Best Trip Poems

I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that suddenly broke through
the gap in my neighbor's greenhouse

"Bonnie!" she insists
"Bonnie was her name!"

And that sounds about right,
and so I don't...

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Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids,  a burnished sky,  blue-white, 
a cocktail of the wrong and right,
and the mountains, inwardly  grumbling ,
darkly forbidding…

Snaking it...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been called the most beautiful city in the world, and I...

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My son came home from school one day, wanting permission to go, to the Zoo.
His field trip sparked a riot. Can you imagine at home, what immediately ensued?
Trolls, Dragon, the weird frogs, plus a sundry of forest folk, all wanted to come.
Woe is me, I...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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