Best Resorts Poems

A woman’s decision to choose should
Never have been a matter for the courts
A woman knows, for her, what is best to do
When facing the realities...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and...

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JAFFNA MY JAFFNA
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All I could see from where I am now,
Jaffna my birth place,
Core of my heart.
So I took my thoughts six decades back,
And saw...

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GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING...

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Wandering past the boundaries of his small reservation,
Crescent Moon saw the land of his ancestors’ generation.

Tales handed down spoke of vast plains where buffalo used...

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The Orange-hair Man makes great cents
Under the Treasury fence
They call his tunnel
"Trump Resorts Funnel"
We all want dollars but get Pence...

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More of this, more of that
    Fifty dogs, a hundred cats
  Never satisfied, never enough
    A card sharp,...

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Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they...

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Blue sky eastward kisses a glistening green sea,
Golden sand stretches endlessly on before me.
Cry’s of gulls and sounds of waves gently rolling,
Promise a day filled...

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Destination,
         Tampa
               ...

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With painted face and silent smiles they light the night so dim,
Oblivious to their stalker and his diabolic whim.
They'd come to sunny Florida to flee...

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I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's...

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My passion for the last 10 years,
is unlike none I've had before!
It brings me untold pleasure,
there's no pasttime, I love more!

Sailing the Caribbean, on a...

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What glows in beauty
Like this flawless nature
In the stunning 'super moon'
Indeed a relic of divinity
When it comes this close
Thrills us with its moonlight


From savanna resorts...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood...

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