Best Tourist Poems

Have I been one among the chain
of those who come to gawk, then strain
to point a finger, poke my nose
into places I don't own?
To claim I understand the pain
that's covered by the winds and rain?

One who awes and talks in rhymes,
without a glance between the...

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Tourist or Terrorist
Is your flight for fight or sight?
Naughty at night… lovely in light
Some thread to tend and some to twist!

Tourist or terrorists
Have you come to cleave or cage?
Are you here to enroll or enrage?
People like priests… I fear your fist....

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Plan for the whole weekend if you go to visit
It's big enough to wonder, where again is it?
There are plenty of sights to liven any senses
Something about its uniqueness always enhances

An immensity whose streets will never sleep
Immersing all alike with its heart and beat
The sounds...

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Watched the tourist families
As they strolled and shopped and sipped.
Without their masks, you might have thought
That Covid had been whipped.

They skated on the ice and bought
Hot chocolate and raclettes.
If germs were floating in the air
They didn’t feel their threats.

Yet all of my anxiety
Of Omicron infection,
Despite...

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Near to Balmer, MD, not far from WaRshington
(that's DC to you and me)
is the capuhtal, Naplis.
It's a beautiful spot, right on the Chespeeke Bay.

Or if you like hunning, a trip to the forests
North of DC will satisfy yer yen.
After that, we'll come back home to...

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With my usual paucity of luck I was assigned to seat 34B.
I wanted to be left in peace but as you see, 'twas not to be.
The urchin sittin' behind me pitched a screamin' fit!
He kicked the back of my seat and his mom cared not...

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As you chameleoned in this red restaurant
I passed by you nonchalant
You came near hoping I’d notice
Little you know, Already I have sensed you in abyss

We strolled over chaos and headlights
We talked over fermented duck eggs and silly insights!
I took you to an awkward place
You held...

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Midnight rays to all, no selection from the moon
brief hospitality served by this erotic tycoon.

Emotion bargained without a glimpse of a soul
the comfort is so bare for the physical act to roll.

A fishing net generally made for the entire town
fathers, boyfriends, lovers; all can go...

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Tourist traps

Can a plonker should a plonker,
 love a San-Goanna stonker,
not unless he’s bloody bonkers
coming is de  crazy cats in white,

see crazy San-Goannas running,
sucking birds eggs, an out a hunting ,
Kookaburra eating snakes humming,
Ha, ha. ha, ha, sweet delight…

Mr tourist, watchem watchem,
Keep the eyeball...

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RIVER LINE TOURIST

National Geographic frame:
pleasure of plum water lilies,
under potent panama sky.
A dugout canoe rows us through.

Embera with beaded skirt, our rudder.
Caiman perched on edge of Chagris River.

2/25/2017
River Line 8/8/8/8   10/10 Unrhymed...

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this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti 
and the street art everywhere

its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot

(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun...

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The sun rises high over the tropical trees
White patchy clouds survey the blue sky,
Time drifts slowly into the clouded breeze
With the colors red, green and gold passing by.

Jamaica play a key role bringing out the sunshine
In a line like a drugstore, everyone finds a turn,
Something...

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During a tour in this island nation, 
a Maori guide was seeking a nomination.

Among our tour he sought out a spokesman,
to respond to the chief's words, as a small token.

"Sir, will you represent your touring tribe?"
"Yes," I responded, "for a very large bribe!"

I wanted to...

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camera
'round his neck
the tourist thing



posted on August 22, 2018...

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Friday Night Check-ins


The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.

Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies
On their three-day excursions-by-coach.

The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning
As...

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