Camp Out Poems - Poems about Camp Out

bordello camp

The bordello camp 

Morning in Aruba, the cock  has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in 
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis 
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A seaman, overcome by the

maybe they are here for a camp check up

girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room
neither of them appears to be sick
she looks especially well.
Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble
She smiles at me and waves.
I wave back, glad to see her.
Maybe they are here for a camp check-up?
She turns and regurgitates all over the seat.
Her

CAMP MICA

Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young…
(Why does time so often seems so short)
the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort.

The exact date of this undertaking…I’m so old now…I forget
I do know our two other grandchildren, Aden and Ava, weren’t in our family yet.

We

After Camp

We’d not seen our grandson in weeks,
Unless you count photo-type peeks,
But today, like a champ,
When we met him at camp,
He was grinning right up to his cheeks.

We were thrilled we could thus reconnect,
Though we hadn’t known what to expect,
But our mutual hugs
(So much better than shrugs!)
Had a perfect, delightful effect.

Now we’ll spend a few days

Letters from Camp

I found a bunch of letters
Dated 1993,
Which were written by my son from camp
And forwarded to me.

It was his first time staying there,
For one month, in a bunk.
He was away, with new routines
And he was in a funk.

His letters said he missed us
And was homesick just at night.
Aside from that, it seemed that he
Was managing

Our Lord God, Jesus Christ, is well able to deliver us part two Q and A

Q  Once we have been set free from our enemy's camp is it possible for us to become
     re-captured?

A  Yes, but it's also possible for Jesus Christ to rescue us again as well.  But we must
     first recognize our need for fresh deliverance. "Lord

Packing for Camp

The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp,
Their clothing all labeled and packed,
Plus all of the extras they may or not need -
Way too much, as a matter of fact.

They bring pillows and blankets and flashlights and fans
And shin guards and sandals and cleats 
And towels and bug spray and sunscreen and stamps 
And shampoo, toothbrush,

Lumbered

Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked

FAITH IN GOD WHO COMES INTO OUR CAMP

March 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 4-8 

Key Verse – 1Samuel 4:7 … God is come into the camp…

FAITH IN GOD WHO COMES INTO OUR CAMP	

God comes to our camp for salvation-joy’s fresh start
Since He is our Saviour Who seeks our humble heart…
Here we are with faith against pride’s dart 
Truly

Babacracy

I am no king, yet here I stand,
A puppet bound by Baba’s hand.
He lifts me high, he pulls the strings,
He owns my fate, he crowns my wings.

He whispers soft, “The throne is yours,”
Yet locks my soul behind his doors.
With stolen gold, he paves my way,
My name, my face, the price he pays.

He calls me son,

Outside the Camp

Outside the camp
In mocking cruelty
They crucified
Their King.

‘Away with him’
They cried,
And thus
Religion triumphed
For another day,
The status quo
Preserved for priests
Impelled by hatred
To defend their faulted cause.

Too blind to see
The God-writ symbols
Of their ancient rites,
Those pointers
To the Prince of Life
They pierced
And pinned
Outside the camp.
They saw their deed
A timely vindication
Of their careful rule
To keep the Roman peace.

This self-appointed Christ
Suits

Donald

Old Donald an out of work tramp
retired to a new nudist camp
what he hadn't been told
was the pool water's cold
which reduced his prospects when damp

Base Camp

It's cloudy Sunday
At foothills of Mt. Apo
Lies array of tents.

Witch from Minnesota

Her spell remains over me 44 years later

Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon
The creature is fever of succulence

She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces
My name is Bob.”
That’s quite a coincidence
After our third day at Civitan camp in Albion

High school awaits us all this fall

Someone

The Day Camp Bus

It makes a stop; the kids climb on
And poof! The day camp bus is gone.
The parents wave; the kids, strapped in,
Are off to let their day begin.

Some campers smile, while others fret,
Not certain of their prospects yet.
Still, most of them (not everyone)
Will spend some hours having fun.

The afternoon will come at last,
Their camping session over

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