Best Picnic Poems
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
[Written during a twelve hour power cut caused by
Storms this past winter]
The storm that arrived in the depth of the night
Got even worse with the new morning’s light
Although I presumed that they’d already know
I contacted the electricity co
I asked if they knew the whole town had gone dark
Are you fixing it or just having a lark
I think that I upset the man on the phone
He told me to wear a coat inside my home
Just listen to me, I said to the geezer
I think you should know I’ve got a dead freezer
Without any leccy it’s gonna defrost
And all of its contents are gonna be lost
We’re trying to sort it all out said the man
But I would suggest that you eat what you can
So I checked the freezer to sort out my tea
My cooker is gas which is lucky for me
I made my selection from my warming freezer
Fish fingers and chips… and ice cream and pizza
Sausages, drumsticks, a tasty rib-eye
Two rocket lollies, a steak and ale pie
Some prawns that I think have defrosted before
(I’m still gonna eat them because I’m not sure)
Some old sausage rolls from Christmas last year
A fisherman’s pie I’d forgotten was here
Another small pizza with awful fake cheese
An out of date bag full of freezer burned peas
Four quarter pounders and thinly sliced beans
I think I might loosen the belt of my jeans
The skies filled bulbously with
gray-filled clouds.
We rested on God's daisy blanket,
laughing out loud.
Some nice fresh water from God's
own sink?
We laid back in utter joy, setting up
glasses to catch such a blessed...
Heavenly drink.
September 24, 2019
In a secluded tidy sandy bay
In the delightful month of May
My love and I spent a whole day.
I had to show without delay
And thus, my feelings would convey
That my love was not hearsay.
I gave her a lovely bouquet,
With a red rose, a fragrant spray,
Bubbly champagne for her birthday,
Delicacies I had to pay
And fruit we ate without delay.
Celebrate her fine soul so gay.
Pure happiness for us that day.
How we kissed and sang, mere child's play.
Ran across the sand, a mock fray.
Admired the flight of a lone jay,
We rested under the sun's ray,
Then plunged into the sea to stay
Until crimson evening we'll lay.
Time up but happy for the day,
Retired to our rented chalet.
Note: The CYO is the Catholic Youth Organization for teens. Really enjoyed all the
activities they held, especially the hayride picnic!
The teenage girls brought baskets filled with food
While the boys braced for a romantic mood
I packed turkey and some rolls
But my basket, it had holes
Brushed off my mate’s gestures, not to be rude
The full harvest moon shone brightly above
And other couples were pursuing love
Pete and I dated for years
I, a virgin, filled with fears
Erotic moments he felt deprived of
So as I fumbled through my worn basket
Pete saw me as virginity’s mascot
The turkey, it was still there
Rolls had fallen out, but where?
I dove into the hay, the rolls to get
Peter dove too and the carriage did sway
Though I wasn’t ready for his “squeeze play”
I sought only food’s treasure
This picnic proved a pleasure
That’s how I got my first roll in the hay
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Picnic Time” Contest. Some truth to this, but Peter was still
feeling "deprived" after the hayride.
This Is No Picnic
We packed up the grill and my uncle took us to the lake
I was hoping for a burger, maybe even a juicy steak
Amazed was I to see the cooler packed with frozen shrimp
What kind of picnic is this? My smiling lips went limp
“Stop pouting,” said Uncle Tim, tossing me a fishing pole
“This here lake is filled with huge trout. It’s the best fishing hole”
If we wanted to eat lunch, first we would have to catch it
Seems his picnic invitation this info did omit
The hours dragged past and we hadn’t had a single bite
Our clan was growing hungry and grandma seemed uptight
So she took charge and lit the grill in spite of Tim's protests
But he could not do battle with her so he acquiesced
Mosquitoes were drawn to scents of shrimp on the barbecue
Then a horde of hornets found our camp and buzzed on through
We screamed and scurried about to avoid their bites and stings
Till Uncle Tim doused the grill and took us to Burger King
He ordered burgers to go, placed a blanket on our lawn
Till this day we still laugh at the antics we’d undergone
Written for Carol Brown's Picnic Time contest
pies on tartan rugs
before Spring dandelions bloom
- early yard picnic
As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree
Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me
I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find
To give to Mr. Chipmunk while he sat on his behind
I found a bag of peanuts that would suit him very well
I watched him crack them open as he threw away the shell
Down ran another chipmunk to join in for the feast
But she was very cautious, I guess she thought I was a beast
I said hello to Mrs. Chipmunk as she puckered up her cheeks
But she ate so many peanuts that she really couldn't speak
Down ran baby chipmunk as curious as can be
To join in for the picnic; oh my god, now there are three
After they had eaten they had left some peanut trails
Then they chirped to tell me thank you and they wagged their little tails
I'll see you all tomorrow, I want you all, to please come back
I'll bring some peanut butter if you'd like another snack
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"The Sleeping Man at the Picnic"
What dreams this man has
to escape a world
where his humanity
is a contagion
soldier ants swagger
holding gangster guns
he’s counting numbers
to avoid the dream
of the one he
shares with
the innocence
of children
Outside the turmoil
we are a pin prick
of light in the
eye of God’s needle
Inside us
the threads of
a road to an
interior universe
so much vaster
unexplored
Our lives
are optical
illusions
We are
all sleeping
at the Picnic
Lost
in the purpose of dreaming
Searching
for the rhetoric in meaning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
The picnic was set for today:
A cause for two hips and hooray.
With Split and Blueberry,
Their time would be merry
That’s if nothing got in their way…
The deviled eggs had to come first,
‘Cause a picnic without them’s the worst.
They proceeded to beg
The hens for some eggs,
And boiled them when they were submersed.
But when Bat and Gat started to pack,
Their picnic plans went off the tracks.
It was almost Bat’s fault,
Since the pepper and salt
Hadn’t made it yet into the sack.
The only thing they had to do
Was to pick up their friends Split and Blue.
With a rabbit and goat,
And their deviled egg tote,
They could hike to the overlook view.
Well, the eggs made a pretty nice spread
When added to Split’s honey bread.
But, sitting down eating,
An unwelcome greeting
Then filled them with terror and dread.
’Twas the sound of a huge rattlesnake;
What a racket that rattle did make!
Though none could find him
Out front or behind them,
Poor Blue and Split started to shake.
Then Gat sprung away like the breeze,
And spied him from up in the trees.
She pointed to Bat
Where the rattler was at,
And told everyone else to freeze.
Yikes, the snake tried to strike at his knees;
Bat evaded his strike with great ease.
Quick did a side-stepper,
And doused him with pepper,
And the rattlesnake started to sneeze!
Well, that was the end of the battle;
They all could now safely skedaddle.
The pepper, in fact
Brought such an attack
That his sneezes set off his rattle!
They all walked home in the sun,
And all had turned out to be fun.
An eggcellent day!
Yes, hip, hip hooray!
Bat and Gat, hero cats, number one!
Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.
Mayo
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.
Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?
A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.
Please put them on
If mine you’re making.
Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?
I want to picnic at the shore and put my feet in the sand
And watch the restless waves give themselves to the land...
I need to feed the gulls and smell the bite of the sea
Watch the path of passing ships and dream of you and me...
I shall walk by the surf and search for treasures rare
Smiling at the thought that Neptune threw them there....
I'll wrap myself in memories of my picnic by the sea
The day I spent dreaming dreams of you and me....
For the Picnic contest...
Picnic time Aussie style
Picnic time 12 noon, is dinner time
Was had beside the river
We would grill our lamb chops
On pieces of fencing wire
Quartpot was all a quiver
Tea was cast into the old Quartpot
When the water almost boiled
And boiling tea still I can see
Tastes different I recall
Building the fire
watch the death adders ire
if you pick him up with the wood
foot long death, invisible yes
city dwellers often caught, it’s not good
If the Geegar ant gets in your pants (tiny black ant)
You will know he is there in a bit
And the Bullant one inch
Will bite like a pinch (pain)
His mates will attack,
you are it Don Johnson
Ah yes them little geegars
will bite n smite you well
and bullants come like an army
advancing into hell
If you get ants in your pants
it is no fun, the geegars are biting now
you are grabbing gripping awful ants
until you get the cow
Yes little death adder you don't see till you step on him, then both ends
head and tail strike at your foot. If you saw em first you stomped on the head.
The Brown snake the most common you will see, his head neck can flare
a bit like old Cobra, and he will kill you quicker......cheers mate.....Don
Life was never meant to be a fairytale
But rather a copulation of incidents
That improves our knowledge base
By creating experiences to learn from
Life is more like a picnic
Good food, entertaining company
A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze
Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy
But with each picnic a few blips must enter
No equation is precise when there are variables
Insects invade; ants swarm as well as bees
Flies in the fruit and sticks and stones beneath the rug
Then there is the picnic when nothing goes right
You brought the food but not the drinks
A storm brews over the lake blowing a cold breeze
Bringing with it a drenching downpour in its wake
Life is only what you make of each experience
Laugh in the face of adversity but cry when you must
Regroup when plans change or life takes a sudden dive
Plan for tomorrow but don’t forget today
Play in the rain when life sends you a storm
Study the flowers that entice the bees to roam
Clean away the sticks and stones that block your daily paths
Drink the wine of life that brings passions to your soul
Give freely of yourself but take time relax
Work hard to achieve, playing just as hard to enjoy
Accept who and what you are, tolerating even the flaws
You cannot change what is, but you can improve from within
Each breath you draw, each day you awaken
These are gifts to not take lightly
It is not through others that you achieve or succeed
But rather, in the belief, that you can prosper by who you have become
Whittchurch picnic, favorite days with my relatives,
Many years ago, a beautiful picnic by the lake.
We had a nice picnic table by the lake,
Our brother Tom found this magnificent place, thanks Tom.
Good company and delicious foods,
i have a picture of this good experience at home.
We bought a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and
received a complimentary beach ball,
The children enjoyed playing with the beach ball, they would toss that to and fro.
Tom with young Patrick, Frieda and his wife Gail,
Mom with her sons Kirk and Erik and grandfather Wolf and grandmother Erika.
We had sunny beautiful weather especially for our picnic,
Went for a walk, a seldom excellent place.
I like to recalling these experiences,
Days with my relatives, very harmonius.
Years later I visited my parents and their spacious trailer at Terra Cotta,
Our mother was waiting to greet us with a glass of champagne.
They have beautiful walkways,trees and chipmunks and squirrels,
What a scenic place to visit.
The traditional old-fashioned picnic is very popular,
We have many good experiences with our relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz