Short Toured Poems

The orange bee did not fancy her
So, flamboyant, she departed.
But the yellow bee toured the hearth
Until the birth of dusk.
And then, with passion like a dirty desire,
She descended, iced, into the hearth....

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Visited The Hermitage;
(That's Andrew Jackson's home).
My husband looks for history
Wherever we do roam.

We toured the house and grounds
And what we learned was surely plenty;
But best of all, a photo op
With my face on the 20!...

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Haven't toured Paris
    Never stopped in Rome
  Vienna doesn't interest me
    I'd rather just stay home

  I can gaze at Mars from here
    or look up at the Moon
  Imagine Saturn's dazzling rings 
    Aw, hell, I think I'll join you soon...

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what we have heard inferred
this was the word which occurred
reassured could be cured

(with terror endured)
(while on trip we toured)
(while attending herd)
(mentioned by a bird)
(completely absurd)
(being a numb skull)
(said by when cat purred)...

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I've spilled blood in France,
and toured long the tired mile,
and I've seen all bones and gold,
Place Concorde,
and Château de Versailles,

yet Paris is not built with stone...
nor made real with the work of men,
it is a state of mind, and a dream
that never ends....

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ROAD TRIP


Red rocks in Sedona, Arizona
Old Faithful in Yellowstone
Arch in St. Louis, Missouri
Deadwood's graveyards full of bones

Tennessee's Grand Ol' Opry
Riding horseback at Ucross Ranch
In eighteen days, I toured fourteen states
Praise God for providing the chance


21 August 2013
for Kim Merryman's contest...

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Master's Call
We gave our all
to build the wall
of Love so tall.
Then came the fall
of that great wall

We watched football
we toured the mall
both big and small
before the fall
of that great wall

You gave your all
I gave my all
We held the wall
till I gave all
for Master's Call

©Angel Simon 2013...

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In 1964 the Beatles toured the USA
And they stood against the Segregation way
John said they would rather lose the cost
Than take the stage with a segregated crowd as it was a loss

Even in these modern days where this stance
Makes you hip in your current civil rights dance
They stood tall and did not fall
And know it at that time a courageous call. 
© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Beside the Eiffel Tower, 
I walked alone;
and gaped at gardens
with cherry-hued blooms.
My lips had felt
the warmth of brew, 
while seraphs played
the strings of harp.

I toured the city, 
the parks as well; 
I watched the sun
as it bade goodbye.
The sky, though black, 
was filled with gems: 
luring my eyes, 
winning my heart.

-thanks to Frances Angela Torrelavega for having this poem edited...

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How dumb I was
when I danced into that 
countryside floral 
patched square of greenery 
and
an expectation that was no more than a rogue wave,
tilted and uncanny as the solar eclipse,
washed me up like a dead seal
to your shore of lure and promise,
hot and heavy as a snowdrift, 
then changed into
the finality of a shipwreck.
I was the aftermath of young parents,
who toured the ruins of Athens
before they hit thirty....

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my mind is drifting
it is no longer sagging
instead it is smiling
new discoveries will be seen
my eyes have more color
my ears hear more sound
my nose inhales more clearly
a better place i now am

my mind is drifting
it is no longer worrying
instead it feels free
new places will be toured
the weight no longer binds me
the strings no longer entwines me
the thorns no longer lacerate me
a straighter stance i now stand...

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I was looking at the starry sky
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.

I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.

I could watch a super nova
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays,
And marvel at planetary rings
As I toured the milky way.

I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled....

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I was looking at the starry night
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.

I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.

I could watch a super nova,
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays
And marvel at planetary rings,
As I toured the milky way.

I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled....

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I toured the world in search of deepest cavern,
Into its dark core I yearn to build a castle,
To let my hesitation live the life of his own.
Too much under him I have served
From the infant dawn to the tootless dust, 
I have served him enough, haven't I.?
What opulent reward awaits me
For being his only loyal servant?
Procrastination? yeah! procrastination,
A reward of his good for nothing.

#Don't hesitate to do what you belive in....

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They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song....

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I've toured the world and lived life hard,
Sordid tales I can not hide.
I've logged some miles,they're on my face
And in the baggage by my side.

I've made poor choices in the past.
Tried hard to let memories go.
But sometimes scars don't fade away,
They stay to help you know.

Every day my satchels packed,
Carrying acts that need repentance.
Swinging on the shoulders of my all girl band
The Fabulous Me and The Resentments.


I Carry With Me....    Contest...

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The trees were filled with herons
On a branch or in a nest.
To see the babies being fed
And squawking was the best.

Some other birds were sitting
On a batch of eggs, bright blue,
While alligators poked their heads
From water, like they do.

Assorted ducks and feathered friends
I couldn’t really name
Were flying yon and thither
To the birders’ great acclaim. 

My visit to the wetlands 
I was sorry had to end,
But mostly ‘cause I toured it with
A dear and much-missed friend....

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