Tourism Poems

Objections

The real purpose of the visa tourism 
Is the humiliation of the guests 
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates 
Some questions that can't be rationalized 
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might

Idanre's Ancient Charm

I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.

The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.

Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived

Petroglyphs

Petroglyphs scattered
All over Hawaii
Carved on black volcanic rocks
Mysterious they are
Stoke human curiosity
Unendingly

Human and other forms
Numbers and writings
Carved by the island’s ancient natives
Long before the Whites entered the scene

No one can gauge
What they truly meant
We are left with guesses and conjectures
Lots of touristic balderdash

Me, a frail, wavering human frame
At late seventies
Walked across the blackness
On cracked volcanic

Vacation

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.

Pigeons

Every tourist shares a trait;
they're walking, talking, f*cking bait
Who fog up our Earth's finest places
With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces

If you live in a City or by the sea
I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree;
These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash
but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash

I admire their carelessness;
why should I have

TOURISM

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

Beautiful City of Goma , Drcongo

As I was in national park virunga
 and I saw a zebra 
which was giving birth and
one black and white cobra 
passed by there.
 I admired their colours 
and took some pictures 
to show my kids about the adventures 
in DRCongo parks. 
Next day , I climbed  with some friends  Nyiragongo 
mount to see the volcano
which sometimes 

Virgin Galactic

August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our

A Poet In Tourism

As poet who was visiting some places
To cook a piece of poetry, 
suddenly you met some  psychologists 
who were  worshipping some animal statues. 
You continued  with your tour, 
you came across some very educated people 
at a graveyard who were  speaking to the dead folks. 
You are told to mention about their 
( IQ)

Experience Regina Tourism Flub

Regina city councillors under fire
For ad campaign’s not looked at prior
How someone did not think to inquire
Check the news if you think me a liar

This province had some odd news breaks
Like the Tim Hortons with the snake…
The moose in the school for hoof’s sake
But this capital city goof takes the cake

I suppose they were hoping

Dark Tourism

Ground Zero came at one hundred degrees.
A fusing of life and death.
The graveyard came at twelve O’Clock
Not a single body to be seen.
From that infinite shadow I saw a light.

A woman. A goddess. A broken flame.

All that remained was a broken sky;
That holocaust of endless crimson.
The purged sky, forever more,
And hopeless onlookers were we.

The woman

On Hollywood Boulevard

On Hollywood Boulevard

Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet

A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca anointed
Foreign visitors now the sole true attraction
All a hyped-up charade, but no disappointment
Quiet on the set, lights cameras, action!

Remove tourists,

The Wailing Wall

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")

Thanatourism

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

Sunny Side of the Beach

When the crystal clear surf 
Defends its turf 
It Bashes 
Then Crashes 
Making a beach like sound 
That relaxes the whole sea shore town 
Listening to the way the ocean pounds 
Maybe it’s the weather 
That greets the visitors with this good looking letter 
Traffic builds when the weekend arrives 
Giving the locals a reason

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