Long Vacation Poems
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Imaginations fun and free
From simple things to really fancy
Your mind just escapes somewhere new
Like when pigs are flying over you
With wings spread out sharing the sky
With elephants sharing the sky
An umbrella you will need
It will get messy yes indeed
When it's raining cats and dogs
Look out for the falling "logs"
It's hard to tell or really know
If its hot or frigid cold
No coat or not upon your shoulder
Visiting a hell that might freeze over
Exploring your minds imagination
Can be a scary vacation
Like a bull in a china shop
Never knowing what thoughts will drop
A good and funny place to find
Dreamy thoughts crashing your mind
Every creature has a hidden agenda
Every dream tells different story
With secrets lashing from opposite directions;
So think of the storm on Christmas day,
Rain taking vacation during planting season,
Wind and dust on wedding day,
Or friends forever changing their minds;
For we live in the midst of distinctiveness
With crossroads everywhere
Conflicts surrounding our unique journeys'
Resurrecting doubts in every corner,
So in spite of happiness in our valleys
Every creature has hidden agenda
In spite of joy growing among us,
Every creature has hidden agenda,
And despite sweetness hanging upon our lives,
We still hold on to our forbidden treasures
Secrets hanging in our hearts
Sheltering our separate formations
That keeps us tight to our hidden agendas
For our bond is not immortal
It is like bunch of tree leaves
Truth and honesty are not guaranteed,
For every creature has hidden agenda
Thoughts manipulation is our daily bread,
For we all have hidden agendas
The fun of this world is that my Lord is one. No mishaps or wishwashy mistakes on bending my in knee in prostration. My king is Allah and I wish to meet and greet him when my soul is taken to heaven. You see, my desire is paradise and I refuse to roll the dice on that dream, why waste being proper when the golden trees and rivers that are sweet to the taste, that will have my taste buds jumping in joy because oh boy, an everlasting stay in a place of supreme serenity, no vain pains, but everybody is equal and the people that made peace on this earth have eternity waiting for them.
My dream no matter how far it may seem is to have the fate of being allowed into the gates, along with my family and being greeted by the angels of mercy. To see foods of my liking spread across a table and to live in a kingdom without an ounce of rudeness. Noone calling me out my name, but I will reside beside people who have fame. They were good in God's temporary illusion despite all the confusion.
I was out wondering
On this beautiful sunny morning.
It is astonishing
How my nose is capturing
The smell of the ocean which my mind is now
registering.
A little further down sea oats are dancing
In the breeze. I can hear the waves crashing
Over the rise I see white crested waves rolling
In towards the shore. My mind is unravelling.
The wind blows sea spray in to my face how refreshing
I lick my lips they taste salty on examining.
The warm white soft sand is pampering
My bare feet as I am whimpering.
This is living!
I hear seagulls singing
In an off key chorus watching
For any signs of food. Now their flying
Scavenging
Directly over me. How inspiring.
Sea shells, coral, starfish, sand dollars, and driftwood
Are being
Left behind. The water is giving
Up the seas treasures as my mind is thinking
This my boy is traveling.
A vacation was needed,
off on a cruise we were treated.
Great cabin, food, parties and shows,
now in a chair with a book about a rose.
The seas got really rough,
off the desk went our stuff.
Into the cold water we went,
we swam like it was a swimming event.
A tropical island we did reach,
feeling like pirates we hit the beach.
The first thing we need to do,
is make shelter for me and for you.
Fresh fruit and fish both day and night,
oh my what pure delight.
The blast of a very loud horn,
we thought we were airborne.
Now awake and back in port,
our tropical island dream was no resort.
Themed based
takes the place
of sponsorship strategies
a consortium of things
that angles on the
possibilities
Wrong choices
selfish motives
and disobedience
are key points to began
instruction
each theme focuses on
person " Anyone"
who needs instruction
but does know
the right terminology to
illustrate what he or she needs
Thematism and Sponsorage
teaches terminology with
word usage and definitions
to separate
the confusion
of spoken words
in play or in day to day
communication.
We will take time
to find each genre were each
term is usaed and
define it's purpose.
Using the right word in
the right pretext
illustrates one's professionalism.
Incontext studies
will separate each term to use
words in the jargon and field
where it is surpassed to be.
For example Prise Mandel
is smart. But a person on his job
doesn't like him.
Instead of auguring with him
or fighting him
he uses his position as manger
to get Brice into trouble.
He put's Brice in charge of
management while he is on vacation.
He tells Brice that he is to
reopen the restaurant after hours
and asks Brice to
clean the grills and stoves before
inspection.
He tell Brice to write
the chore list under
the title " duty of the Flurrers".
Flurrer is a **** term. When
the District manager came
to review the books she see's
Brices entry in the Chore Ledger
under Duties of the Furriers:
and she instantly fires Brice for
being unprofessional. Brice has
now been seen as a joker, someone
unprofessional. And he doesn't
ed and worked
to achieve.
A Green Dog Loves Decent Purple Dandelions
I knew I had it with me
It gave me so many great ideas
Shaped them and formed them into poetry
Lately the words do not come to me
They mix together and become incomprehensible
I write, “A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
That won’t make sense to anyone with some drugs
I want to write
I want to create something special
“A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
What the hell does that mean?
They came from my fingers through my keyboard
My fingers were controlled by my mind
What was my mind thinking?
What was the imagery I was intending?
Christ, I wish I knew
He won’t tell me what was in my mind
I don’t think he would want to know
I just know one thing
With lines like that my mind is not with me
It left with a bottle of Kentucky whiskey
Travelling on its own
My mind is on vacation to a different planet
A planet in a galaxy so many light-years away
It may never come back to help me be creative
“A green dog loves decent purple dandelions”
That may be the last line I ever write
And THAT would be a hell of a way to be remembered
Concourse "C"
Part 2
She screams in excitement
running to Asavvy poet
arms extended, fine.
Voluptuous, divine.
Leaning on the wall,
professionally dressed.
She shows impress,
this hearts empress.
His angel without wings,
her invisible halo shines above.
Already lost in her eyes
he knows it must be love.
Four years of conversation,
a companion over the phone.
Cyber sex through video
windows.
Alone now,
in this Marriot suite,
room two zero three.
Her bodies his retreat.
A vacation hot spot,
her honey pot,
stimulating his astronaut.
Heavy,
her waterfall.
Steamy,
they pump their distant love.
They lay,
embraced,
the hotel room in disarray
Some call this fate.
That destiny has its ways.
In that their souls were interconnected,
to share this perfect day..
Jared Pickett
1/21/06
I would like a dream vacation,
Paris is my destination;
For me this would be a delight,
I am ready to book a flight.
I will walk the wide boulevards,
And sneak a peek at nice backyards;
Oh, it would be lovely at night,
I am ready to book a flight.
I would drift on the Seine River,
The Louvre- I would stay ever;
The Eiffel Tower, what a sight,
I am ready to book a flight.
At the Notre-Dame I would pray,
In the boutiques I want to stay;
In an old cemetery- write,
I am ready to book a flight.
And search for my French ancestors,
Unadorned graves with no answers;
Oh, almost there, but just not quite,
I am ready to book a flight.
__________________________
February 4, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Paris, My Destination
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 752-282-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Take A Vacation,
sponsor, Lin Lane
Fifth Place
A big man
Stands
Roasted pink on the ocean beach
Unleashing his gut over his bathing suit
Holding a can of Miller Lite
Surely a used car salesman in real life
Shows off
In front of a group of friends
Lifts his free hand like the Statute of Liberty
To a flock of hungry seagulls
That swoop to his pinched fingers
He laughs and laughs
“Those dumb birds! Look at me training them!"
Shouting so loud
That all the beach sunbathers look up
Aroused
But the witty birds catch on quickly
Settle back to pecking the sand.
Annoyed
He bends down and rips open a bag of chips
Returns to his gross pose
Whistles like a Robin (I don’t know why)
And the gulls rise again
Snatching one chip after the other
Squawking fighting
He can’t help himself
Amidst the maelstrom of wings
But feed them the whole bag.
He loves it!
But with his friends still cheering him on
His wife casually smiles
And snaps her own two fingers
For him
To please please sit down.