Long Trip Poems
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The journey within is a rocky road
A trip long overdue
Where do I stand now with my love for you
For the right place I've searched
Has your residence changed since my last visit
Or have I changed, Jesus
Have I laid down my life for you or others
Have I held onto it
This journey is difficult, should I quit
No, I will continue
Who are my friends, would I give up my life
This journey is tiring
Could I go home, I think it is time~ to
Leave this quest and sleep, sleep
Maybe I'll come back another fine day
To search for this place that has changed since~ when
I don't know how long since
There was a journey within searching for
My true motivation
I took a trip to Paris, France and of course I wanted to see all the attractions,
walk the boulevards, see the museums and art galleries, linger at an outdoor
cafe watching people stroll while sipping on wine and munching on cheese and
bread. I wanted to float down the Seine by boat at night. But my reason, for
this trip was to go to Le Pere Lachaise Cemetery, for that is where my family
ancestors are buried. I knew it would not be easy to find them as this cemetery
is huge, spread over 110 acres, over one million people buried there since 1804.
I walk the paths
lingering at mossy tombs:
a thousand birds sing
It is an amazing cemetery with many famous people buried there like Chopin,
Oscar Wilde, Monet, Voltaire, Degras and thousands more, but also ordinary
people. From simple unadorned headstones to huge towering monuments.
One needs a guide map to navigate the roads and pathways through this maze
of stone. I finally had to go to the office for direction and help to locate my
ancestors grave sites.
death has no time
for in my heart you exist
the smell of decay:
I found out some disturbing information, the plots are leased for 50, 30, 10
years and if not renewed the remains are removed, boxed and tagged and
moved to Aux Morts Assuary in a single tomb. When the Assuary gets over-
crowed the remains are removed, incinerated and the ashes returned.
And that is where my ancestors are, nothing but ashes in eternal storage. The
Aux Morts (To the Dead) Assuary is closed to the public, I found that very
odd and it made me quite sad. Why, what are they hiding?
And those plots where the remains were removed from are re-leased to others,
well that is how the cemetery can keep up on the burials, apparently there is a
long waiting list. I am happy my family plot is in a cemetery in Canada where
the remains of those buried will never be touched.
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July 25, 2017
Haibun/Le Pere Lachaise Cemetery
Copyright Protected, ID 923378
Written for the Haibun Contest
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
First Place
Well what exactly is grace?
God's righteousness at Christ's expense
this sums up God's favour
which His chosen people do experience
So what's it like to be gripped?
by God's grace so undeserving
this grace so full of God
that one can't help but sing
Maybe it's like being held
living under every watchful eye
knowing each error is watched
but also that you will fly
Fly to where? You say
to Christ makes you full
as this fullness tips your cup
no matter you stay cool
This grace really holds you tight
to overcome the darkness of the night
living within this wondrous grip
eternally ever on this trip
poetgord@2013
Ahoy mates! We're going in our boat on a trip.
We're going to do the Great American Loop.
Soon we will be a blip.
We'll take lots of video clips.
We'll be joining a group.
Ahoy mates! We're going in our boat on a trip.
We're getting helpful tips.
Nah! We're not on a sloop.
Soon we'll be a blip
On our pleasure trip.
You want to know the scoop?
Ahoy mates! We're going in our boat on a trip.
We've checked our boat for drips.
Now we can have a grill cheese with soup.
Soon we'll be a blip.
Our boat is our workmanship
As we wave to people sitting on their back stoop.
Ahoy mates! We're going in our boat on a trip
Soon we will be a blip.
there are so many trips that we take everyday
they are not always pretty, but forever is etched in our foundation
each night in bed, we smile and the hairs on my chin make your bosoms tingle
though i do not say it a lot, i am happy to be here
life for me is easier, and i comprehend things better
it is like you came with a paintbrush and painted improved provisions all over my former liftstyle
now things seem so picturesque and clear, and alas i am a better human being
the world in which i now see is the world where i now make my permanent home
it helps to have your heart and your love to build my strength and give me inspiration to keep springing forward
there are so many trips that we take everyday
every trip with you is paradise revisited....even the more unpretty ones....but again i learn and grow from it all....
Spring of 1971, happy laughter
Multi-colored flowers and happy faces
we drive painted vans our parents can afford
We pile in, meeting new friends, some potential lovers
Peppermint breath greet us in half beat valentine waves
Idealists abounded, we flash peace signs in the cosmos
Woodstock knocks around in our dendrite highways
We are determined to drowned out the Viet Nam War
Grayscale news is nightly sharing things that rock our world
We wear rounded rose-colored, or tiny squared off blue granny glasses,
Love beads and two-fingered peace signs resound in our brains
Our hearts are determined to remain child-like magical.
We concentrate on the goodness of strangers
We create our own ambiance we children of the night
Star lit beaches catch our mirthful dancing
Our laughter is excruciatingly loud!
A magical time with an illusion that Viet Nam cannot touch us
Until she does, drafting one son at a time - mostly poor boys
Farm kids and poor kids from Chicago or St. Louis.
Gallantry has not let them escape to Canada.
We dance harder, flinging ourselves into each other’s eyes
Falling in love with every one of the future slain, not seeing fodder.
Helping the disappointed drafted enjoy their last ten days
Giving them brilliant memories for when they are miserable
wetted down in swamps, expecting to die
Reminding them of normalcy before their trip to this unkind place.
Mama Cass and Karen Carpenter are joyfully singing their folk songs
None of us realizing how illusive happily-ever-after is.
Away at a strip club
No clothes are on me
I misread the club rules
Now I feel silly
I’d removed my jacket
White shirt and black pants
Then off came my boxers
I wanted to dance
Two big burly bouncers
Dragged me off the floor
Though I’m still butt naked
They show me the door
I flag down a taxi
Although I’ve no cash
I’m dropped at my girlfriend’s
To her door I dash
She pays the cab driver
And gives him a tip
One look at her stern face
I’m on a guilt trip
She throws me a bath robe
And I put it on
Then I realise that
My work clothes are gone
Although it’s past midnight
She drives me straight back
And gets my belongings
Then gives me some flack
I say that I’m sorry
Won’t do it again
And if I go clubbing
From drink I’ll abstain!
08/08/23
Waves of nostalgia and melancholy washes over me as
I mourn the loss of the good ol' days; a somewhat...
Somber, prolonged trip down memory lane, ruminating over
The final days of freedom before going off to college!
Fun, innocent times with my buddies! Treasured memories made
Under the sun! I wish I could relive them all; I sure
Lived life to the fullest! Sadly, those days I'll never retrieve!
Submitted for...
ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 12/06/2020
I would never make a fuss
The way you crashed just like a bus
Into my life and ran me over
You were like a four leaf clover
Hard to find and so unique
Wheels of love rolled in to seek
My heart for a special journey
There was no way you could curb me
And stop me from entering
Through open door so I can win
The greatest trip I'll ever find
Now I don't feel left behind
You honked your horn for me to hear
The sound of someone who would care
Driving me down streets of love
Handling me with kid gloves
Because I have been run down
And then dragged all over town
Left with lots of tire tracks
Of cheating behind my back
And skid marks that leave me bruised
Now weary I look for clues
To see if a love will be
The real true thing for me
And you passed each secret test
You are certainly the best
Ride that's ever come along
Of a love so deeply strong
Your stores are conveniently located wherever I’m on my way.
Not only that, you are open twenty-four hours a day.
I can always buy your gasoline at a moderate price.
Breakfast items and deli sandwiches look fresh and nice.
An early morning commute can usually be a pain.
I can stop and get a cup of coffee at any store in the chain.
That always makes the trip a lot easier for me.
Two words that describe your operations are “convenience” and “efficiency”.
All your outlets are fine examples of quality.
The cleanliness of the stores and friendliness of employees does impress.
In the world of business, I wish you a lot of success.