Much treasure lies within
a Souper's tour begins,
word nuggets to delight
arranged and in plain sight.
No digging into sand
just a day in poetry land,
such brilliance can be found
by poets from all around.
No better place to see
great poems of this treasury.
So Thank you all for sure,
I look forward to my next tour!
My husband and I love to visit
Old mansions once home to the rich.
It’s cool to see wealthy folks’ manors,
With which most people wish they could switch.
I admire the woodwork and paintings,
The furniture and the decor,
Though it’s often too showy and fancy,
Since ornate’s far from me at my core.
So I guess it won’t seem too surprising
That the rooms where at home I could feel
Are the quarters that house all the servants,
Which to me have the greatest appeal.
We know it was a great fanfare
when Elon Musk sent a Tesla car towards the stars
with a fully loaded battery
When the hoopla died down and eyes were diverted
to the everyday problems on earth
The car started by itself and began visiting planet Saturn
and little Pluto and other planets of interest
When the time is right and astronauts, say Mars and walking
down the ladder, seeing tire marks will exclaim
Truly, ancient man was here.
Tunbridge Wells a town in Kent
Traffics woe on residends '
Takes away is the only logic
Council offices in payment frolic
Causing motorists to vent '
Vacant shops abd stagnant flow
Traffic bottlenecked no go '
Monson to mt pleaasnt back
Green as cabbage, sense a lack
Sad to note that, such is so.'
A muddle of voices
all crying foul
Cacophony's in now
budding diplomats howl
Scowls on their faces
deceit in their hearts
tourists buy scorecards
to tell them apart
Viewing ancient ruins costs lots of dough
Get ready to fork it out in the thousands though
Viewing the sights
An absolute delight
Ignore the cost to visit these ancient chateaus
From the beautiful river Nile
that is longer than a hundreds of mile,
To the exquisite Kilimanjaro
too high for the reach of a flying arrow.
From the treasured Gold Mines
filled with gold that can make the world shine,
To the silky Sahara desert.
From the people's homely faces
exuding pride at its cultural riches,
To the glorious sunset as it drops behind the horizon
Its golden yellow truly amazing.
From the sight of deers and zebra
Beauty! That's is the mantra.
From the musical nights and moonlight stories
to the diverse and tasty culinaries.
I marvelled as I toured this African continent
Mouth agape as I savoured each moment
I traveled to a land I always wanted to see.
I was on the slopes of Vesuvius in Italy.
Here I was among ancient ruins alone.
There was something strange carved on this wall of stone.
I called the tour guide to come over right away.
“I do not read Latin, so what does it say?
This looks like a poem on a wall here in Pompeii.
What did this person write on that fateful day?
Whoever this individual was, he or she was alone.
They had nothing better to do but to inscribe on the stone.”
Lena and I were now apart from the crowd.
When she read the inscription, she laughed aloud.
“We are among the remains of an excavated latrine.
What you see is graffiti that is rather obscene.
This writing is about a boy describing his girlfriend.
She had very big **** and a fat rear end.
Perhaps the gods were angry from this episode.
That is what may have made the mountain explode”
As time were spent upon thee, not concur
from some ungrateful attitude, some slur,
and then regret, my known in thy demur,
I would but think, why did I find occur
in thy occurrence, why this track impure!
With reasoning intact, I asked for cure
of all thy reasoning's slack, of its obscure,
demeaning of conditions not my stir.
As headstrong empathy, no thought's conserve
and restless with some seeking, no reserve!
No grasp to grant concurrence, no observe,
no evening's inference, no unswerve.
Between us, some referral looks for nerve,
approaching as rehearsal might preserve.
We are the least approving of our verve!
That walk-on of indenture, of deserve,
no idol with its longing can endure
in grace, outside of luring some evade.
Away from Thee, truth's hurrying might replace,
that promise of true love, God's touring base!
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