Best Tour Poems
The Magical Mystery Tour (#Beatles)
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freely transported
to realms of exuberance
psychedelia
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Visual #1
18th February, 2016
Contest: Instant Telegram
Sponsor: Nathan D.
On Tour
To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I am reborn.
Like a dart thrown on a map, may it land in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco
Among the snow-capped peaks, I'd breathe the air of eagles, frozen in awe
Wind whistling with legato, birds beneath quietly chirping their song in pizzicato
I would like nothing more than to remain here in this place, a place to withdraw.
Before I bounced from this terrestrial ball I'd have to party in Spain
One last hurrah flying first class to Ibiza
One last adrenaline rush, amped with red bull, taunting bulls with eyes bloodstained
One last expression from this American, perhaps a spending spree with a visa.
When the night has come and I should travel no more
Take me back home and bury me in earth's floor
16th March 2017 -Where I Want to Go contest entry
Joining a tour you meet people
Who may not be like you at all –
Politically, age-wise and maybe
With views that repel or appall.
Religion’s another divider
As well as the places you live
And quickly, you’ll learn who’s not social
Or those who have much they can give.
But mostly, the group comes together,
Conversing and laughing despite
All the differences that are apparent
To all from the very first night.
The young and the old, the Christians and Jews,
The urban and rural-type folk
Connect as they share in their journey,
Enough to enjoy the same joke.
Of course, the director’s a factor,
Uniting his charges until
There’s sufficient concern for each other
That some friendships may form (and they will).
At the end, though, with hugs and “Safe travels!”
The tour group, at last, must disperse,
Their experience richer for meeting
Fellow travelers truly diverse.
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more:
girl group sings the hits their fans adore.
Their moves and harmonies strong;
the crowds sing along,
they know each
song -
words that reach
every heart. No wrong
notes - they know they all belong
on stage, soaking up the frenzied roar:
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more!
On my bike, fifteen gears by derailleur
I set off on my trip round Australia
But the weather was hot
Blisters grew on my bot
So the journey became quite a failure
On the Champ de Mars
(Beehive of activity)
Stands an engineering feat
Of latticed design
Ridiculed architecture
That survives the test of time.
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Form structure: 5-7-7-5-7-7
A 6 line Choka
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Contest: Choka Me
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Placed: 6th
"Tour of Duty"
go forth and conquer
go forth and multiply
we are taught like
good little madams,
it’s fed to us right
(not left) from the get go
down our throats,
it’s ingrained
in the majority of us,
then, rank and file,
off we go, deligently
we march towards
that evocative thing promised,
Love calls us keenly,
Love calls us softly,
Love like communion,
green gardens wild daisies
crowns worn like halos,
loves me, loves me not,
loves me not, loves me,
planted and naively bedded,
we dance that dance,
into the seductive arms
of faith and chance, a wanton war
romancing our womanhood,
we roll over like puppies
our upturned faces
and stomachs stroked,
being fed red apples
like simpletons in a
moist ripe bed of roses,
sprinkled with the holy water
of keeping the win for keepsakes
framed and parked on a wall
like stag horns, momentos
of a past well worn,
our competitive
strip poker smiling faces
the blue ribbons adorned
and mounted like
miss congeniality,
good girls
wagging tails,
then feeding
children spoonfuls
of honey,
to do it all
over again
obedience
only lasts so
long
so long
tours of duties
so long
good girls
take notes
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Our love is like Gilligan's Island
but what we have is so much more
And to all the girls that I've loved before
they are but Brady Bunches on three hour tours
Cheers to the ladies on that Island
but you're my "Mary-Ann" and my "Movie Star"
come take my hand-in-hand, with candy tan
you're the best of both worlds, but much better by far
I have "Profess"ed to be your "Skipper"
tho' I'm "Thurston" for you like I do Mrs. Howell,
when you "Lovey" dove me with coconuts,
I can't help but go nuts, NOW GET ME A TOWEL!~~
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CLASSIC TELEVISION SHOW= Gilligan's Island
NAME= JSLambert
*Note: this Rhyme was written as a love letter-ish type of thang:) I hope ya' don't mind the weirdness of it all~:)JSL
It's time for our yearly garden tour.
My yard is one of the chosen.
Folks will be coming through to view
by the few or by the dozen.
I'll be serving the tantalizings,
sandwiches sized in tete-tete,
edible flowers as salads,
along with tea at every plate.
Paeonia and papavers
And rosa of every shade,
the bright pinks and reds and yellows, dazzle
and have not yet begun to fade.
To protect our flora we must forbid
that you bring your dog or careless kid.
Guatemala Tour
The Mayan’s were the focus
Of our Guatemala stop
We saw some ancient ruins
Had a lunch and stopped to shop
That there describes the outline
Of any tours you take
But the devil’s in the details
In the memories you make
Again we took a bus ride
This time the streets were paved
We passed twice through a village
The natives smiled and waived
Our tour guide was part Mayan
Her native outfit worn
She told us of the coffee plants
And how Chiclets gum was born
We passed active volcanoes
Smoke poured from perfect cones
And ancient rock formations
An ancient god in stones
We got up to the ruins
Saw a model of the site
That let us see just where they lived
And where they learned to fight
Some temples were uncovered
Some were buried still
We saw a death-match ball field
It gave us all a chill
We got to climb the stair steps
Where ancient rites took place
And walk there in the footsteps
Of the ancient Mayan race
We even saw some Mayans
In a private ritual pray
Asking their gods for guidance
In the ancient Mayan way
There were fires on the altar
There were flowers all around
We were privileged to observe them
There on that sacred ground
The ruins were inspiring
So old and so pristine
These ancient Mayan ruins
Were the best things we had seen
The ride back was a long one
We had to stop for lunch
With home-made fried tortillas
Fire-charred chicken with a crunch
We walked along the shops there
Some bought souvenirs
This was a trip we’ll talk about
For many, many years
Blueberries and raspberry bushes
Lush green forests
great riches and delights
The mighty mountains towering white dressed
An exclusive experience
The ground rumbles
The sky becomes dark and the earth glows red
Gas collects ... in the stomach
The explosion is near
However, this was only a small fart
04.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The tulips and daffodils
have bloomed en masse,
in the surrounding fields.
The tourists who came to
enjoy them, have gone away.
March and April brought
excitement to our ordinarily
placid lives, but we are glad
to get back to normalcy.
May is almost here and will
undoubtedly bring warmer days.
Our gardens will take over
the spotlight and the big fields
will be populated with large
farm machinery busily working
up the ground and with famers
planting other, less exotic crops.
It is a relief to be able
to take a quick dash to town
for groceries or supplies
without being held up by
clogged roads from the
cars of expectant visitors.
Our spring was exceptionally
early this year and many of
the flower hungry tourists
came too late to see them
in their highest glory.
Indeed, some of the blooms
had been topped already
by the diligent bulb growers.
In our yards and gardens,
lilacs are in bloom,
rhododendrons and azaleas
are coming into their full beauty
and perennial and annual baskets
are decorating our homes.
Peonies and Asiatic poppies
are blazing in the sun.
Our valley is still beautiful
and you are invited
to come again for a more
relaxed and less frantic visit.
Written: 4/25/16
an australian tour guides slang
when confronted by a gang
better not be bold
and get home when told
or mate you get boomerang.
Costa Rica Tour
Sit right back and I’ll tell you all
About our recent trip
Somewhere in Costa Rica
We left our cruise line ship
The bus ride – uneventful
Out through the country side
The vistas were fantastic
Then came the bumpy ride
The bus jerked to the left side
Then right back to the right
Those seated at the windows
Received a dreadful sight
On the left side was a rock wall
The other naught but air
And with each bump the bus took
We feared we’d end up there
The road up through the forest
Was narrow and was steep
With hair-pin turns and pot holes
And ruts that ran feet deep
We left the bus and took a walk
Through forest’s canopy
A Toucan, a king Vulture
Were two birds we did see
Then over in the distance
Up there among the trees
Suspension bridges crossed a gorge
And there were three of these
At first some folks were nervous
The tension you could feel
Then one by one we crept across
These swinging trails of steel
Then half way through the first one
We ran into some bees
They stung us in our elbows
They stung us in our knees
With flailing arms and legs we fought
The bridge began to swing
Somehow we made it over
Despite the swing and sting
The next bridge was a swinger
Much more so then the first
And once across that swing bridge
We hoped it was the worst
But number three was high and long
And appeared need of repair
It bounced, it swung, it creaked and moaned
So high up in the air
And once across, we turned around
And crossed that bridge again
Back to the buss after that walk
We gladly climbed back in
And then it rained, and rained some more
Then the heavens opened wide
Down muddy roads in pouring rain
The bus and we did slide
We stopped then in a garden
Our noon time meal we had
That native food sure hit the spot
And wasn’t all that bad
With rice and beans and chicken broiled
And ever so much more
Out on a porch, out of the rain
It warmed us to the core
And when the rain let up a bit
The garden we explored
The fan palms and the waterfall
Were simply just adored
All that was left, the bus ride back
To board our cruise line ship
And that concludes the story of
Our Costa Rica trip
Headed for the tower
Watch the legs supply the power
Using a simple two-wheel device
Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice
This athletic mechanical dance
Traveling the scenic villages throughout France
Checking the rural roads
Letting everyone know
‘How is it holding up after the mountainous winter snows?’
Twenty-one stages to do all this
An international spectacle not to be missed
Late June and into mid-July
Townspeople applaud as the colorful circus goes bye
Bringing neighbors together
Sometimes enjoying beautiful weather
But when it rains
No one complains
About this strategic cyclist game
Yellow, green, polka dot
Shirts note which riders are winning and are hot
Tour de France is arriving at its destination
City of Lights gearing up for the championship presentation
Under the arch
They glide not march
Thirsty and parched
Knowing soon the accomplishment will be real
Proclaiming well done to the peaceful pedaling deal
Gargoyles stamping the approved entertainment seal
Hitting the end line
Everything finished and fine
Ready to pour the victory wine
While success dines
On time
Using the sponsor's dime
And listening to the Notre Dame bell’s chime
With nothing to fear
Until next year
When they come back here
For the Tour de France cheer