
resounding pained discordant keys,
confusing triplets’ twos and threes
as if the tunes were meant to tease
with awkward stilted harmonies.

I...

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