Short Backpacking Poems

While backpacking in downtown Mumbai
I digested a spicy meat pie
It wasn't too long
'Till I smelt a pong
And then felt something run down my thigh....

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Backpacking
I search my truth
place unknown—
With abandon 
limbs roam  free
on brown pampas,
thirsting for newfound conquests.


Contest: Whitney 2
5 Sept 2017...

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Many think that I'm going on vacation,
when I go thru hiking,
backpacking where the deer and the antelope roam,
but I am not at all going on vacation,
by any stretch of the imagination.
The truth is I'm going home....

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Nothing excites or amazes me now,
I've either done it, seen it
Or heard about how.
I can read it, need it and heed it in 2 hours
But there's nothing out there that really inspires,

Not like way back when, as I'd brood at the thought
Of backpacking in Asia or
something of the sort
No. Now, though I'm thankful I'm alive and breathing,
Such a pity that humanity oft leaves me seething
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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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If I weren’t afraid I would run toward the mountains.
Backpacking, hard and fast, with my sleeping bag and such.
I would hitch a ride with sixty-five strangers, 
Getting to know them, making them my friends,
Exchanging phone numbers and letting them sleep on my couch.
But I would insist on sleeping in their yard,
Not caring about snakes or spiders,
Welcoming them too
Not being afraid 
any more.


Written: 9-13-2019
Contest:  If I weren’t afraid
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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