Long Tourism Poems
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The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the apple in eyes of the Caribbean
the place of my birth
like the planet Saturn camouflaged
in sun, sand and sea!
The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the archipelago we all love
from Grand Bahama,
Abaco, Exuma to Inagua
a sanctuary where summer vacations
and island hopping are endless!
There is an abundance of activity
for Bahamians and tourists can all enjoy
Junkanoo, Goombay Fest and Pineapple Fest
buying Androsia Print
and scuba diving in The Dean's Blue Hole!
The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
I'm very proud to be a loyal Bahamian
with your balmy coconut trees
and your tropical white sandy beaches
you are God's gift to the tourism industry!
Australia was zerocovid,
with quarantine and tracing set up too.
That kept the virus at bay.
But too many people were coming into the country,
It was only a matter of time before the virus broke away,
from HQ into the community.
Scott Morrison wanted to open the borders anyway.
He done most of the damage.
He wanted to dish out orders again.
So he gently pushed Gladys Berejiklian,
To let the virus out into the community
And go for some sort of vaccine herd immunity.
He tricked all the Premiers too
"Use your powers to mandate"
feel that power, feel that energy
Well, Daniel Andrew jumped straight into the lake
He made a bloody big mistake
Then he tries to mandate
Daniel Andrew set Australia on a path
From which it can never recover
There is no turning back the clock
covid zero will be lost, lock stock and barrel
Annastacia Palaszczuk will make the same mistake.
For Gawd's sake they have sealed our fate
The other states will follow soon
Tasmania, SA, and NT too
I keeping thinking it must be a full moon
For tourism, for wealth and for prosperity they said.
But they forget about health and med
let it be clearly said
Western Australia does not have to follow
But probably will
Which makes it a bitter pill to swallow
Mark McGowan is mandating the vax
In a state with zero covid
for sake, en relax
The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
Regina city councillors under fire
For ad campaign’s not looked at prior
How someone did not think to inquire
Check the news if you think me a liar
This province had some odd news breaks
Like the Tim Hortons with the snake…
The moose in the school for hoof’s sake
But this capital city goof takes the cake
I suppose they were hoping for a laugh
Now it looks like there’ll be some new staff
The response may still be half and half
Talked about around the coffee carafe
They’ve taken a lot of flack in the past
Tried to steer into the skid at last
That plan backfired pretty damn fast
A collective face palm, country vast
A headline that didn’t need to be spun
With marketing that cannot be undone
Since the new slogan that they chose to run
Is : “The city that rhymes with fun”…..
** Slogan since retracted by Experience Regina
Still Managed to make International headlines, well done...
I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.
The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.
Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived my mind.
A healing spring, with powers to restore,
A gift from God, forever in store.
Idanre's hills, a tourist's delight,
A haven for nature, in all its might.
Longevity and prosperity, God's blessings true,
Reflect in the people, with hearts anew.
Their men and women, handsome, beautiful, and strong,
Beholders of beauty, with hearts that belong.
Producers, problem solvers, with a spirit so bright,
United in ceremony, with love and delight.
What price adventure
When the risk outweighs the venture,
No dishonor not to start,
Merely you just being smart.
If compunction is the cause,
That adrenaline rush which draws,
Take a breath and think it through,
Is the only one affected - you?
Does bravery need be so foolhardy,
With reason as an afterthought and tardy,
When blind desire clearly trumps all thought,
For ego trips that can be simply bought.
Extreme tourism knows no other name,
Never quite the path to everlasting fame,
At best it gives a sudden winded rush,
At worst with Death itself you'll surely brush.
So many have regardless met such fate,
Gone far too soon before their fated date,
For every mountain peak or ocean deep,
Lie countless graves where mothers sadly weep.
I've traversed Kansas more times than I care to remember,
In the searin' heat of August and the chilly cold of December.
I suppose the Kansas Tourism folks would disagree with me,
But bless my soul - there just ain't all that much to see!
The roads stretch interminably - towns are few and far between.
To stay alert I slurp numerous cups of rancid, vile caffeine.
There ain't nothin' but nothin' along the monotonous route.
Will this agony ever end? The pointless question is moot!
Crestin' a rare hill and stretchin' ahead arrow straight,
Are endless miles and miles of shimmerin' interstate.
I even welcome my spouse's idle prattle to keep me alert,
As eighteen-wheelers and the road crews I try to avert!
There's lots of sunflowers but a definite paucity of trees.
Praise be for air conditionin' - outside 'tis ninety-nine degrees!
I do spot some cows, goats, sheep and Poland China hogs,
And a sign touts a place to see rattlesnakes and prairie dogs!
We whiz past places like Russell, WaKeeney and Kanorado.
At last we cross the line to my colorful state of Colorado!
I'm sure Kansas ain't all desolation - that I would not imply,
But next time we have occasion to head east, I think we'll fly!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
If I were Prime Minister
The air would be pure
Greenery would dominate
And nobody would be poor
Health would be a priority & Malta would flourish
Our land fully nourished
The Sandy beaches will light up across the Island
When the Moonlight hovers over its warm golden sands
We'll hear the sound of horses' hooves & that of a drum From Musical bands we''ll listen to the people hum
Couples will walk by hand in hand
Tourism will increase
Year after year
People flocking to visit to enjoy the Summer days & nights
In our beautiful Malta, our paradise
We'll hear the clinking of glasses
As People Celebrate life
All races welcome here
Girl or boy
Malta will be safe, there'd be nothing to fear
Criminals will be sent far far away
And we will live happily every single day!
Copyright@BrigittePace2019
I want to dream again,
Seeing the statue of liberty,
Caressing the fumes of New York,
To walk along Hollywood BLD,
With my new girlfriend,
I want to dream again,
Sleeping in a Youth Hostel,
Close to the harbor of Philadelphia;
I want to share a naïve look,
At the banks of the Mississippi,
With my new girlfriend,
I want to dream again,
flying over the Grand Canyon,
With an helicopter of tourism,
I want to wander in the Yellowstone,
Crossing again, San Francisco, in a rose limousine,
With my dear girlfriend,
I want to dream again of America,
Far away from doctors and hospitals.
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess