Best Tourism Poems
Please take a vacation
to our neck of the woods.
Perhaps you’ll move here
and lose your worldy goods.
The tsunami like waves
over your body will wash.
Likely to submerge a carcass
after drowning. Oh gosh!
The solar eclipse makes for
one dark and ominous day.
Historically made people get
on their knees and pray.
The lava flow will turn
your body into a cinder.
Whatever’s in its’ way
burns like a match and tinder.
So if you’re ever thinking
of pushing God’s raith.
A visit here will most likely
test inherent “BLIND FAITH.”
*FOR BLIND FAITH CONTEST
Even in an heavy destruction of air
capitalism shout with joy
but not the climate
when everything goes wrong
you should take a fling at the barn
look up into the sky with a smile
take a sandwich or three
while the environment goes to hell
A paradise
You enter the country
Someone will follow you
And kill you gently
In a dark alley
Paradise never was so relaxed
Tourists traipse over sites.
The necropolises
Team with the secular;
Teasing mortality.
Trauma and terror marked,
Tasked with introspection:
To learn ‘Never Forget’.
2021-04-26
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
As poet who was visiting some places
To cook a piece of poetry,
suddenly you met some psychologists
who were worshipping some animal statues.
You continued with your tour,
you came across some very educated people
at a graveyard who were speaking to the dead folks.
You are told to mention about their
( IQ) intelligence quotients.
Will you afraid to speak the truth
because you will be called arrogant
by some very educated people?
As the dead people and statues
don't hear or speak,
will you tell them to go to some hospitals
for checking up their brains?
Do you think they will feel guilty
and change their minds and thoughts
Or they will hunt to stone your head?
Some other things are above humans
understandings
It sounds prophetic
But it is poetic.
July 10th 2023
On Hollywood Boulevard
Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet
A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca anointed
Foreign visitors now the sole true attraction
All a hyped-up charade, but no disappointment
Quiet on the set, lights cameras, action!
Remove tourists, hustlers, the Marilyn Museum
Costumed crusaders and peddlers of kitsch
And Hollywood is now just a mausoleum
To a cinematic history dynamic and rich
Just one district out of L.A.’s forty-two
Multi-ethnic, working class, urban blight
Yet in the hearts of dreamers passing through
It remains the movie land of sheer delight
8/1/22
6th Place
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Tourism, citizens, tourists
citizens, tourists, tandem
tourists, tandem, bandwagon
Tandem, bandwagon, sweat
Bandwagon, sweat, tears
sweat, tears, nosedive
tears, nosedive, health
nosedive, health, culture
Regina city councillors under fire
For ad campaign’s not looked at prior
How someone did not think to inquire
Check the news if you think me a liar
This province had some odd news breaks
Like the Tim Hortons with the snake…
The moose in the school for hoof’s sake
But this capital city goof takes the cake
I suppose they were hoping for a laugh
Now it looks like there’ll be some new staff
The response may still be half and half
Talked about around the coffee carafe
They’ve taken a lot of flack in the past
Tried to steer into the skid at last
That plan backfired pretty damn fast
A collective face palm, country vast
A headline that didn’t need to be spun
With marketing that cannot be undone
Since the new slogan that they chose to run
Is : “The city that rhymes with fun”…..
** Slogan since retracted by Experience Regina
Still Managed to make International headlines, well done...
I come to you from Greater Sudbury.
My mayor greater too.
I offer you a greater pleasure.
Our natter greater too.
We're all about a greater mission.
Our hope is greater too.
We'll look for you as greater tourists.
The pamphlets greater too.
We'll see you have a greater time.
Our scenery's greatest view.
We'll put you in a great hotel;
you're comfort greater through.
We'll sell you all our greatest goods.
The merchant's greatest woo.
You'll travel all our greater roads.
The potholes greater too.
We'll show you all our greatest things.
A slag dump baring slough.
Then aww you with our great big nickel;
a chimney and ah-choo.
We'll miss you when you go to leave.
You're absence greater too.
And think of you again
when next year's season's due.
I come to you from Greater Sudbury.
The mayor Bigger too.
We offer you a greater pleasure.
Our natter greater through.
We're all about a greater mission.
The hope is greater too.
We'll look for you as greater tourists.
The pamphlets greatest woo.
We'll see you have a greater time.
Our scenery's greatest view.
Then put you in a great hotel;
your comfort greater through.
We'll sell you all our greatest goods.
The merchant's greatest phoo.
You'll travel all our greater roads.
The potholes greater too.
We'll show you all our greatest things.
The slag dump baring slough.
Then aww you with our great big nickel;
a chimney and ah-choo.
We'll miss you when you go to leave.
You're absence greater too.
Then hope you come again
when next year's season's due.
When the crystal clear surf
Defends its turf
It Bashes
Then Crashes
Making a beach like sound
That relaxes the whole sea shore town
Listening to the way the ocean pounds
Maybe it’s the weather
That greets the visitors with this good looking letter
Traffic builds when the weekend arrives
Giving the locals a reason to sigh
As they bake
Cooking under the sun with their tan at stake
While watching the theatrical watery wake
It is this peaceful action
That is the attraction
Resting on the nature’s coast land
Having the agenda of a living clam
Enjoying a peaceful day
The proper way
Bring on the refreshments galore
Giving business to the seasonal store
But be careful of the sandy floor
Being barefoot from leaving the shore
Then when evening beckons
And darkness checks in
The moon light will shine
Upon those who dine
Giving new reason
To enjoy the summer season
Ground Zero came at one hundred degrees.
A fusing of life and death.
The graveyard came at twelve O’Clock
Not a single body to be seen.
From that infinite shadow I saw a light.
A woman. A goddess. A broken flame.
All that remained was a broken sky;
That holocaust of endless crimson.
The purged sky, forever more,
And hopeless onlookers were we.
The woman managed to find me.
Her words did not find her.
It was as if she had forgotten how to speak.
Just like the skeletons beneath us.
Specs and shards of shattered shield.
Just clusters of glass-like bone.
Beneath them, clusters of bone-like glass.
We did not know where to look.
We looked at each other, instead.
Hidden from one another no more.
I imagined what her smile was like,
Beneath the glass, beneath the frame.
All I could imagine was a frown.
A frown like the one I kept close.
The grass beneath me was like sand.
The sky above me, acid.
My mask and face became the same,
Just sand and smoke and nothing more.
She looked up into the sky.
Remembering what had once been.
All that is is what once was,
And I could not help but remember.
We’d gotten used to life after death.
The pleasure through all this pain.
Digging through shells of discarded men,
Picking the flesh from the bone.
The woman of my dreams was gone.
And I thought only of one question:
How did we let it get this way?
The endless night which follows day.
People today are fat, not swift,
So The Western Wall needs a lift*
But here's the rub
An ancient tub
Saves each tear as temple gift
*(lift="elevator")
August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our faces
I think
The wonder
Of smallness and largeness and its great indifference
Could make it so that no human being
Would dare think of themselves as alone
Or desperate
Or insignificant
Ever again
We’d all believe
And killing would end.
I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.
The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.
Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived my mind.
A healing spring, with powers to restore,
A gift from God, forever in store.
Idanre's hills, a tourist's delight,
A haven for nature, in all its might.
Longevity and prosperity, God's blessings true,
Reflect in the people, with hearts anew.
Their men and women, handsome, beautiful, and strong,
Beholders of beauty, with hearts that belong.
Producers, problem solvers, with a spirit so bright,
United in ceremony, with love and delight.