Long Sightseers Poems

The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were waved through the main gate and headed onto the main...

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Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins were so excited and Dragon was always eager to please.
But...

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On this peaceful land where we live comfortably 
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon, 
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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My father raised roses from the very root
     they grew in straight, taunt, magnificent shoots.
They stretched high determined to touch the sky’s very brink
     in blooms of...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she spatters and splashes
slivers of saffron, sepia and sienna shades,
slapdash over...

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28th jan2012
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
These wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide...

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Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and...

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The cherry blossom over the Osaka River in Osaka city,
Keeps the castle overhead mesmerized in its beauty,
The pink and white blossom sparkle and shine on nice Spring Day,
Like the stars glowing from supernova in an...

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Salvaging sweet sunshine
                                ...

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Lake, Pond, and Kettle

The lake is glistening beneath the sun,
and paddle boats leave ripples in the light. 
The sky above, a lovely turquoise blue
with fluffy cotton-candy clouds in sight.

Sightseers settle on the wooden porch;
from rocking...

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Castles and mansions such tourist attractions
Buses carrying the flocks
Of sightseers a many
Cameras flashing at old Big Ben
Back streets full of litter and broken men
Bottles empty after another cold night
The beauty of poverty, empty wind swept...

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In the summer months, Neuschwanstein Castle hosts six thousand visitors a day.
Mad King Ludwig II of Bavaria’s ghost cannot keep these sightseers away.
He does his best to make them feel uncomfortable, inserting sadness in each...

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When everything starts going awry
No qualms in acceding to a special mortal, no matter how grouchy

All gospels on controlling sentiments go down the drain
Blessed and cursed simultaneously like an ounce of hydration in a desert...

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While the sky is sparkling and twinkling in a loud happy way
Shooting toward the heavens, meeting aliens in flight
There is a reverence and awe felt among the sightseers
We are clutching our children, who are staring...

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The very first week of every October
Bright yellow, orange, amber, purple and red
Splash artistry on New Hampshire’s White Mountains
As the tourism season comes to a head

North Conway’s old railroad station is abuzz
Men in traditional conductor...

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Lethargic lucid dreams
Filled with fervency and vivid imagery
Of the gravitational pull of my alcazar
Blissfully bringing the waves crashing
Upon my distasteful catacombs
Visions of the shell shocked sandy floor
Crowd my frontal sightseers
The caress of the sluggish amphibian
On...

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The day started
as a breeze without tracks
in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn;

But days come without warranty,
of things starting right,
remaining that way;

For soon after sunset
this breeze had metamorphosed
into a locomotive,
following a northeasterly path,
its only...

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For thirty-three years,
you stood there in full view
to so may sightseers 
at Broad Street and Pattison Avenue.
South Philadelphia
was the site where you stood.
Sports memories were a plethora;
they were both bad and good.
To the Eagles...

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12th Street

The curtain rises, the stage light
beams on the darkest street in town.
On a hot night, 12th street lives.
The old abandon buildings jump
with jazz, hot rock, and laughter.
Transient stars appear in glittering gowns,
poising for sightseers...

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A boat called the Manhattan II,
With sightseers on board,
Just glided by en route to places
That they’ve not yet toured.

Inside were people sitting down
But outside, on the deck,
Some tourists stood, with better views
Of sights they’d want...

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