Best Trip Poems
Don't worry my child
if it is or not snowing,
be sure that old Santa
will get where he's going.
And though he prefers his
fast reindeer and sleigh;
old Santa can surely
come some other way.
There is just one rule
that he'll always be keeping.
He only arrives when
the children are sleeping.
So off now to bed
and dream of the toys
he's bringing tonight
to the good girls and boys.
You say you are worried?
It cannot be right
that he travels the world
in just one single night?
Well now don't you feel silly
right down to your bones?
You forget that you all live
in different time zones.
He starts in the East
and he goes toward the West.
He keeps up with time changes.
Now aren't you impressed?
Each zone takes an hour
and when he is done,
It's the very same time as
When he had begun.
So hurry to bed now.
Don't get Santa off track,
or you might have to wait
until he comes back.
Across the vast Californian Death Valley I went out for a drive
The temperature gauge was reading a hundred and twenty five.
Despite the unforgiving temperature, I was staying nice and cool
I had the air conditioning on full blast, because I am no fool.
I had been on the road for about an hour, so I pulled over for a break
The desert scenery was awesome, so some pictures I thought I'd take.
I slowly got out of my car taking my camera and boy it was so hot
After about ten minutes of snapping, some great pictures I'd got.
I walked quickly back to my car and went to get my key
It wasnt in my pocket, and fear started to overcome me.
I realised I didn't have my hat or water they were on the front seat
And knew I wouldn't last too long in the deserts unforgiving heat.
I started to walk on the highway it was a good four hours to town
And praying another vehicle would soon appear so I could flag it down.
After two hours of walking I heard it, the rumbling of a truck
Help was coming at long last and I couldn't believe my luck.
The driver stopped and said "hey buddy you look like you need a ride "
I was on the verge of collapse, but so overjoyed I almost cried.
We got to town and I wanted to give him something for rescuing me
Opened my camera bag to get some money out and damn there was my key.
Written 4th August 2021
An interesting Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Funom Makama.
“Why do the Rams behave violently?”
The little boy queried of his father.
“They need all their might to fight the Jaguars,
But Jags are fast, don’t know why they bother.”
“And why do Broncos try to beat up on Colts?
Wouldn’t this be much like you hitting me?”
The unhappy father just shook his head
“It’s competition, son, you just don’t see.”
“Daddy, this is not what I hoped to find
At a zoo like other children describe.”
“The football zoo is better than others
Some animals here throw games for a bribe.”
“But you told Mom we would see a real zoo,”
The youngster groaned, sadly eying the field.”
“Please just tell Mom you saw animals play
If she learns where we went, my fate is sealed.”
* For Barbara Gorelick's "Zoo" competition
intoxicated by the taste of her pleasures
loving to see her satisfied I intensify my measures
touching, tasting, smiling loving to see her satisfied
all these pleasures rushing as I began to rise
taking a moment I gaze upon the perfection of her frame
I then seek south in the fields of the sugar cane
An addictive sweet tooth I have, damn I love the south
Enjoying the view, aroma, and most of all when the taste and my mouth
You sound screams of joy as I am inside
The best road trip I’ve ever had as you ride
Now that you weary on the road I think we should switch and I should drive
From to dusk to dawn, I take you on one hell of a quest
As our adventure comes to an end I wonder whens the next
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.
Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity.
Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know.
On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there.
On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm.
Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam.
Written on 9th October 2022.
On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze
Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view
On mission trip overseas
My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze
Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas
Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze
Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze
I left my home when I was twenty one
And I left my folks behind
A friend and I left for the west
To see what we could find
I found a job working the spotlights
In this well-known musical play
Way out in California
Three thousand miles away
My friend Mark was in the show
Because he sang very well
I tried to sing but I was awful
And gees, everyone could tell
We knew the cast very well
And we knew all their names
The two of whom we knew the best
Were Mary-Lou and James
When the show stopped playing and it was over
Mark and I went back home
I wanted to tell this unbelievable story
So I wrote this little poem
When we got back to New Jersey
Hitch hiking we would go
Someone saw us with our thumbs
And drove up to us slow
They drove a Winnebago
With "Just Married" on the back
When they opened the door to let us in
We nearly had a heart attack
You won't believe who picked us up
Two people whom we knew
It was two singers from the cast
It was James and Mary-Lou
The road is calling me,
to journey in the wild;
for me this would be bliss,
and free my inner child.
Down roads of hued green trees,
to get lost in the breeze !
It seemed like
An innocent experiment
Simple enough
I had read the steps
Bedtime routine out of the way
I was ready to start
Relaxing tape playing for ambiance
I was gone in an instant
With zero recollection of
The next thirty minutes
When I heard a thunderous clic
Most annoying signal
The music had suddenly stopped
Overcome with a blissful calm feeling
I refused to open my eyes
Having a very different reaction
Than my bedfellow
Who was quite unaware of
My little experiment
While he was busy
Screaming and throwing pillows
At the figure there in the dark
Standing motionless at the foot of the bed
I managed to let slip out
A couple of reassuring “it’s ok’s”
Eyes still blissfully closed
As I was savoring
The last milliseconds
Of my soul’s sudden re-entry
Briskly sucked in
Inches above my navel
With almost a slurping sound
That was my first and last astral trip
A little too very real for my liking
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on October 7, 2017 for contest THE COSMOS sponsored by THVIA SHETLEY
I had an argument inside my head
Between the right lobe and the left
It started getting loud in there
They needed a boxing ref
The id and the libido
Were spectators on the side
The heart couldn’t bear to watch
So it ducked behind the lung to hide
The left lobe, controlling my right hand
Decided to punch me in the face
Hoping the right lobe would give up the fight
Feeling totally disgraced
But the right lobe, controlling my left hand
Instead poked me in the eye
Knowing the left lobe was the right lobe
That controls the need to cry
When the right leg started kicking
The left one tried to respond in kind
Which only made me fall to the floor
They had totally lost my mind
My nervous system got nervous
I started twitching all about
My bladder was getting madder
And let all the contents out
Internal organs started taking sides
Not even aware of what started the fight
When I was pounced upon by three big men
Tying me up in a coat of white
The needles they poked into me
Put my whole body in a numbing sleep
Electronic shock shot through both lobes
Hoping to keep them both at peace
It didn't work
Across oceans and decades, my daughter and I set sail,
Returning to the land where my roots still whispered my name.
Sixty years apart, yet the pulse of home still flowed through my veins,
A river winding back to its source, never truly lost.
Words became bridges, stitching past and present with ease.
My daughter, though a stranger to Hindi’s full embrace,
Spoke in laughter, in gestures, in a language older than words—
And in their eyes, she became the brightest star in our sky.
Feasts unfolded like pages of an old, beloved book,
Each dish a story, each sip of tea a memory reborn.
Generations stood together—parents, children, and their own little ones,
Echoes of my youth dancing through my high school halls,
Where time had carved my name but left my spirit untouched.
Tea time carried the fragrance of childhood once more—
Mother’s voice weaving warmth through gossip and laughter,
The sweet hush of togetherness, as precious as stolen time.
How I wished to freeze those golden hours,
But the clock’s steady hands pressed against our joy,
And the road called us back to where life waited.
It had no radio
and couldn't fly at all
every wheel would wobble
because they were too small
~ red and rusted wagon,
a limo for my dog...
For Nette's Hexiline Contest
May 9th, 2025
I used to work at a school
where children were always saying
their mother or father were on a trip.
It was curious to me that one child's mother was always on a trip.
Her teacher told me this is what the children say when their parents are in jail.
I had no idea until that time that this was a thing.
It is widely accepted, and well known in this community
what "on a trip means".
I believe I was the last one to know.
Glad to find out, I stopped asking them when their parent would be home.
Terrific Tremendious Turbulent
Trip Taken Through Time That
Truly Tempted Those Tempered
To Titter Transforming Transparent
Titillating Tenacious Transferred
Trophies Trying Transliterating
Title Transgressing Temptation.
Now you figure it out Contest
with words starting with the
presumable same letter. Ain't
English great.
Jim Horn, Soothsayer
and also Word Slayer
PS. It sure is sick alright.