Short Tourism Poems
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A paradise
You enter the country
Someone will follow you
And kill you gently
In a dark alley
Paradise never was so relaxed
Form:
Country to country traveling
Tourism and terrorism
Visiting nature and flowers
Look at and go tourists
Pluck that and go terrorists!
People today are fat, not swift,
So The Western Wall needs a lift*
But here's the rub
An ancient tub
Saves each tear as temple gift
*(lift="elevator")
For koalas and wallabies yearning,
piles of money for tourism earning,
to Australia flying
and on jet fuel relying,
we now lose it and yell: "Oz is burning!"
REFUSAL TO DUCK
Tucker sits on lawn chair sipping his pop.
Two bullet holes like flies land on backdrop.
A retired mechanism.
He’s done with tourism.
He’s a sitting duck in front of a shop.
8/16/2017
Tourism, citizens, tourists
citizens, tourists, tandem
tourists, tandem, bandwagon
Tandem, bandwagon, sweat
Bandwagon, sweat, tears
sweat, tears, nosedive
tears, nosedive, health
nosedive, health, culture
Even in an heavy destruction of air
capitalism shout with joy
but not the climate
when everything goes wrong
you should take a fling at the barn
look up into the sky with a smile
take a sandwich or three
while the environment goes to hell
Tourists traipse over sites.
The necropolises
Team with the secular;
Teasing mortality.
Trauma and terror marked,
Tasked with introspection:
To learn ‘Never Forget’.
2021-04-26
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Sea tides undulate
Salt saturates wide valleys
Fish leap helplessly
Seagulls laugh at moment’s spare
Desert sand surrounds
Lonely land mass residing
Brim with tourism
Festivals ignite the flame
Native culture dance
Parties prosper all around
Sun enlightens all
Skin tans from ash to brown dust
Reggae music blasts
Life turns to relaxation
This is paradise
The Leprechaun's about the luck
that he can carry with him
When you would only want the luck
to keep him from tourism
And he could only stop for you
to tease you for derision
When you would only be too slow
for making poor decision
And he could only say to you
your luck will change for vision
When spirits rise to working hard
for luck come from provision
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
Gem of the paintings, portraits and poetries.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
To feel its beauty, replicas in many countries.
Stands tall to enhance the tourism power.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
- S. D. Tiwari
Human spaceflight is an epoch making thing
And space tourism – a new normal amazing
Effect of spaceflight on the human body
Has been a supreme subject for everybody
Space habitat is my curiosity extreme
As my cosmonauts study umpteen
Bioastronautics and space pharmacy
Will soon be a regular supremacy
Space architecture being latest command
Let’s fulfil the universal demand..!
Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple
Museums, beaches, cafes by the score
The phrasebook conversations with the service people
Cliches in their predictable galore
You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures
The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed
You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures
And file them in the archive, to forget.
amish capital of holmes county
feed mills, flour mills,
amish canned goods
bringing in tourism
broasted chicken
horses chopping up state route 93
leaving souvenirs on road way
family park along creek
as train goes through town
children retrieving coins on tracks
as they are worn thin
BALTIC
home at one time
now somewhere to go for vacation
while visiting family and friends
People who claim to have encountered vampires:
a are crazy
b are liars
c 'necks' question please
People who claim to have seen ghosts:
a are confused
b need glasses
c are mediums (or maybe even larges)
People who claim to have seen the Loch Ness monster:
a are dreamers
b work for the Scottish Tourism Board
c need to be 'loched' away
written 28th January for Suzanne's Multiple Choice contest
We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made
But that ended then and now the song did fade
So here we are a place whose population
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
My city is a tourist spot
People come from all over
It’s also the home for Scad college
Which has pushed the price
Of renting a house or
An apartment sky high
They do what’s best
For tourism and Scad
The bus stops were removed
From downtown which made it
Harder for the people who
Live here, longer walks in between
Stops, or the bus not going
In their direction, what about the
Taxpayers who depend on public trans
Poachers shrug off
their critics,
who say that they are aiding
elephants' extinction - the
people who are thirsty
for money from tusks claim
that poaching
doesn't destroy the world,
it only destroys poverty
and feeds their hungry families.
They press the triggers,
without foreseeing a wild with no elephants;
a nation with no tourism;
an orphaned elephant calf;
a beauty scrapped off from Mother Nature's creation....
Photo #2
Date: 09/04/2016
Given in appreciation
but taken away on request
translated to foreign land
but asked to surrender everything
employed to serve unknown guests
but asked to behave brainlessly
taken for a tour as personal effect
but chained for whims of tourism
Today young girls of the world
are chattels of people’s wishes
They are dustbin of weird whims
hijacked, negotiated, looted, lied to
are groundnut paste of pleasure
nothing in this world they are
but chattels, empty scraps!
I am
a believer in the gospel of Jesus Christ
a redeemed child of The King
an enthusiast of end time prophecies
a patriotic Bahamian
a lover of Rake and Scrape, Junkanoo, Goombay and Calypso
a September baby
a beach lover
an ocean lover
a nature addict
an environmentalist
a lover of coconuts
a tour guide
a time traveler
a sports fan
a poetess
a storyteller
a nature photographer
a comedian
an innovator
a philosopher
an artistic genius
and a tourism enthusiast
Break apart all those facile screens
Organized overdrawing of institutional bleeding
Walks through maps and tourism
Pushing hour glasses beyond comprehension
At the ground level, animals are recurring
Human bounty participates at the nexus
As species consolidate their voices
Power and choice conglomerate each family network
Brother in arms bent apart
Relegates to the past where futures amass
The tiny behavioral netting with wet tongues crawling
Putative changes through into city potluck
May the New Year
Bring Ecstasy to everyone
and hunger for none
Make the food crops grow
and Rivers have perpetual flow
Help to halt the hatred
and ruin the rancor
Comfort the indigenous people
to strive against the evils
Enhance the global tourism
and annul terrorism
Pinpoint the phonies
and cleanse the cities
Smash the poverty
and increase generosity
Promulgate universal peace
Shatter barriers into pieces
Wish you all a wonderful New year