Frosty really loved to travel you know,
but couldn't go to a place with no snow.
All his friends heard him chatter
"This is snow laughing matter!
Maybe Antarctica's where I should go!"
On the way south he saw a cantina
right at the bottom of Argentina;
and there he did manage
to take full advantage
of a sale on frozen Margaritas.
Frosty, by way of explanation,
vacationed at McMurdo Station.
He met a snow sprite
whose name was Pearl White.
It's said they had quite a flirtation!
He vacationed with his girlfriend in France,
Where, on the beach, he averted his glance.
Ignoring all the heat,
He kept cool and discreet,
While he carefully adjusted his pants.
'Twas praiseworthy how he tried not to look.
He cautiously put his nose in a book.
Big and itty-bitty,
What he missed, a pity,
Till his girlfriend said, "please help me unhook."
For years we vacationed on Florida's west side
Building castles in the sand like the Chåteau de Versailles
Was proud as punch
Till some kid on it jumped
Thought it funny till momma tanned his backside
I vacationed in Segovia
and also spent downtime in Madrid
but which is why matters not where
for I forgot what I there did.
My days spent in Segovia
and in Madrid were solo
though I cannot prove that truth
for I took not one single photo.
I know that times in Segovia
and Madrid combined were expensive,
especially my time spent in jail
cause one city nailed me "offensive."
So be it Segovia or Madrid -
a utopia or dystopia grid -
I'm a rude nuisance who's crude presence
both cities united to forbid.
She was big-boned. Her spirit
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome
threaded through moss and engine block.
Her home was a pine and beatboard camp
for wayward cats.
She would discourse from her tangled porch
where poems grew in small pots
muddled with Ramen noodle and Maui Wowie.
Her life often vacationed to a studio apartment
on the east bank of her right eye.
She wrote on the back of her mouth
with cigarette smoke.
Her poems were the rain-filled footprints,
of Jack Kerouac.
She had pronouns before and after her name.
She wore a local fame, made legendary
by the gaps in her thoughts,
thoughts she shrewdly refused to fill in.
There once was a young lassie from Cork
Who vacationed a time in New York
She met there a young man
Who made fun of her land
And he called the Wee people O'Rourke
Well, he took her to bed to atone
But he still wouldn't leave it alone
She said "Please leave "Wee" be
"Because it's plain to see
"You've got some Wee stuff of your own."
5 17-19
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There are many secrets tucked
Carefully away at the North Pole;
Santa hides them on purpose, so
You’ll never find them.
Things like the special camera
He uses to check on children, so he
Knows who’s been bad or good.
Then there’s the mind reading
Machine; he can use it to see what
You want; just in case you forgot to,
Write a letter or visit him at a mall.
I know, I’ve seen him going into his secret room to use them, when I vacationed there, one hot summer.
He keeps spare sleigh parts in a room
Under the ground, just Outside of his shop;
The only elf who knows about it,
Has been sworn to secrecy. He rarely has
To have any parts, over-nighted.
The last secret is very heavily guarded by his reindeer; so heavily guarded that, I couldn’t even bribe them to tell me what it is but, I think it has something to do with outer space. I did see a half-burned letter in his fireplace, from the Milky Way. (Is Santa an alien from some other planet?) Oh well, if he is then Aliens must be friendly because Santa is.
AND from the bell tower
of my lonely brain
i have seen life down
(as) little heads
with stalk-like legs
whose long shadows
walk along these days
they are odd ones
and when i meet heaven
i will embrace all the
grace and all your
generous kindness
and love, too.
that i work
a goodness quicki
know this
and her name is a
kindness too sweet
to mention
and of illusions
which many have i
and of passion like
anyone who has never
vacationed here
i go through a million
times around the world
just the same.
:: 03-02-2016 ::
There was a street walker
Who was quite a talker
She vacationed in a place called Manhattan
But the people spoke no French or Latin
When she spoke Monsieur and Oui Oui
She was showed the restroom to pee, pee
Greeting the door man with Mon Ami
He thought she was giving him some for free
When the word Eiffel Tower from her lips fell
They grabbed her and put her in jail
I fell a tower in New York aren’t words spoke
Or you won’t be bored in Manhattan and that is no Joke
12/28/2015
A collaboration with Sonny Roper
fall enters gaily
with a shower of bright leaves
pushing summer out
I truly think that it's a bummer
There only is three months of summer.
I sadly wave her on her way,
Summer whose stay is too soon gone.
Our summer, this year, was a winner.
We picnicked, vacationed and played.
The thermostat peaked before dinner
as we drank lemonade in the shade
and watched glorious sunsets fade
11/1/15
Vacationed by a pebble beach -
Not sure why I remember it.
I try to give it special niche...
Vacationed by a pebble beach,
A long way off and hard to reach.
Between jobs, it was hard to fit!
Vacationed by a pebble beach -
Not sure why I remember it.
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5/7/2015
Contest - Memorable Vacations
Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton
3rd place win
It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk
Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing
Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk
Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing
We, she and I, now amidst our intending lock
Serenity is the scene blessed by lunar watch
So late, but joyous we, soon our lips are speaking
Clouds now hover as we witness natures rain
Our apartment is distant, we welcome given
Through broken lunar light, stroking her mane
My hands in taken then, sensuously they're driven
Kiss me quiet is whispered, hearts now in reign
Walking, slowly walking, absorbing to us this night
Hearts in touching pound, Batangas has brought
.
The reindeer vacationed in Denver
For three weeks well into December
No magic dust needed
To fly – they were “weeded”
But flight plans they couldn’t remember
*Written November 17, 2014. (Colorado legalized marijuana)
She had a craving for something sweet
So she got herself a sugar daddy
He gave her all her desired treats
And put them in a caddie
She was his favorite candy
He called her his Sweetie
And bought her diamonds and pearls
They vacationed in Tahiti
Where turqouise waves would swirl
And she would rock his world
~~
Contest : Sweet Or Salty
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
See the money?
it’s not in one place
See the help?
it’s not in one face
My my…
See the Pass?
it’s the call of our Age
our time to change
...what’s important.
Come. Passion calls
on us all to pass it on
use the Write
to correct a wrong
amuse in delight
to carry on…
Come and Pass it on…
Coastal states
troubling winds
change the game
by way of minds
”... don’t quit we’ve
Just, begun…”
shellfish lost
and selfish laugh
but hells not frozen
and we’re not half
as complacent as
you might think
we can grow a fish
in a shell of p!nk
that’s right…
new.tone
generation brain
on a better horizon
While farmers fish
and cast a net
the Cornman smiles
and our farms are wet.
Tourists will come
to clean the shore
change your rooms
and open the doors
learn to be safe
then teach us how
earn our keep and
let your business grow
give me a shovel
and take me to sand
show me some oil
and I’ll give my hand.
I’ve vacationed before
on your pristine land…
I was a ‘shopper’ then…
But when I return,
I’ll be your friend.
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