Long Camping Poems
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Redlight One to Mission Control!
Can you read me, Can you read me?
Are you there?
Has the comet hit you yet?
Did the 'Nuke it Baby' missile work?
Can you read me? Can you read me?
Perhaps not!
Oh well, here we all are,
in our tin can spaceship,
with our tin can robots driving the show.
With all our tin can things on board.
Tin can demountables for our homes.
Tin can of food on board stored.
Tin cans of water and all else we need.
Bit like camping in our teens.
For our colonization of Mars,
needs all these tin cans to succeed,
for a life live'n forever in,
and outta a tin can.
Hide the can opener from Elon!
Please!
It had matured into
something totally
different from it's meager
begann9ings.
From what was made
a specticaule of
and doubted
now a realist view in light of
it's truth.
Practical and effeint
in every point of view
one spoke from up here
even the lowest places seem
worthwhile and meaningful
the depths of it's reality
has been encompassed and surveyed
usage of every inch seems
practicail and the effeinacy of
it structure
ensures it's success.
Made right by the hardest of work
designed and deticated to the
success of the project.
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they wanted to find sponsers to create a new
thematic game adventer.
25 miles a race with three teaams
that is centered on culinary arts and equestrain displays.
challenges from task and completion
designed to score and to be evaluated.
The completion of three meals
with rules that regulate there comnpletion and the effectivness of
the trained professionals who
are tasked with there completion.
trophies and ribbons
award iin a point system that has a grandprize and
evalution officail that award points all along the way.
Three teams start at a subzero position
and with both tradition and modern eqipment they are tasked to perform.
each team to consist of 25 memebrs
that are faced with challenges both culinary and
mechanical obsticlaes that have each team to complete in order to get fromn one position to the other.
From Camping to feeding clean-up then to relocating and waiting for the fall back indivdauls to advance and to be recamped.
Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech
Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout
Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting
They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew this battle wasn’t one of our affairs
Still we watched from our place in our lawn chairs
Not much caring that it was darkening their tears
We watched for hours and heard their angry shouts
When we finally hit the sack it was midnight or thereabouts
While we laughed and hooted at the wife’s victory
That husband was bellowing that this was contradictory
Never would we forget that vacation with its entertainment
During our monotony on the beach this was our sustainment
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Covered in muck, dust, dirt and filth,
The rods were pulled from the shed,
Brought inside, through the kitchen,
And laid all over the bed.
And the tackle box was emptied of hooks and sinkers,
Old lures, old bobs, and line,
Then the esky got emptied of the last camping trip,
Of empty old bottles of wine.
All washed and dried with thick soapy water,
Then packed to wait for the day,
When we’d all get up early and, with our tent and our beds,
We’d simply just drive away.
And the day came along, we all left the house,
Released from the old ball and chain,
We went camping and fishing, up by the river,
In a torrential, cold steady pouring rain.
"I seem to find the happiness I seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek." ~ Irvin Berlin
"I seem to find the happiness I seek
when I'm atop a Sierra Nevada mountain peak." ~ by poet
The time for our annual camping trip is here.
My brothers and I - none of us can wait
for these two summer weeks each year.
We wake up early and hit the interstate.
Still dark, we see the amazing desert sky -
nature's breathtaking, starry slate.
The sunrise over cactus meets the eye,
above, a majestic California hawk
soars in the smog-less, clear blue sky.
Arriving in the mountains, it's time to walk.
We'll hike to a flowing crystal creek,
and hear the silence - there is no need to talk.
We will find the happiness we seek,
standing on a Sierra Nevada peak.
We'd go camping away from city lights,
two best friends, on the cutting edge of wow.
And gaze at the stars on warm summer nights,
connecting with the universe, somehow.
The world was our oyster, we'd shuck for pearls,
leaving our fortunes in the hands of fate.
But when we started hanging around girls,
our friendship slowly began to abate.
We drifted apart and said our goodbyes,
but that was then: this is now, and we've changed.
We're no longer those hormone-driven guys:
I'm sorry that our friendship got short-changed.
I'd like to start over again, my friend:
let's not let our forever friendship end.
The Nativity
Macy's Christmas parade
Jingle Bells on a Silent Night
Lionel Trains sets
Anxious and can't sleep
colorful gift wrapping paper
bows and ribbons
large family xmas gathering
Lit Brother's Christmas village (phila)
Fruit cakes and apple cider
Sitting on Santa Claus’s lap
Colorful lights draping the street posts
Crying scared of Santa Claus (myself)
Sears Christmas catalog
New pajamas
Barbie and GI Joe
Christmas carolers’
Decorating the Christmas tree
Rock em Sock em Robots
Snow on Christmas day
Woolworth 5 & 10
Easy bake oven
Last minute shopping Christmas Eve
Peace on earth, good will toward men
GI Joe with the kung fu gripe
three page Christmas list
Cabbage patch dolls
Hot wheels
Toys R US big toy book
Atari
School and church Christmas plays
Teddy Ruxpin
Game boy
No snow on Christmas day
Tickle me Elmo
Power Rangers
Nintendo
Stores sold out
Pre internet
Desperate search for the last Nintendo
Christmas gift bags
Laptops & tablets
Re-gifting
Xbox 360
Gift cards
Extreme Christmas lights
Amazon
Latest I-phone
Hoverboards
Hallmark’s 45 days of Christmas movies
Hoverboards catching fire
Camping out all night
Play station 5
The Nativity
What’s your Christmas memory?
PLAYIN' CATCH
Mom and Dad would have the car packed the night before we left,
the station wagon filled with all the essentials we'd need for our
extended camping trips. Dad always made sure I had my ball glove
ready for rest stop breaks. This was my favorite anticipated time of
the trip!... when we would stop, Dad would tell me to grab my glove,
but I was already out the door, lookin' for a clear stretch of grass to
throw with him. Dad had the same glove all through the years, an
old, beat up version that didn't have much padding. I used whatever
glove I was currently using for the team I was playing on, either
a present from him, or a gift, sometimes from a coach. Dad wanted
me to start throwin' easy, as his eyesight wasn't all that sharp, and
he needed to limber-up first, and focus on the 'heat!' I was tossin'.
I remember he would always encourage and compliment me on my
improvement since the last time we threw!. Our trip out west, "Custer's
Last Stand"...Yellowstone National Park".... our trips to "Itasca State Park"
and "Tettegouche State Park" always settin' aside time to "play-catch".
In time, Dad couldn't follow the thrown ball very good, and I remember
when he told me he couldn't "play-catch" any more; by then I was
playin' varsity ball in high school, and Dad would come watch me play.
I always still brought his old glove and favorite 'rubber-coated' baseball
along on outings, so he wouldn't think I didn't remember he was
still my hero, whether he could throw or not. I treasure those moments
now, and always try to 'play-catch' with the little cousins of mine,
encourage and compliment them on their improvement,
.......since the last time we 'played-catch'
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Hitler accidentally bombed his nephew's house
In Liverpool, so he joined the U.S. to fight with the Allies
A blue whale's tongue weighs more than an elephant
Now aren't you really glad you tuned in?
There are two hundred million insects for every human
Wouldn't have gone camping if I knowed that!
We weigh slightly less when the moon is directly overhead
Due to the gravitational effect
Too bad the moon doesn't shine all day
100 lightning strikes occur worldwide every second
Stay indoors!!!
Humans grow about 8mm every night while asleep
But revert back to their normal height the next day
Oh so glad, otherwise we'd spend a fortune on new clothes
250 people have fallen off the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Guess they leaned a little bit too much
1 in 28 American school-aged children
Have a parent in either state or federal prison
Holy crap! A really great example to follow
A single healthy human male produces enough sperm
In two weeks to impregnate every fertile woman on the planet
Uh! I volunteer my services... no charge!
Although gold is a heavy dense metal
It is generally considered non-toxic
Gold flakes may even be ingested in foods or drinks
No wonder restaurant meals are so high
Pope Francis once worked as a bouncer in a Buenos Aires bar
“Doing God's work?”
Mozart wrote a canon entitled “Leck mich im Arsch”
Which loosely translated means “Lick my deriere”
Nuff said!!!
Way, way back in 1974,
When I was just a teen
Three friends and I went to this place
I'm sure you never seen
We all went on a camping trip
Two miles in the woods
We packed our gear, our fishing poles
And all our other goods
This place in Pennsylvania,
Has a gorgeous waterfall
This story's true I'm telling you...
So here's what I recall
We were standing in our underwear
Bathing in the river
The water was so darn cold
My lips began to shiver
We were so deep into the woods;
We never would be found
But you won't believe what we saw
When we turned around
Strolling down the mountain
And bringing all their gear
Were four girls who saw us all
In our underwear
All the girls were our age
And one was VERY fine
I told my friends to all- "BACK OFF"
For that one there, was mine
As the hours passed, I kissed that girl
Yep, she had fallen for me
So I took my knife and I carved our names
In this big old tree
Forty years later I went back
To see what I would find
To my surprise there was that tree
And the names I left behind
FYI: Although I only spent a weekend with this girl that I met over 40 years ago, for some reason I'll never forget her name. "Marlene" This was in Bushkill Falls, Pa. I was 16 years old and believe it or not back in the day I thumbed it there. From NJ where I lived it was a two Hour car ride. It took us twelve hours by thumb.
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