Best Trips Poems

Oh, yes, that time has surely come-
   the winter of our years;
try keeping busy having fun
   and hang out with our peers.

On senior bus trips off we go,
   the highlight of our day.
But walkers and those footed canes
 ...

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When I was growing up in Wisconsin, dairy farms were everywhere.  It was always fun visiting my aunt and uncle's dairy farm, even though they put me to work.  For many years the only bathroom they had was away from the house! ...

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On bus trips for seniors, we go
to watch a film or music show
with walkers or cane
umbrellas for rain
galoshes in case there is snow!

Arrive and we waddle 'cross floor
and meet our trip guide by the door
we follow in pairs
pray hard for no stairs
just walking dead flat...

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For years we have gone hunting.
I've loved sitting next to him in his deer blind
or sitting quietly in my own.

Now that Boomer came into our lives
I see all living animals as having feelings
and I can't stand the thought of hunting.

Boomer is our bassett hound.
He thinks...

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Wish you'd get off my back
wish you'd cut the reins.
You think you're showing love
but I'm being pulled in every direction
and I'm tired. So tired...

Love isn't enough for you.
You want a souvenir to take home when you get there.
No one wants to just love me, they...

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It was freezing so, and cold winds did blow
 As I walked slowly through the fallen snow
 But I slipped on some ice
 My keister paid the price
 Tried getting up, but down again I'd go

 12-29-2020
Winter Snow Or Ice Limerick Contest 
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by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)

Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me...

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According to the will of fate 
I have come... 
I emerge from the flood 
A living soul. 
My memory is torn by the night. 
The night is enshrouded with darkness. 
I wander around the world 
Searching for a meaning... 
I want to drink a toast...

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special trips mean much
to one who feels no love
from those one thought would...

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fingertips typing and soul trips
a beautiful crow on crescent stem sits
a hot cup of wisdom from it he sips
a golden leaf pray to never leave
a womb of stories and a burden to conceive
a digital nomad from face to face he made a book
some search for...

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This era of the ego,hashtags
and selfies..and me me me...
to the fore,impatience always
knocking on my door.
Instant this,instant that,self
congratulation,superficial self
expression..quickly,quickly..I've 
social media to explore.
Insecurity underlines my every
post, stamped for all to see.
Where Respect..Respect is craven
most..in this world of me..
My thoughts are running wild..Pity
pity me..I've never grown up..
I'm...

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EGO TRIPS -solutions to problems that do not exist

You may hear me recite from my 4000+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthychiro..

catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter..

read my kindle guides on amazon...

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‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Go forth into time and pay due homage, 
And your return to silence is current,

Those with weak goals are made less coherent,
‘Twas a toxic night pace turns back a page,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,

The shadow...

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Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store.  Feelin’ 
through the old tomes and pristine newer articles.  Trying to find a cadaver of 
knowledge to feed from.   I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a...

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Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds
pronounce timbers as magical.
Starry nights extol classical
violins sway as magical
sentinels praising summers’ end.
Starry nights extol classical
staccato hues as hawthorn winds....

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