Short Backpackers Poems

In my dreams
I'm always alone
on monorail subway platforms
on anonymous beaches
with crowds and sharks feeding
and I the only swimmer.

In my dreams
I'm searching
cold rooms and buildings
backpackers hostels
street people alleys
rejected by old friends
yearning for my lost love
who has been taken
by other women
he loves more than me....

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“Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam …” —Dr Brewster M Higley VI


Oh, give me a home ...
where the big bison bellow,
bellowing in beautiful
bucolic backgrounds,
backgrounds begging
backpackers beware,
beware of being beset by
big bison bellowing!

Beset by a bison?
Bison basics best behavior—
Better to back up bovine-like
than be busted up by a bison

Better believe it!...

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In winter I nestle 
under your quilt warming me  
till snow melts.

In spring I bloom 
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.

In summer I watch 
hordes of backpackers, under my shades 
as heat wave makes them bored.
	
In fall I remember 
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.

Before your eyes I became 
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes....

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A one-time backpacking zebra with a rah rah rah
Went down the mountain sliding down a long seesaw
We yelled hey wait! Don’t you usually walk.
He gave us a rude hand gesture; and a little squawk.

I did not know that backpackers rode down sleds I yelled.
He mooned me good, which I thought was even ruder still.
I was glad when he ran into a picnic table at the bottom of the hill.
Which was not kind, but it was the way I felt said my brother Bill....

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