Long Vacations Poems
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I'm saving for the least important things
and haven't got a clue
While living for the things more shallow
and hoping to find new
I've taken more vacations now
than any point of view
and haven't got an inkling
as to how I'm going to do
I question why so many fight
for what is best for you
When peace means leaving things alone
will never be at due
I travel round the world cause
to help the kangaroo
Ignoring all the people drunk
I party with for two
I take myself as loyal
for the people nice to coo
And wonder what I'd do without
their love to keep me mew
I only hope the day will come
when everyone has fun
And worry that my life's run down
when others spoil my run
I hope and pray like all the rest
that never seem to end
That I one day will stop and say
exaustion's never lend
As I watch the sun descend from view,
cast shadows across the land anew,
Floating warehouses engulf the sky
thus the shadows never die.
The drones which fill the evening air,
aren’t drones of old to thus compare,
but silent, programmed to communicate,
delivering goods and never late.
The chip implant within my hand
is my identity, you understand,
encrypted with a micro currency
for transaction approval of efficient fluency.
The robots, just like silk to touch
for which nothing is too much
parade the house, each play their part
like humanoids devoid of heart.
From cars that fly to boats that hover;
with 3D printers, everything’s on offer,
from building houses, making repairs
to all items in need of spares.
We sleep in pods with medical guile
monitoring organs in high tech style.
Ageing, now a long lost plague
of a distance past so acutely vague.
The cell phone, an archaic relic
now holographic, almost psychedelic,
run your life, in complete control,
total dependency with no parole.
Vacations restricted not to Earth,
so choose the planet of your birth,
Venus, Mars even the moon
places you will visit soon.
But species die out day by day,
we can do nothing else but to pray,
for nature’s habitat must prevail,
not advancements which the humans hail.
On a Michigan farmer Saturday
in August,
anticipating tomorrow's evangelical Sabbath,
When late summer vacations
invoke house cleaning chores
unusually light,
Heading outside after lunch
into this spectacularly breezy
billowing cumulus clouds
in-between radiant sky blue
infinite wonder
Into this awesomely long leisurely afternoon
becoming one of those farm kids
sent out to rediscover solitary play
while Mom clears HER kitchen
to fill grateful mouths and noses
with impossible fragrance
of Sunday dinner rhubarb pie
or fresh strawberry shortcake,
whipping vanilla or banana cream
while boiling sweet yellow corn,
baking mac and ancient cheddar cheese
for this evening's pre-dusk compline dinner.
On this first summer celebrating Saturday
of low humidity
and temperatures predicting September seventies
Out past our red barn
past its barnyard lily pond
into golden stubbled hay fields
sheared sexy contoured place
of my temporarily uncloseted gay imaginings
hoping for God's grace face
smiling sabbath of sensually healthy return
Continuing on
to private green cool woodland
to nakedly climb a favorite tree
skin to naked bark,
full-bodied embrace
of this fabulous shared EarthLife
transparent
open
strong
yet breezy free flexibility
with inclusive messianic hope.
Out to play,
and pray
this day
and final month
of vacation re-creation
will never end
Or end,
if time must continue,
in moonlit radiant peace,
night dreams
restoring righteousness
into perfect summer Sabbath.
I have never been a big fan of society living.
It has always been a world I'm not comfortable in.
Alone in the wilderness close to nature is my heaven,
I live in society for only one reason, only one.
I am kept here by the strong bond I feel for my loved ones.
One day however I see myself going mentally undone,
when I just can't take anymore society living.
That's when I'll go on one of my survival excursion vacations,
and venture off into some very remote wilderness region,
living only off the land, my only way for surviving.
If I don't return don't assume that the worse has happened to me,
such as a serious injury that led to my fatality.
Chances are I decided not to return most likely,
and live my remaining years absolutely free from society,
in a world that has always successfully made me feel happy.
This is how I see Billy TheKidster's end for everybody,
but he'll live on as a legend possibly,
with many a wilderness Billy TheKidster story.
His near death encounter with a grizzly bear,
the wolf pack he befriended and grew to love and care.
Creative writers will mix truth with total fabrication,
and "Wild Bill" BILLYtheKidster will live on a legend.
The sun caresses my skin on this hot summers day.
It would be wonderful for a slight rain to splash on my
skin in such a way.
I should love it if a cool breeze came floating by.
Time seems to be going by slowly these days.
I hear the words whispered from his lips.
"Don't go all shy on me now".
As his fingertips caress the length of my spine.
We lay naked on the top of the summer meadow.
A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hips.
I saw the cranes fly, as I moved to his touch.
They flew from the edge of the pond, below us.
As we were spread out on the large quilt.
High on the peak, I with my book of prose.
Him, with his glistening body dripping beads of sweat.
I've come to these's highlands since I could remember.
This place was a staple of my childhood, in fact, this
mountain hilltop belonged to my grandparents.
His words rolled on the slight movement in the air.
" Be still", "it was our little game we played".
As he traced the nap of my neck with his tongue
And found his way to my lips, our tongues entwined
like ivy on the forest walls.
We had been friends since the age of twelve.
That's when his parents bought the adjoining land.
You taste like sweet mountain honey, " all mine".
He knew his touch inflamed my senses, as finger
tips caressed his muscles, as nails pierced his skin.
He knew he drove me crazy, as I drifted into bliss.
Though still fully aware of his every touch, every
rhythm of our heartbeats kept tempo with our inferno lust.
His every touch reminded me why I kept coming back for
the summer vacations, besides my grandparents being old.
In fact, this would be the last two days of summer pleasure.
I wouldn't want to lose my editing job, back in the city.
I felt his eager body quiver as we moved together in time.
As he pressed his hips against mine, it was all I could do.
Lovely woman, you are my summers favorite delight !!!
Jan. 7, 2013 Monday 10 pm
I haven't written one like this in about five years.
Thought I'd give it a try.
They went on a mini vacation…they camped under the trees
to experience the wonders of nature at the springs of Manatee.
Because they are not cave people no matter where they roam
they brought with them their iPads, their computer and I-Phones.
But technology at the campground was…how shall we say….somewhat loose.
There was no signal for their I-pad or computer, and their phones were of no use.
So they spent their days and nights walking, talking and…listening with their ears
to the symphony of nature…
they ate breakfast with the deers.
They kayaked on the river and as they lazily paddled around
there were moments when
even if they tried
they could not hear a sound.
They spent their nights by the campfire and gazing at the stars
thinking about their life together and how lucky they both are…
And though they could not use their cel phones…
their computer
or I-Pad
they both agreed it was one of the best vacations
either ever had.
Forever young, bubbly and happy
You found that secret formula
Working your charm for tips
In the best of upscale resto-bars
Where clients indulge in micro vacations
Longing to pamper themselves
You never fail to enhance their experience
With your generous luxurious smile
And that natural glitter in your eyes
You make them feel like
The outside world no longer exists
There’s no hiding or denying
Your exotic trips have tinted your charisma
Your long lavish hair complements your youthful heart
You’ll never give in and get old
Voracious traveller and lover of life
There’s no job you’d rather do
Than greet this classy crowd
You have the party hostess flair
The gift of reaching in for the pearl
And getting the best of people
With your charm it’s the challenge you love
No one walks away forgetting your smile
Untouched by your contagious love for life
It lingers with them like an intoxicating perfume
Read on air by invitation ~ May 1, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 16, 2018 for contest NEW POEMS ONLY 2 sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 1ST
High-spirited sports car enthusiasts, burning rubber
and speeding in the wind. Motorcycle lovers, making
high-sounding noises. Birds singing by day; crickets
by night. Fight off the mosquitoes, wasps, and
all creatures desiring the insides. In heat and
humidity, stay highly hydrated. Drink a lot,
stick with water and soft drinks but stay away
from the hard stuff. Be happy and be wedded,
but also, be wise. Catch a fast plane; be safe
and go far. Or take a slow train and enjoy
the terrain. Her name is Summer, a relative
of April and friends with June and August.
Going kayaking or will you fight the water rapids?
Stay-cations are out; vacations and family reunions
are back. For many a year, the roads always took me East.
But this year, my family is beckoning me to come North.
As we’re deciding what to keep and what to let go of for our move
which will be happening soon
we ran across some old books I made…filled with with my hand-drawn cartoons…
There was a time when I was younger…
I felt by the art gods I was was kissed…
When I thought about leaving my teaching job behind
and becoming…a cartoonist.
So on our family vacations each summer…late hours I would keep…
drawing cartoons recreating our day’s activities…
after our children were fast asleep…
Our family thought those cartoons were silly, funny and unique.
We laughed a little at the humor I created…
and much more at my unusual cartooning technique..
It seems that not only was there no perspective in my drawings…
which caused us all to scoff…
but looking at all my drawings…my proportions were way off.
Heads and feet were too big…arms were too long…
and I still don’t understand…
the correct way to draw faces, shoulders, fingers, legs or hands.
The funny thing is in the 10 years I drew cartoons…
no matter what the circumstance….
because my perspective and proportions never improved…
my artistic ability never advanced.
But perusing through these old cartoons…
still caused Deborah and I to laugh and cry with ease…
for as bad as my cartoons were…they brought back a host of memories.
Memories of times long ago..when our family was together
and all the world seemed right…
when we’d play as a family during the day
and I’d draw my cartoons at night.
These home-made albums held treasures from a fun-filled wonderful past…
and reminded us of times we spent together…that were over much too fast.
But there’s something in these old cartoons…
a feeling in these pages that still enthralls…
Which means these old cartoon books I drew back then
are moving with us
big heads, big hands…and all.
One’s idea of Heaven
Is another’s view of Hell.
That explains why many lives
Stay strictly parallel.
Rural folks may shudder
At the city’s crowds and noise,
While urbanites rank bustle
As among their daily joys.
Some plan for vacations
Which, to them, suggests a cruise;
Others needing culture
Might find such a trip a snooze.
Many go to dinner
And enjoy a juicy steak.
Vegetarians prefer
Their “meat’ when it is fake.
Sometimes choices intersect
And differences converge,
Providing just a little taste
Of someone else’s splurge.
It’s good to be receptive
To another’s choice or style,
Though in terms of what you like,
It might be off by, like, a mile.