Best Sightsee Poems
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
There was an old camel from Bahrain
who sought adventures far off in Spain.
He made plans to sightsee
and ordered cups of tea
then danced the flamenco on the plane.
Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
ADVENTUROUS WOMANLife is to live and to chill in.
Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living.
Do not worry about crazy ass leaders in your country.
Law abides and that should tell them something.
If it does not, oust.
Egypt has done this to two.
Adventurous the world maintains.
You want to sightsee life insanely.
Skydiver you are.
You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives.
A political escapade you have partook.
You are foreign blood from the United States.
This is your family origin and you want to connect.
Therefore, you donate to the cause to project.
Exploitation you do not mind.
You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines.
No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live.
Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus.
You will enjoy life and all its trinkets.
____________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!
Kermit went into space one day aboard that illustrious rocket X.
Miss Piggy wasn’t far behind, so as to be there with her man.
Those W.I.E.R.D. frogs of mine, came along, hitching, for the ride.
Can you imagine what any aliens would think, finding them inside?
Of course, they were heading straight to Mars, for first contact with that face.
Then off, to sightsee near the North Pole, to check out that great worm place.
They expect to hitch a ride from there, from the aliens… to view Saturn’s rings.
Then off for a jaunt to Alpha Centauri to find that lost family of Robinson’s.
If only our great government could’ve got their act together… Perhaps…
They could’ve done the exact same thing. But Nooo, they’re impossibly set.
And of course, Miss Piggy can take the blame if public relations… become upset.
We really don’t want the first people aliens see, to be our crazy Congress, yet.
The W.I.E.R.D frogs can be most entertaining, as they croon out modern songs.
Singing in acappella, with break dancing will add a great touch, as they go along.
I’m sure, old Kermit can curtail Miss Piggy, so the aliens get a word in edgewise.
And with his endearing personality, I’m sure they’ll become great alien… allies.
Business tour
Spell of work
Site inspection
As I ramble,
A sightsee
Days are sedulous,
Night of seclusion
Though at
My own house,
Familiar bed
Is my associate
Comrades in arms,
Retire
Retreat
But no sleep,
Eventually must
I acquiesce,
Back home,
Contented I ease
With your essence,
At peace
With myself,
Make peace
Keep the peace,
Addicted to you
Honey,
I am home!!
"A husband's feelings imagined
while away from wife at work
and as he arrives back home"
See me swinging in the Family Tree
I'm sure my eyes are filled with glee
Won't you climb up here with me
Just to know, what it is, I see
A Family, whose love is free
And listens, to my every plea
They'll help you out, then drink Iced Tea
But, they are the Breathe of Life in me
Up here, sheltered in its lee
We're protected and loved, to all degree
Sometimes, it just might get windy
But, we'll climb up and just sightsee
So please, my dove, come nest with me
Life without you, cannot be
So, I hope, you will agree
When I say " I'll spend life with thee."
If you will consent, to marry me
I'll go running, for that old church key
Maybe kids, in time, we'll see
Just swaying and loving in Our Family Tree
Alliteration #2:
SURREAL
Sense sweet soul stirrings
Feel flavours fleeting
Realise rapture's rooms
Being blesses bloom
Claim cheer's charming choice
Promise piquant poise
Fleeting form figures
Lasting love lingers
Taste troubling tensions
Aim artful action
Plunder primal poise
Value vibrant voice
Silence splurges stains
Stillness sows sweet strains
Sightsee simple seer
Quiet query queues *****
Zooming zealous zest
Freedom feasting fest
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 March 2015
Singapore
Feel fancy flow feed flavours free
Sweet secrets show succinct sightsee
Glimpse grandeur's glow graciously
Bear blooms bright blessing boom
Zooming zesty zeal zooms
Gifts grafts grand groom
Charm calm choice
Please poise
Voice
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2016
Singapore
JUST WANTED A GLIMPSE
Just wanted to get a glimpse of you
But I don’t know why you’re so far away
What have I done wrong, not to see you?
All I ask for is a dose of you, every day.
Just wanted to hear that hypnotizing voice,
Your voice that makes me feel in heaven.
What did I do to hear every noise?
Except yours, so smoky, and always on key.
Just wanted to see that bright face,
Cute smile, rosy cheeks, pretty eyes.
I’m trying to catch up with your pace,
To see those dark wavy hair in summer air.
It’s just like you and I playing rodeo,
Running swiftly up and down the hillside.
I’m the sheriff, but I guess it’s your luck,
You get away and far out of my sight.
Just wanted to sightsee that indescribable look,
My angel’s warm smile that melts me down.
You’re walking majestically in my storybook,
My prince charming strolling in my town.
Just wanted a last glimpse of you,
But now that I know how impossible it is,
I’ll just live in flashbacks of you.
Till I get one last glimpse of you…
"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow
Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee
These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree
The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores
I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack
A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....
First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"
#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
Click on
"About This Poem"
Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said that near the quicksand, lived a ghost back in the swampland,
ghost of Boggy Creek always abound.
Curiosity engulfed me, through the bog I yearned to sightsee,
learning for myself the swamp’s mystique.
In the backwoods shadows shaping, Cypress trees with grey moss draping;
eerie was the scene at Boggy Creek.
Sights and sounds were so alarming, fear of finding something harming,
making me to feel so very weak.
In the dark I wandered wading, light of day was slowly fading,
slowly fading was the summer breeze.
Wading through the swampy water, searching for the spectral squatter
squatting in the swamp amongst the trees.
In the shadows echoes screeching, piercing screams my ears were reaching,
eerie screams that brought me to my knees.
‘mongst the Cypress lurked a vision, eerie figure prompts decision,
my decision turn around and run.
Running faster, screeches blaring, right behind the image glaring,
thinking that my life was almost done.
Suddenly was in the clearing, left behind the ghoul was jeering,
jeering for more terrorizing fun.
In the clear, my sweat was dripping, from the chase as ghost was nipping,
nipping ever closer to my soul.
In the sky the moon was waning, my composure was regaining,
gaining back my strength from ghoulish troll.
Ne’er again will I go wading, in the bog, ghouls haunt invading,
tempting fate in baleful boggy bowl.
It’s been forty years since searching, boggy mash for demons lurching,
hoping just to get a ghostly peek.
No more do I have a yearning, to this bog won’t be returning,
wondering about this swamp’s mystique.
I will tell you that the legend, never ever should be questioned,
after showdown deep in Boggy Creek.
sometime in winter
i must choose hibernation
wanna sleep the rest of my life away
i am stuck at this dead end to the point where choice is an inanimate object out of fashion
blue snowflakes fall
i must choose separation
wanna hide the rest of my life in the broken elevator of life
i am trapped in this bottomless pit of icky, sweat soaked sewage
somehow at the county line of spring solstice
i must choose reawakening
wanna refuel my jet engine wings and uselessly sightsee my life till death
i am forever connected to this shiftless symbolism usually avoided by both man and beast alike
The Lava Flows
The lava flows of Hawaii,
Fresh surrounds of a coral sea,
A fern forest midst rising mist,
Place where orchids and sweethearts tryst,
Tempestuous flames apogee.
Entertaining birds are carefree,
Verdant vales, mountain trails, sightsee,
Paradise echoes beauty's gist,
The lava flows.
People observe Queen's Jubilee,
As a Sun shines in Gemini,
Natural forces do persist,
Beauty endures as we exist,
Unmistakably we foresee,
The lava flows.
2020 February 15
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND no 680,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 8 syllables per + 2 lines x 4 syllables per = 112 syllables total
The things I should have done,
the things I’ve yet to do;
Moving slow and steady
is still moving forward;
Hyped and more than ready;
The things I should have done,
directions can be changed;
Hard swerve and course correct;
Follow your pounding heart,
never say it’s too late;
The things I should have done?
Learn flexibility;
A detour in the road
leads you somewhere unplanned;
Pause a moment, sightsee.