Best Vacations Poems
For those who qualify for this costly trip,
permits will be given for travel to the moon.
Friends, family, or lovers may apply as a unit
for this one and only “out-of-the-world” experience
lasting no more than one week.
Since the moon has already been colonized
by the greatest of our world’s minds,
moon vacations are comparable to
educational fun field trips where folks
will view mankind’s unique adjustment to moon life.
To qualify, people must pass a test
involving simulation of space travel.
Both adults and children must also pass a test
determining their ability to cope with the experience.
Those with criminal records need not apply.
Having qualified, my husband and I enter daily
free lotteries within our designated small region.
With a chance of one out of a thousand each day,
we figure we will get our trip before we die.
We can’t wait to view earth from the moon!
We were together
On sandy beach
Sweet wind caressing
My hair with sun.
One month it lasted
With sound of sea
And our kisses
Shiny delight.
One month of love
Which still now lasts
Deeply in my mind
With sound of sea
and our kisses
Shiny delight.
5/4/2015
He decided to
go on vacations and changed bench.
The homeless man.
Memorable vacations weren't in my future
Elk season came around and guess where my husband spent vacation
My desire to acquire a vacation with him to a romantic paradise wasn’t meant to be
Over and over I would plead asking him, please
Ruining his was not permitted
Adding the expanse to his hunt and be with his friends was more important
Because hunting season only came around once a year
Leaving him to his vacation, I began to take my own at the
Eagle Casino Indian Reservation
Valuing my time away from home
Accepting not having my husband around I started
Catching the first bus out of town with
All my girlfriends that wanted to be
Thrilled to death, to dine on divine food and tear the house down with our laughter
Indian reservation here we go while our husbands are enjoying themselves
One Arm Bandit and Texas Hold'em we pray to hit the jackpot, then on to the
Nightlife and entertainment
4/25/2015
Contest Name: Memorable Vacation
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
My wife is a hardheaded lady
So when she makes up her mind
Whatever it is that she wanted
Is just a matter of time
She wanted a family vacation
Everyone must make the scene
Including our kids and their families
We are a group of sixteen
The first one took us to Oregon
To a motel on the beach
Although everyone had lots of fun
It was just too far to reach
The next one was also held out of town
A nice place on Lake Chelan
With boats and skis and a swimming pool
Everyone thought it was grand
Went to Lake Chelan for two more years
Then we found a brand new spot
It was a big lodge in Idaho
We all loved that place a lot
We had that big lodge all to our self
It was on Lake Pend Oreille
It rained the whole week were there
We played games inside all day
Even though we had that bad weather
The vacation was the best
The place so big, kids played hide-and-seek
Good visit, fun games and rest
We returned there again the next year
It has its dock and bay
Water sports, fishing and paddle boats
Then someone sold it away
The next year’s vacation was different
We rented two large house boats
A week boating on Lake Roosevelt
I got sick and almost croaked
Then we went to Marrowstone Island
To my daughter’s new beach place
They caught crabs and clams, then bought oysters
Crammed sea food into our face
Then the guy boated to Port Townsend
But when they were coming back
Yellow boat died in the ferry’s lane
They barely avoided a smack
The next year it was back to Lake Chelan
But at a different place
One of the kids brought a small scooter
Road it all around the place
Two years ago, back to the beach house
Played games and had lots of sun
The tenth family vacation for us
For two year’s now there’s been none
My wife and think it is so sad
To lose such a tradition
Let’s start now and plan one for next year
That is this poem’s mission
NOTE: There always seems to be confusion on pronouncing Chelan, but the locals say it "shuh-LAN" (short "A").
Also, Pend Oreille is pronounced "PAWN-do-RAY"
Memorable Vacations
Queensland was a dream come true,
Along forest lake walks under the blue,
Summers of December 2010 on my sis' invite,
Excited we were for the double delight,
Long travel concluded into a toast,
Beaches and sea, Byron bay and Gold Coast,
Gold of sand slipped under our feet,
Glittered in sun the irresistible greet,
Waves that thrashed on us with every tide,
Engulfed us after a roller coaster ride,
Kangaroos that into every street hopped,
To give them way every now and then we stopped,
People were humble and kind,
Serpentine roads turning blind,
Sunny day we visited famous sea world,
Dolphins with music in unison twirled,
Kids together on giant wheel screamed,
Watched favourite movies and gleamed,
Train travel and beauty of countryside,
River Brisbane traversed with ferry ride,
Sydney opera house, bridge and harbour,
New year eve with fireworks and great fervor,
Days of goodbye when approached near,
Subtle emotions flowed and rolled the tears,
As we close our eyes and reminisce,
Days spent together were such a bliss !
Written May 7th , 2015
For Shadow Hamilton's contest
First place win
Now entered for contest "Any old poem#5 " by SKAT A
Entered for "Landscape and towns" contest by Bic Gi-Sa
When friends recount their travels
They sound wonderful, although
Most often they describe a place
I might not want to go…
Or even if the destination’s
Someplace to entice,
Their version of the trip is not
My type of paradise.
For everyone’s vacation
Is unique, like DNA.
We all have certain things we like
To do when we’re away.
We’re lucky if, vacation-wise,
Our plans can be in sync
With spouse or friends or relatives
Who share the way we think.
While I enjoy renditions
Of the trips my friends describe,
My own will be quite different
From the ones they would prescribe.
When planning trips, I let my yens
And fancies be my guide
Since my on-my-wavelength husband
Will be right there by my side.
What's a 'vacation,' anyway?
It should involve 'vacating' --
But need one vacate his place
of residence and 'go somewhere?'
Isn't it enough to vacate one's job
to rid oneself of the headaches, the
worries, the deadlines, the politics
the gossip, the backbiting and the
backstabbing, and all the hundreds
of other job-related unpleasantries?
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For three glorious weeks I've been
unplugged from my job. Completely
untethered. And it's been wonderful
I'm a new man-- renewed, refreshed
ready to go-go-go back to work
I'm excited again! Bring it on!
And isn't that the whole point of a vacation?
Waterfalls and beach balls
breakfast in bed with bear claws
Nothin I like better than a vacation
Paper work and people wastin my time
Ain't nothin I hate more than waitin in line
For that next vacation
Pets take vacations all throughout
the year,
It doesn't matter if inclement weather
is near,
They take adventurous rides with their Masters,
even in the midst of natural disasters,
They soak up the rays minus the sunscreen,
loving the water and the beach because
they like to preen,
The animals love to get away to places
their families have been,
At the end of their vacations they grow
withdrawn and sad,
because the sun and fun creates the best
time they've ever had.
Like a snap of your fingers,
A tiny reprieve,
Vacations transport you
But then you must leave.
And as you head home
There’s a list to be made
Of things to take care of
And bills to be paid.
Of course, it’s a comfort
Resuming routines
But moments will linger
On internal screens.
You’ll find yourself smiling
Remembering those
You met on your travels
Or places you’d pose.
Away time is lovely
With memories made
Though the life back at home
Isn’t one I would trade.
Toadstool house was surrounded by four leaf clover guards
Most thought they were decorative, but they had ears and minds.
They recorded all of the things the mice and the rabbits thought
Mind readers and repeaters, what more could a vacationer ask for?
Snow bird elf could not wait to return and see what they had learned.
Joji Varghese Kuncheria
Summer Vacations
I looked forward to summer holidays,
Free from school, to run away, to
My maternal home amid paddy fields,
Reachable only by boat those days.
To play on snake boats in the lagoons,
To go fishing around the back waters,
And give the catch to nanny to be fried,
And eat it all well before lunch time.
We wait for the sun to go down a little,
To be out again for a session of games,
To cool it all down the river after a while,
And to dash back home before sun set.
Reaching home before the church bells,
For the evening prayer that's long always,
We pray for the vacation never to end,
And not to go back soon to school.
Bed time is a world of fantasy tales,
With grandmama's cooked-up stories,
Each day a new one from her store,
And to sleep to the tune of her lullaby.
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Memories of my childhood often resurface,
from the deep trenches of my mind and,
a soul lost in the waves of day-to-day hassles,
finds itself risen up to the realm of rejoice.
Those summer vacations in my native place,
memorable moments of month-long holidays,
carefree days with nothing but play
with cousin sisters and cousin brothers.
The long walks through the rice fields
and the vast unfenced lush green pastures,
that led to my paternal uncle's house,
that sits in the midst of greenery,
holding hands following one after the other,
with gleeful giggles and cheerful chuckles.
A small stream to be crossed in midway,
that had a shaky wooden bridge,
my brothers and sisters crossed with ease,
I got stuck in the middle of that bridge,
my tiny legs refused to move further in fear,
when my eldest brother lent his hand,
to help me cross that narrow bridge.
These are just a few moments,
of those recollections sweet I savour.
They help refresh my mind and raise my spirit,
and in its warmth, I re-live my childhood.
Original Date: 12/09/2020
Originally Submitted for: Story From Your Childhood Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Now Submitted for: Podium Placing Promise (7) Poetry Contest
Date: 01/12/2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
What feeds a writer’s art?
Why feed a writer’s art
when the appetite’s clearly insatiable?
I think in stiches, rows, paragraphs and stanzas,
and I’m not one to undershoot a thesis.
I can’t seem to just write a paper for school,
I have to craft some kind of narrative
- it’s practically involuntary.
Last week was ‘All Saints’ school break. It was a week in France that, like fall, shifted the temperature - cooling the pace, so Peter (my bf) and I could take a breath and metabolize the changes of the past few weeks, where we both moved to Paris - changing schools and jobs. We’ve had big feelings - it was a lot.
Peter’s content with my tireless run on the hamster wheel of education - he has a PhD, so he understands the grind and my often prickly, acerbic and deeply abstracted school-day moods.
He’s on a steep learning curve himself, these days, living suddenly in an all-French world, where every sign and menu is semi-unreadable. We’re working on it - we’ll get there because his tutor gives excellent rewards for effort.
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Songs for this:
Take On Me by Josh Whitehouse
Poor Boy - Nick Drake
Window - Still Woozy
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*For instance , I’ll find myself trying to form a narrative, in response to a clinical case scenario, meant to demonstrate my diagnostic reasoning.