Long Vacations Poems
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What's a 'vacation,' anyway?
It should involve 'vacating' --
But need one vacate his place
of residence and 'go somewhere?'
Isn't it enough to vacate one's job
to rid oneself of the headaches, the
worries, the deadlines, the politics
the gossip, the backbiting and the
backstabbing, and all the hundreds
of other job-related unpleasantries?
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For three glorious weeks I've been
unplugged from my job. Completely
untethered. And it's been wonderful
I'm a new man-- renewed, refreshed
ready to go-go-go back to work
I'm excited again! Bring it on!
And isn't that the whole point of a vacation?
I feel it to a small extent - a little tinge of it -
those times I hear about
friends going on vacations to fun exotic places;
friends of mine receiving special presents from their husbands;
women I have known for ages getting plastic surgeries,
losing weight, and looking now like models;
Anyone who does not feel a tinge of jealousy
toward those who are receiving the very thing
one is longing for in one’s own life
I think would not be human!
But most of us can rise above the tinge of jealousy.
All of us are gifted in one way or another.
We need to have security in who we are,
and gratefulness for all the gifts uniquely ours!
Most likely, those whose good fortune we might covet
are looking back at someone else with a tinge of jealousy.
Nobody has everything they want!
We cannot know the many facets of a person’s soul -
their hidden insecurities, their dreams left unfulfilled.
Maybe there exist a few on a higher plane
with not a jot of jealousy inhabiting their heart.
Until we reach that higher plane,
We need to be as happy as we can be.
Congratulate successes of your peers.
Swallow any little bitterness and know. . .
with hard work, you can achieve successes in your life.
Imagine your dream and go for it!
That thing which is of the uttermost importance
will be the thing for which you ought to strive.
What drives you? What brings you the most joy?
Once you’ve answered those few questions,
take stock of your own life.
Are you doing all you can, despite even facing
possible hardships in your current situation?
Don’t sit back and daydream.
Force a smile if you have to.
Be happy for life’s winners.
Envision a dream that is attainable for you;
work for it, being grateful all the while
for the talents you already have.
Those with low esteem or prone to idleness and greed
will not want to do the needful things.
They will feel the tinge of jealousy; then let it fester.
Growing and growing, it will manifest itself
in acts of hideous deceit, or worse,
jealousy can lead to murder and revenge.
It happens all the time,
for it’s the root of nearly every crime!
Breathe. . . and let out jealousy.
Feeling jealous means that you are human,
but never go beyond the tinge of it!
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
The final leg of this journey…the last 50 miles that remained
took us from the city Bangor to the town of Corea, Maine.
On the way we stopped at Pat’s for pizza and Helen’s for blueberry pie…
(our first two stops today along the road)
where the pizza was delicious…and the pie was a-la-mode.
As always we stopped so Deborah could take pictures…
(one her favorite times of day is dawn).
We even paused at an old barn where there was an art show going on.
We lingered there a while…because some of these artists really rock!
but what kept us there the longest is how New Englanders love to talk.
Everyone we met was happy to talk about their vacations
once they heard about ours.
Why I even had a conversation with man who parked the cars.
After all our stopping to eat…to take pictures, to visit…to see the sights
we reached our cottage in Corea…where we’ll spend the next 4 nights.
This is the 26th different place we’ve stayed…with 26 different hosts…
and we thought what better way to end our trip
than in a fishing village on the coast.
When one of the ladies in the Art Barn heard we were going to Corea
she told us to be forewarned…
She said the legend is that Corea is the place where fog is born.
And sure enough as our last stay in an Air B & B was about to begin
once we entered Corea…the fog was rolling in
So it seems we’ll have 4 nights to enjoy the fog…
4 nights to relax…
4 nights to be lost in thought..
4 nights to sit back and try to remember parts of this trip
at our age…we’ve already forgot.
As a little girl, it simply meant, not being in a jail.
Nor being so vicious, like pulling a cat’s bushy taul,
It meant summer vacations, and sharing our toys.
In those days, when it was OK to be a girl or a boy.
People of all colors came here from so many lands.
We celebrated our differences with music and bands
The flag of our country’s union, was for one and all.
We learned, if divided, this great country might fall.
Men and women went to fight in wars across the sea.
Many never came home, they died for you and for me.
I’d love to travel back to those days of sweet innocence.
With no clothes dryers, and roses behind a picket fence!
Fireflies glittered in star-bright, warm, summer’s nights.
Life was so simple then, as we all knew wrong from right.
6/1/2026
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!
I am a summer poet,
I cannot write during school,
And just however hard I try
I end up like a fool.
But when vacations start,
Ideas begin to bloom
And then I start to write
Until there is no more room.
I am a summer poet,
I really do not know why,
When I try to think at school,
Million other things come by -
As I start writing a poem,
I make a list to rhyme,
That reminds me of English class
Which is due in just some time
When I want to think of a title,
All that comes to my mind,
Are the names my teacher would call me,
Because my book I could not find.
Even if I am almost ready,
Meddling with my pen to think,
The pen just breaks out open,
Blotting the whole paper with ink.
I am a summer poet,
I cannot write during school,
And just however hard I try
I end up like a fool.
He Walked on Water
In my youth, I thought it was a farce!
Because I wanted man to be the great
overcomer, not a God!
And most assuredly I found, faith in
man to be an absolute, total bummer!
The darling of the universe!
So obstinate and narcisstic, was I.
I had to learn the excruciating way,
How pig-ignorant it is to try.
College degrees, money, drinking,
endless bonking, vacations left my
inner being so woefully dry.
I tossed the Bible out of my Life and
how blundering I was, struggling
frantically to prove that man was
all there was.
The endless impoverishment of my days,
The fears and tears and loneliness, oh!
These lasted decades and decades.
My crackbrained struggles to find
ultimate truth in folk songs?
Yes, they are still out there with the
pretense of having the world's solutions?
How could I have believed such trash?
I belonged housed, in an institution!
It was decades of a God-less travail,
Some very harsh lessons I had to be taught.
Yet, once I invited God to live within my
soul,
Days of vile emptiness and the most vile
addiction of alll~~proving I was the best,
were removed and gone!!
Gratefully, with one invitation to The Christ
absolutely and suddenly all madness ceased.
(This is the life and truths of a grateful
and not yet accomplished poet.)
Panagiota Romios
4/27/2019
7:00 am PST
What did God do on the Seventh Day?
I think He woke them up, Adam and Eve,
“Hey, grab breakfast off a tree and let’s leave!
Come on, sleepy heads there’s no work today,
but there’s plenty to see and games to play!”
They raced camels through multicolored sands!
It was wonderful with God’s travel plans!
They surfed and swam from far away beaches.
They roamed much farther than my mind reaches!
They had a great time laughing and chatting,
all harmony without any spatting.
They laughed at Baboon standing on his head
and harder still at something Dodo said.
They watched the sunset from God’s favorite place,
Then lay on their backs and stared into space.
When they were done, gazing up at the stars,
God whispered, “Let’s visit Venus and Mars!”
Nothing was impossible! It was great!
But they were human, so when it got late,
God the Father got them home and in bed.
He tucked them each in and kissed each forehead.
Exhausted, there was no need to count sheep.
Adam and Eve’s sleep was dreamless and deep.
As God returned to his home in the sky,
He thought, “Next weekend I’ll teach them to fly.”
CONTEST: What did God do on the Seventh Day?
SPONSOR: Curtis Moorman
DATE: 10/28/2018
Inspired by my own dad and how happily he took us on vacations.
Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.
1 Corinthians 2:9
We hurtle down the last few hundred feet
of steep lavender lined cobbled slope
shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around
a last hairpin turn and there they are:
The blue-white Pampelonne beaches, of St Tropez.
Their indecent beauty almost defeats words.
With the scents of lavender, pine and salt sea air, you can
get dizzy on the aromatics. It's a Mediterranean performance
or perhaps a preview of heaven.
Our daredevil, fifteen year old driver, (Sylvain)
gets an unappreciative look from my mom. My brother (Brice)
and sister (Annick) whoop as if practiced, as they leap
from the open-sided Mercedes shuttle. I calmly gather my things.
This tranquil and elegant beach cove is private for hotel
guests - no chic crowds here - just a few quiet guests and
valets dressed in beige. The Pampelonne beaches are topless
(nude if you like), Annick peels topless just before she hits the waves.
Brice, ever the considerate brother says, “Come ON,
RELAX, you’ll just look like one of the BOYS.”
Which earns him the old, American, one-finger salute.
I missed vacations this year and the beaches - where hours
stretch, with blissful laziness, to the rhythm of nature.
Will we ever get back to some pre-pandemic "normal"?