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All aboard the Fantasy M/S of Carnival
for half a week’s vacation time of fun and falderal.
Hear greetings from your captain, his director and the crew.
Ready, set, get going. The Bahamas wait for you.
Bon Voyage! There’s Reggae music playing on the Lido.
Dinner is at 6 or 8. Hold off on that tuxedo!
You could eat a pizza by the Windows On the Sea
or go beneath to dine on shrimp and meet the maitre d’.
Gamble or see comedy; reflect upon the ocean.
Late to bed; relax your head; sense the soothing motion.
Rise and shine in Freeport where the ship will dock all day.
You can disembark to take a tour, or you can stay.
On board the ship, take a dip; lounge or dance Calypso.
Get yourself massaged; work out, shop or play some bingo.
All day long, you can find folks doing funny things
like contests for the men with hairy chests or knobby knees.
Day two when you waken, you will be in Nassau.
There’s stuff for everyone, from your kiddies to your grandma!
Little ones may stay behind. Folks will entertain them,
or the kids can tag along with the adults. No problem!
If you like adventure, visit lovely Blue Lagoon.
For snorkeling with sting rays, the boat leaves right at noon.
You can pet some dolphins, but extra you should pay
if you want to swim with them. That’s one special day.
In town you might be nabbed by a plaza beautician.
Getting braids is all the rage, so people get their hair done.
Get back to the gangway before the ship sets sail.
If you‘re still not having fun, you must be a door nail!
“Day at Sea” arrives as your trip is winding down,
And the biggest night is coming; women wear a gown!
That final evening dining perhaps with a new friend,
you’ll wish instead of ending, it were starting all again.
Gals and guys with braided scalps; everyone looks nice.
Ah, that midnight feast with pretty sculptures carved in ice.
The ultimate for leisure if you’re after more than snoozing’.
In the laid-back natives lingo: “Mon, you best be cruising!”
NOTE: (this describes a vacation I took about 12 years ago, my first
and probably last cruise ever, unless I come into money. haha.
I'd seen Europe in my youth but as vacations go,this truly was
the best one.)
For Carol Brown's Contest: "It's Time for a Vacation"
Before golden opportunity
(goes no argh hue mint
the way of Long John Silver)
doth fade and dwindle
not necessarily cuz the missus
did (NOT) bribe and swindle
an ambition (for nor rhyme nor reason)
arose to kindle...
Affectionate communication
employing (figurative) gambol
probably testing your patience
to decrypt me trademark ramble
essential crux of matter after
ye prune thorny verbiage,
metaphorical berry good bramble.
Methinks yar psyche slid into funk
cuz usual upbeat gregarious disposition
of late (June 26th, 2020)
analogous to reclusive monk
whose nonverbal body language
shrieks "LEAVE ME THE ƒµ©* ALONE"
lest recipient (in this case yours truly)
receives judicious suckerpunch
finding him landing - ouch
on his buttucks - kerplunk!
Nevertheless as one
mister misanthrope to another
who could pretend cavorting
as asinine make bull heave brother,
(or undergoing extreme makeover,
and stretching imagination voila
one garden variety generic beastie boy
rendered into... yup, your grandmother.
Hoop fully no unpleasant memory
doth suddenly unfold
linkedin to said very old
boot (moost likely)
long deceased family member
turned to dust commingled with auld
Lang syne amidst weathered tombstones,
markedly intact skeletons absent
any flesh o'the rear
some etched with hands folded in prayer
mausoleum enshrining even in death near
(think grim reaper kingly leer)
still provoking jeer
profligate (yet prolific) paperback writer heir
housing generations ghostly forebear
comprising your family tree, once... dear
father, mother, sister, brother, et cetera
who profusely guzzled beer.
No intent to induce fury if playful banter
loosed psychological trip wire
merely harmless ambition to deliver mirth
lobs strike out as decided
by just now summoned umpire
on the ball punning away without tire
greatly flattered if literary antics inspire
ye to pen memoirs,
which become New York Times
bestseller, thus countless clamoring demands
to serve as ghostwriter hire
prompt ye with fame and fortune
before thee doth exhale last breath and expire
when moments prior,
I while impersonating a squire
wished ye a cheery bon voyage.
Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income
courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to
acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled since "star student" -
(another moniker the missus aptly affixed)
amply proven successfully completing
undergraduate engineering degree
(a minor in je nais sais quois French),
this from storied high achieving Ivy League
University founded by Benjamin Franklin
this "sir" once again
applauds laudatory milestone,
and additionally acknowledges
sincere appreciation surrendering
veritable treasure trove
commestibles, toiletries, vitamins...
allowing unswerving selflessness
to kindle tears of utmost gratitude
figurative biological dice throw
now embarks upon admirable
self reliant (no batteries needed)
time tested personal conviction
proving steely mettle with panache,
despite fallings out
undermining rapport during yesteryear,
when dada felt important,
evinced kibitizing, pampering,
reading requested stories,
(yea even Harry Potter - now passe)
aware how mine debauchery,
who set poor flagrant example
posited ye to escape appalling
financial, emotional, spiritual...
domestic conditions
ye understandably
envisioning more ideal legal guardian,
asper loco parentis
thus parting equals bittersweet
sorrow for dada, whose bottled anger
directly linkedin to opprobrious
selfish misdeeds compromising
psychological welfare two precious progeny
whose presence provided joie de vivre,
and never wanted restraint imposed
maturing into an admirable young lady,
no matter sentiments towards me
poisoned by toxicity, whose
predilection to debilitating panic
undermined, restrained, quashed...
necessary needs and wants
to nourish healthiness...
despite aggravating, hellbent
nerve wracking time consuming
odiously infernal exhausting
drive to accept donations,
i.e. personal belongings...
dada doth care for thee!
Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.
Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in the hotel's lavish court yard.
My rocky passion serves me as leitmotif
In my love life. It's my favorite play card.
Dine and talk. Perfectly at ease together.
I like so much wishing you "Bon appetit",
With you my soul is flying like a feather.
You are to me more than a mere novelty.
Feel beautiful in a body so petit.
Your touch is oh so tender. Deja vu?
Strangers are familiar. We finally meet,
In former life we must have shared rendez-vous.
After dinner we head out to cabaret.
You quickly organize an old school taxi.
You stare, you can't take your eyes off my décolleté
Feel incredibly desired, too damn foxy.
We're finally there. One kitschy place. Garçon
Slowly serves cheap red wine to every table.
No one on stage but loudspeakers play chanson.
You were school graduate as I'm in cradle.
We expected to see a show of avant-garde.
Would like to occupy the place of your protégé.
Wish of mine you note but simply disregard.
One day I'll dress exclusively prêt-à-porter.
Another caress of night we have in store.
Waiting in bed. Finally you knock. "Entrez!"
All night we'll listen to music of the shore.
Ready to welcome you inside. "S'il vous plaît"
Next morning, early rise and you have to leave.
Gave me sea shell and CD as souvenir.
Rest of my vacation I'm condemned to grieve.
Imagery of you streams softly like cashmere.
Too fast but it's time to wish you "Bon Voyage!".
Final heady breaths of your eau de cologne
I inhale. Hate hotel lobby's entourage.
Time to finish that book by Jerome Jerome.
Next five days I watch mind's movie-reverie
Of us together. Quite soon I'll be en route.
Miss you. Will I ever see you? C'est la vie!
Have a feeling that we said goodbye for good.
On the plane back home I write you, mon amour.
I hope you reach your so longed-for Shambala.
My poems about you are cri de coeur.
I'm home. New life is here. Oh là là! Voilà!
(I found this hiding on the web -- something I wrote
maybe 30--40 years ago...and I thought, how marvelous!
Too good not to share with Soup.)
I thought to tell her a bedtime story—
A father’s duty
A parent’s joy;
And then I thought—better to seem,
I would teach her
How to dream:
I had thought to share
A travel-line story,
A printed journey
With a colorful page;
And then I thought
No greater pack
Then that of courage:
I would teach her
How to dream:
Beyond the travel-line of book,
There’s a wider text inside
Just have a look—
You are the author,
The fool or the sage
Let imagination
Breathe life into your page;
Give it lungs, ears,
Earth, ocean and sky—
Give your heart and soul wings,
Turn your mind loose,
Let it all fly:
Close your eyes—
Enter the mist:
Cross the sleepy sands
To whatever dark or bright,
All shores are your lands;
You are the author,
The artist,
The captain,
The crew, sail into the storm
Or upon the calmest blue;
Give your cast boots,
Buccaneer swords—
Make them simple pirates
Or jeweled ladies and lords;
Sea-serpents, mermaids,
A black cat
Hoisting a sail—
The ships, the sea,
The land the sky
Color and sounds
Your pleasure
For your tale;
Astronauts
Aliens—all tentacles and brains,
Yellow brick roads, flying carpets,
Strange cities
Or talking country lanes—
Yours to dream
Acceptable lies,
All truth first entered
Through dreamer’s eyes;
If the vision too scary
Make of them angels
Or fluttery, flitting good fairies;
Whether benevolent queen
Or bad witch,
When it’s your dream
Retain or switch—
Sadness can be brought
Abruptly to an end—
Good go on forever,
Flowing with you
Around every dreamed-bend:
Ice-cream never need melt, or run
Till all the sweetness
And coolness done—
Create your songbirds
High and free—
In your worlds
Need never cages be—
Within each of us
A jungle and clearing
Divine—make of yours
All wonder
As have been mine;
Now let’s tuck you in…
Bon voyage my child;
Never fear your wild….
THE OLD FARMSTEAD
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
So many sunsets since I last tread this lane
Stirring deep seeded emotions so hard to contain
I know it’s the same place where I grew
The old farmstead is far from what I knew
The house is sagging and in need of paint
The porch swing’s colors are chipped and faint
The porch steps creak as they did before
The pond in the yard, not there anymore
Once there were chickens and ducks abound
Weeds and clutter now cover the ground
The roof eaves are leaking, a somber sight
What happened to cause the this terrible plight
One by one we all left and went on our way
Then just two uncle Willie and aunt May
Willie passed away, a few years ago
Their little garden abandoned no one to sow
We’ve gathered here today to bid May “ bon voyage”
Her roots were set so deep no one could dislodge
I see my old friends it's such a surprise
Some have changed so little I still recognize
My cousin is here without his spouse
She’s critically ill and can’t leave the house
An old school chum made an arduous trek
To visit his old “Nana” and pay his respect
She looks so placid and finally at peace
She toiled long and hard,it’s a relief
She held us together for all these years
She handled it all without shedding tears
A simple pine box, so easy to lift
Her final journey painfully swift
There are six of us here to fill the bill
Go behind the house and up to the hill
Farmstead(2)
There are nine grave markers she’ll be ten
She’s the last one, then never again
Lowered by rope to her final abode
A part of the land she so often strode
This old house will soon be razed
Time will move to a different phase
A large combine will soon plant these fields
This rich loamy soil will give generous yields
The tragedy for me is that no one will know
The family adventure that made us glow
In a few years all will be lost
No one will know of the human cost
The only remnant that time will not kill
Are those ten little markers up on the hill
Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment...
nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms
Though dead, I gauge
these past one hundred and four plus months
linkedin with Gregorian calendar page
mine mother would be aghast
at deplorable inhumane outrage
played out upon Normandy Farms -
Bluebell, Pennsylvania site
where papa (a pricey
senior folk facility), he doth stage
his final showdown
consigning grim reaper
to tender body, mind, and spirit equipage
regarding preparations undertaken
heading enroute to netherlands
corporeal essence repurposed for unknown usage
though disbeliever in afterlife,
at least our beloved dada
will be freed (once and for all)
presently locked in solitary confinement
disgraceful undeserving penitential sinful wage.
Impossible mission to renounce humor
mine healthy coping mechanism de jure
sprinkling badinage doth beckon and lure
no matter said topic of death lacks cure,
unlike non mortal trial and/or
tribulation oftimes, I communicated before
namely other poetic endeavors
with reasonable rhymes less or more
yours truly hashed out, cuz apropos
persiflage my middle name
helping me endure
declining health and concomitant score,
regarding the once strapping handsome man,
who nsync with mama begat your
truly decent aspiring wordsmith
whereby cloaked skeleton
wielding a large scythe
very soon whisks away loved one extempore,
which bon voyage forever
means onset of tears and sorrow endure
however long mourning process prevails
possibly remaining years I remain healthily alive
perhaps (ideally) at least two score.
Lockdown courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19)
limits administration towards he who birthed us
(myself, and two siblings,
an older and younger sister), a plate glass screen,
nevertheless, I envision an emotional scene
bidding permanent laissez faire thee well,
who will soon rejoin Harriet,
his dearly departed forever queen.
Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...
Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb
of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home
red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises
when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent
deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam
still fifty years since Leipers
bon voyage into netherland
father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love
translated meant absolute zero value
toward offspring they begot,
and made quite clear loathing
heaped upon sundered fountainhead
good for nothing son of a...,
he whittled away precious time
reading avast among trove of material
crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves
mostly to impress intellectual visitors,
when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,
donned with "FAKE" literacy
stereotypical "rednecks,"
inexplicably begot wunderkind
agog with inhaling literature
in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers
oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown
sequestered most remote nook
within local library
few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest
distraction, whence schoolmaster
detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously
dull jabbering subjected
stone faced classmates
into instant soporific state
futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight
including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake
realized quite a vivid dream!
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
To vt reloaded
You will have tons of platina..!!
Says thy glown up retina
Victory sign by fingers too
Adds additional glamour too
Cascadic traces of hair such
Only make you marvellous much
Are you an angel from afar
Or a fairy from system lunar
Curiosity reaches the climax
As you appear on screen max
An opportune moment for me to verse
As thy status updates traverse
Have a blast in a way grand
Along with thy spouse and band..!
Bon Voyage
World travel is a great offer
Only availed by folks philosopher
Standing for triumph and victory
Soon thou make history
Born in Waltair you have passion
Served in Bengaluru with devotion
Hyderabad being thy latest abode
Launched you to the places abroad
May you have all pleasures there
Besides spiritual leisures fair
Wishing thee my Lord Goddess
A bon voyage with joys ace
What a lucky moment for UAE..!
As Vizag Deity vising Dubai..!!
I’ve heard of its grandeur
Besides riches and splendour
May the city be thy next place
Of ruling like a royal ace..!
To tanisu
An MBA with stature tall
Blessed with two kids small
Being her forty second birthday
I greet her come what may
Name stands for being gracious
My sonnet I offer to the lady precious
May she scale all success heights
Enjoying all mirth and delights
Pride of my state and nation
Glorious woman with passion
Grace in her talk and walk
Soon on mission she’s to embark
Queen of her heavenly family
She is my Lord Goddess really..!!
To vt reloaded again
Ethnic grace and fair looks
Makes me verse many books
Belle so pin up and warm
Enormously full of charm
Today being her birthday
Has a blast in full sway
Indian deity oozes a lot
With her divine quotient much sought
Jewellery is of royal grandeur
Attire is super splendour
In blue drape steals the show
Even is bedazzled with her glow
Radiant grin brightens all
With her stature magnetic and tall..!!