Best Sightseers Poems

Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren...

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The very first week of every October
Bright yellow, orange, amber, purple and red
Splash artistry on New Hampshire’s White Mountains
As the tourism season comes to a head

North Conway’s old railroad station is abuzz
Men in traditional conductor attire
Escort sightseers to seats with pane-free windows
To peer out at...

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Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins were so excited and Dragon was always eager to please.
But he had to do it right, no matter whatever the...

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The cherry blossom over the Osaka River in Osaka city,
Keeps the castle overhead mesmerized in its beauty,
The pink and white blossom sparkle and shine on nice Spring Day,
Like the stars glowing from supernova in an explosive way.

The spring has heralded its arrival in a magnificent...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she spatters and splashes
slivers of saffron, sepia and sienna shades,
slapdash over the sedentary summer scene, sending
sightseers silly!  Soon, spooky spectres...

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Lake, Pond, and Kettle

The lake is glistening beneath the sun,
and paddle boats leave ripples in the light. 
The sky above, a lovely turquoise blue
with fluffy cotton-candy clouds in sight.

Sightseers settle on the wooden porch;
from rocking chairs, survey the lovely views.
While others, by the pond of...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the best option was a renegotiation of trade affairs and markets....

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Castles and mansions such tourist attractions
Buses carrying the flocks
Of sightseers a many
Cameras flashing at old Big Ben
Back streets full of litter and broken men
Bottles empty after another cold night
The beauty of poverty, empty wind swept dirty street roads
That fills one with loneliness and sadness
For all...

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When everything starts going awry
No qualms in acceding to a special mortal, no matter how grouchy

All gospels on controlling sentiments go down the drain
Blessed and cursed simultaneously like an ounce of hydration in a desert of sand

Seemingly the only logical thing
Belies all the comments on...

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On this peaceful land where we live comfortably 
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon, 
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness 
to spot the games to hunt in the changing...

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My father raised roses from the very root
     they grew in straight, taunt, magnificent shoots.
They stretched high determined to touch the sky’s very brink
     in blooms of mammoth reds, whites, yellows and pinks.
They caught the eye with...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were waved through the main gate and headed onto the main runway and pulled up by a small jet.
"This is it...

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The day started
as a breeze without tracks
in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn;

But days come without warranty,
of things starting right,
remaining that way;

For soon after sunset
this breeze had metamorphosed
into a locomotive,
following a northeasterly path,
its only tracks, were of devastation in its wake;

Dawn, brought with it,...

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12th Street

The curtain rises, the stage light
beams on the darkest street in town.
On a hot night, 12th street lives.
The old abandon buildings jump
with jazz, hot rock, and laughter.
Transient stars appear in glittering gowns,
poising for sightseers and seekers,
modeling down the rubble grey stage
with eyes that call,...

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Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and two sailors sailed on
On a boat with the rent haggled...

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