Best Outing Poems
Dug deep down inside
and pulled out the memory file
about being a child
with my family for
a rare outing at Jones Beach,
we were all there with
my Moms picnic basket,
just in case we got hungry,
we'd eat one of her special treats,
My Mom didn't like the water
and especially the ocean,
so she sat on her beach towel,
applying suntan lotion,
the rest of us going for
a swim for some cool relief,
my Dad diving in first
to show his swimming techniques,
from how to tread water
if we couldn't land on our feet,
to how to cup our hands,
and stroke with our arms
in a nice easy rhythm,
I could tell my Dad was on
a teaching how to swim mission,
then some of us took a leisurely
stroll on the beach shore,
while some of us ran when
we noticed horseshoe crabs
eerily congregating,
my Dad picked a couple of them
up by their tail,
and after inspecting them
threw them way up in the air,
where they'd land somewhere
in one of the waves,
landing precariously with
a very loud splash,
I thought to my 7 year old self,
with pride and love in my heart,
my Dad is so very brave,
when were on the beach
he is my hero because
he makes me feel so safe!
Addendum: My deceased Dad was a terrific swimmer who worked as a police officer on a police boat for the Marine Bureau on Long Island, N.Y. from 1955-1985…rest in peace Dad. We love and miss you...
Maurice the frog was q###r; of this he had no doubt and all the lady frogs just made him yawn.
He sat all day on his lily pad, flicking his tongue at passing flies, with never a thought of ever wanting to spawn.
At night the pond was redolent with the sound of humping frogs, the 'revitting' would turn a young frog mad.
But, alas, poor Maurice's only joy was a male frog's fashion catalogue, bequeathed to him by his late, lamented dad.
And so he spent his idle hours with nary a care or frown, plodding along his solitary road.
Until the day in early spring his life turned upside down, on discovering he was, in fact, a toad.
This news, to him was quite a shock from a passing dragonfly, which alighted on a nearby flower frond.
‘You want to cross the road’, it said, ‘there's loads of toads like you having toady fun in their own toady pond’.
And from under his wing he produced a book, ‘Toads Only’, it said on the cover, Maurice turned to its centre pages eyes agog.
And there in Technicolor for all the world to see was a lady toad, spread-eagled on a log.
He was well and truly smitten as on her picture he did gaze, her bulging eyes as black as Yorkshire coal.
He thought about eating the dragonfly but quickly went off this, who needs fly when you can have toad in the hole.
So Maurice set off straight away, though the going was quite tough, the first leg almost gave him a heart attack.
But on the crest of the rise he could see the road and the toady pond beyond and was greeted by a passing Natterjack.
The uphill struggle behind him now his back legs found new spring, the going was much easier on the flat.
He thought of all the lady toads and the tadpoles they would have, another hop, another leap then - SPLAT!
The moral of this sorry tale is simple, short and sweet; the fairer sex will only make you cry.
Be happy in your own back yard, forget the frog and toad and next time - eat the dragonfly!
SEDONA OUTING
We're gathered in a little town
Somewhere in Arizona
The little town that got its name
From a lady called Sedona
A town that has a bunch of rocks
Like none you've ever seen
Along with trees with strange sounding names
Standing so lush and green
It boasts a national forest
Art galleries and fine resorts
And numerous national monuments
Attracting visitors of every sort
Folks come the whole world over
This famous town to see
With red rock canyons, splashing streams
And wildlife roaming free
The wonders of God's Creation
So awesomely unfold
Made for our enjoyment
Breathtaking to behold
Made by the God we all have served
For countless years combined
We now behold His beauty
Both stark and unrefined
Take in the sites of all you see
While here in Arizona
There's no place else on God's green earth
Like the beautiful town of Sedona
Curtis Moorman
1 October 2005
it was nice weather
we all got together
hand this plan
for a picnic stand
so we could dip
and pop some whips
on this
BUS OUTING TRIP
away from the norm
her and i become big kids
in a bigger world....
When Jesus burst on the fish scene,
Peter saw his net skills were quite keen.
"I don’t mean to be kvetching,
but as long as you’re catching,
can you make them both headless and clean?"
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Of course on his first encounter with Jesus, Peter had this to say:
“Go Away from Me, Lord, for I Am A Sinful Man!” (Luke 5:8)
Next day after the nightly match they hatched a plan
with the six of them piling into their van
arm wrestling going on in the back seat
the loser not wanting to admit defeat
On the way to their destination the van was swaying
with the driver from Asia doing a lot of praying
finally they arrived and disembarked
getting their coolers out which were well stocked
The six of them turned heads being recognized
with loud claps of thunder coming from their thighs
finding a good spot it took awhile for them to sit
gorging on watermelons spitting out the pits
Next they inhaled the hamburgers, hot dogs the whole feast
wanting a swim helping each other up on their feet
waddling down to the water was no piece of cake
on their way folks did quite a few double takes
That day there was a whole lot of shaking and chafing causing some grief
with sumarai wrestler buddha bellies sunbathing on the beach.
7-4-18
Writhe a worm
Fold of my arms
Global warm-ing
Squirming free from
Carriage ride
Chariot fire
Butterfly dye
My fair lady
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PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!
Soft whimsical wind rustles the tall trees
geese on the wing fly by in formation
honking and hooting, what a wretched din
glad as the noise fades and peace is returned
My journey today to reach the summit
a long harduous yet an enchanting climb
butterflies so pretty flutter around
clumps of flowers sprinkled along the path
The air so very sharp and crystal clear
to breathe it in gives me much pleasure
Fascinated I watch two young stags spar
each one is vying for supremacy
Cheerful rivulets and brooks babbling
cooling the sultry air, birds taking dips
nearly there now I have enjoyed the climb
at the top a most splendidious view
Stretched out in front of me tiny fields
forming patchwork quilt of varying hues
Little houses and farms nestling between
Lush emerald valleys with golden corn
I have enjoyed my outing in this place
of beauty and such peaceful solitude
a moment taken out of daily strife
the chance of a return to simple life
Upon a winter’s outing I
a lovely cottage did espy;
of lovely blues with snow atop.
How I would love to have stopped,
just for a chat with merry folk,
whose home of happiness bespoke.
Within my car, I sat and sketched,
this lovely winter blissfulness.
On tree branch, sat a bird, a’twitter;
he was cold but, clearly not bitter.
Blue spruces dotted white landscape,
red maples reveal buds, new-birthed.
Some cattails waved behind a hedge,
the half-scraped sidewalk invited guests,
as an old red fox, behind house lurked.
but I thought better of my artwork.
So I sketched all that I could,
finishing as twilight lowered its hood.
As moon peeped up from among the clouds,
I perused my sketch, head bowed;
A tap upon the window I heard.
Imagine the surprise that occurred
when owner of that lovely place,
invited me in for hot tea and cakes!
You Select Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
1-20-2023
(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)
Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in the sky - belay
ying at Macht shnel blazing
saddles laser optic speed
in a white horse open sleigh),
and plaudits of course
without moment's delay,
your husband Richard,
one hunger re
chap, who wolfed
down his entree
(who introduced me
to fictitious song
titled Richard, Cory),
plus Harris patriarch Boyce aye
aver as gregarious soon tub be
a nonagenarian papa,
also one grand dad dee
glad this sole son did see
our father (thou wart tin...)
maintains sharp mental
a cue witty,
which does not mean he
willoughby immortal
till et tern knit tee
since the gradual
onset of death I bee
leave actually begins at
birth, but whee
ving and bobbing
(like a sponge at sea)
waves each person
closer to thee
cosmic creator, or re:
incarnate tid (three
times a day) tis key
unless otherwise specified
(if questionable issue at stake,
sans not so ease zee
as apple pie with gray vee),
hence power of attorney
in demand, cuz
this brother-hood
generated bupkis, and made prithee
coon fuse, nary a whit,
asper executor signed...
yours True Lee!
i got a call
for us all
to load for a goal
of fun and run
it was a trio
where we would pop whil
and sim dip
it was exxiting
this
BUS OUTING
By foreshore brink
A curious think
The lakeside draught
Hurls icy stuff
Cold air swirls flair
To flush cold fare
We walk around
Chilly strides ground
Lovely flats here
Prompt cost most clear
Hot coffee sips
In a warm grip
Kingston foreshore
Now tells me more
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
THE SCHOOL OUTING
We all went down to the sea today
In a rickety yellow school bus.
Michelle and me, Danny and Sue,
Jason, Matilda and Gus.
As soon as we reached a sandy bay
We ran down the beach to the water.
Matilda slipped over and got her shoes wet,
The new ones her mother just bought her.
We saw lots of shells, urchins and crabs,
And fishes all swimming about.
Gus put sand down Michelle’s back.
You should have heard her shout!
Jason and Danny said that they saw a whale,
A humpback, or maybe a blue.
I saw a sea lion quite near the shore,
As well as a small shark or two.
We found lots of seaweed and slippery kelp,
Pebbles and fossils and rocks.
Got sand in our hair, sand in our shoes,
Wet trousers, wet skirts and wet socks.
We sang all the way while on our way home
In our rickety yellow school bus.
Michelle and me, Danny and Sue,
Jason, Matilda and Gus.
Out on a trip,
Feel breezy air;
Fun gets a grip,
Cheer funds free flair.
Here we go west,
With this fond spree;
Work up clear zest,
Good times roll free.
Some time to trace,
Moments to while;
Here face to face
With easy smiles.
Here by this lake,
A park walkway;
Brief stroll we take,
Watch the trees sway.
Sit by this bench,
Silence speaks well;
See sunbeams drench,
Spread sleepy spell.
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore