#tourism
In Gilroy they sell garlic
Garlic coffee, apples, ice cream, and cookies
In Deventer, the colours are yellow:
mustard, tongues, and beards
the asphalt, roses, and the sun
paintings in the museum
dogs, clothes, mustard everywhere
mustard soup, salad, beans, tea, and eggs
They make a living from it, they are
what they eat, they would like to be
named Garlic and Mustard
to compete with Hamburg
Tabasco, Sardinia, Nîmes, and Genoa
Badminton, Bikini, or Cyprus at the least
But in the competition of interests
these dreams are far too big
although the world is getting smaller
maybe small enough for Deventer
to be a theme park with nothing
but books and mustard, a fairy tale
where everyone is welcome
to dream away a day
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
Taking off make-up
after the tourist season --
How old the town is!
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
Archaeologists of our time
examine the exposed sand
between the foundations
for the future
Retro is modern
cars are banned
tourists consume
the old town
Big money flows
outside the city centre
Within the canal district
permits are skimming it
Residents are leaving
the harsh world
of stone, glass, and concrete
they veer
to canals with islands
of greenery, to boats and houses
with hollyhocks on the facades
and gardens on the rooftops
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
The almond blossoms:
everyone comes here to watch!
Cars! And radios!
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
When you go boating,
you are part of the city-
scape that others see.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
We do fitness on
the canal: we pedal hard --
to see the quaysides.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Steps shimmer beneath
the bushes, a carved staircase --
Once used by tourists.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
You hear the echoes
of guides everywhere, despite --
the signs 'Silence Please'.
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 2:39 AM UTC
No fast traffic here
no high steel and concrete
in the streets, but
walkable space
The sun draws attention
away from us, towards the light
on the black facades on the harbour
the white cornices and red tiles:
the picture for the photos
of the tanned tourists
on the terrace of the tanhouse
who walk into our gardens
as if we live here
in an open-air museum
and should praise
their silly insolence
as a decent interest
But we can live with it
The visitors walk around
in a parallel reality
and we have real neighbours
a wide sky, the wide water
and the green island
We can breathe here
as the wood breathes
in the seasons
as the wind breathes
in the grass
Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
It is empty on the Grand Square
The guide tells about the past
His words blow over
Birds above the roofs, white clouds
it takes a long time
until we go for a drink
In the café we cross over
in each other's language
to the streets where we live
and everything is the same
in a different way
We sing along to the songs
of our teenage years and toast
the world that is becoming ours
I stall for time, don't want to let go
of the guide, I'd like take him with me
and show him around my own city
let him see with my eyes
after seeing what he saw
not knowing what he was thinking
May 13, 2023
May 13, 2023 at 3:42 AM UTC
Tourists are a plague,
going further and further --
they keep crossing lines.
May 13, 2023
May 13, 2023 at 3:36 AM UTC
~
*precious metal detector
of tourism,
as in a dream,
such device has the power
to make one nostalgic for places
either never visited
or nonexistent.
this strange museum exhibits
sometimes airplanes,
always mortality salience,
and the impossibly probable idea
that travel can change
your sense of time,
so you don't really mind
if things slip away,
or alter in some disenchanted way.*
~
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 12:21 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Welcome to Stoplight, Texas
Shopping * Fine Dining * Antiques * Friendly Folks
Annual Ye Olden Days Friendly Frontier Cowboy Festival
Visit the Friendly World-Famous Parking Meter Museum
We’re Your Friendly Hometown Family of New Friends
Closed No Restrooms Restricted Hours Dining Room
Closed Lobby Closed Road Closed Drive-Thru Only
Line Forms Here One at a Time Cash Only
Road Closed No Restrooms Restricted Hours
Dining Room Closed Lobby Closed Road Closed Drive-
Thru Only Line Forms Here One at a Time
Cash Only Closed No Restrooms Restricted Hours
Dining Room Closed Lobby Closed Road Closed
Cash Only Closed No Restrooms Restricted
Hours Dining Room Closed Lobby Closed, Closed, Closed
Y’ALL COME BACK SOON!
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC
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video—
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPiIEcwoDHM
__O__ne is supposed to sleep with the intention of repairing the mind and the body of all those ills encountered in daily life, but This night was not one for rest. I think the clock was reading 9:53 last I had glanced, but it could have been 3:59 or sumthin.
Anyway, my eyes opened to the stature of a very tall and muscular fellow holding a pitchfork to my side. He said "Miss Seranaea Jones, you have been selected to participate in a wonderous event. Your going to tour the finest Pits of Hell and all of the recent improvements. Satan has"personally" endorsed this invitation to you, so we must be on our way !"
I think at that moment I said, "its not done yet, let it cook a while longer".
I was not really capturing current events, so he jabbed that pitchfork deeper and pushed me right off the bed. Frickin hurt too, so realizing
that this was gonna be a non-negotiable parlay, I agreed to his terms.
(or "It", I dunno... this dood was holding a pitchfork on me and I couldn't find my gun)
We went outside to his vehicle. It was Hottest **** thing I ever saw !
We got inside and I was surrounded by blinking indicators, computer graphics and some serious leather seats and solid wood paneling. He said "Please fasten your seatbelt, it is not currently permissible to have you killed". I said "Thanks" with a fearful stare of a chicken being held by its throat.
He started the engine and Ohh !!!— such an immaculate sound emanated from it. With one pull of the gearshift we plunged STRAIGHT DOWN. Before I passed out I saw what looked like platoons of dragons in formation poised to venture upwards into to midst of the Earth. My last element of memory was of cheeks rippling with the force of acceleration.
Having survived the trip down to the Negative Pearly Gates, the next thing I knew I was in a fish and ski motor boat cruising the River Styx. Had all those extras too, depth finders and flat monitors that surrounded the driver position— the screens were filled with the ******
*
ummm—
wished i had not looked into the rear view mirror,
looking back was a version of myself as some
mummified shriveled past-tense
Seranaea "thing"—
— ughhh*
He pointed to the sign at the entrance. It looked new enough, but was marred by bullet holes and deep scrapes.
It said—
"Ye who enter, Abandon All Hope.
ATMs are available inside.
No Smoking"
He said "My apologies for the condition of this entrance, we just recently had some particularly unruly admissions". I nervously nodded, thinking on how unruly I was upstairs to have become a Hellbound tourist.
The next thing I noticed were the creatures in the water, their mouths gaping wide, wrapped by bedsheet-white skin tightened around skulls and pairs of hollowed eyes. They were screaming knives into my soul.
My captor said "reach into this bag and throw one of these out to them"
It was a bag of charcoal briquettes, so I took one and threw it. One of those creatures snapped it up and then slipped back underwater.
Cool !!
I did this a number of times, skipping the briquettes and watching them get snatched as like so many minnows gulping down bread crumbs. I was really getting the hang of it by the time I suddenly Slipped And Fell !! –splashing into the water as these things start immediately towards me, reaching for new flesh with long sharp Nails When I—
4 AM
Woke Up !
Wet—
wrapped tight
in a bed sheet—
peppered with
blacken
fingerprints...
*think id better be a good girl
from now on !!!*
s jones
2007
.
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
Welcome abroad Thameslink.
Grab a camera a wink at
Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers.
Pen in gear and know the answers to
the parade of pub quizzes.
Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream
on bonds lightening Thames RIB.
The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside
the Shards slender diamond belly.
Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against
the roaring mud at the wireless festival.
Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy
spirits, nani wines and **** kisses.
Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on
centre stage of the primeval in the zoo.
Grab my hand and come on boo steady
your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling
ride of Oxford street.
Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
As we take in our final view on the London eye.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
Dear diary;
I have thought a lot
about leaving this all behind
and buying a one-way ticket
to anywhere where no one
knows my name.
I want to forget who I am
and lose myself
in another's culture.
I want to stay until I tire
and do it all again
somewhere else.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
The robed and turbaned guides lead us
Station to pillar to post
Here the last puddle of sacred blood outlined in platinum,
There the stray knotted whipstroke picked out on the
Mudstone wall in jasper and rarest peridotites
- Change yer shoes for the final hill to the death sanctum,
Last sonatina set to begin, with eye max.
But, but here monsignor, what’s this minor
Scatter of comic beaks ‘n bones off to the side in shadow,
This fouled corner irrigated by ninety-nine generations of
Three faiths and their pets?
- Pay no ear, it’s got no voice or at most
The scalded steamkettle hiss of a dying gull,
Was never no human language
Nor saw anything really seen
And those what claim to have dug up gored pieces of value
From under there just kissed the *** of madness.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
Dreaming of the never mind
--the burden of proof my thoughts struggle
over if it was even such a thought.
It's in my nature
--the uncertainty
--the clutter of an empty space begging
for stronger remembrance:
like signal to noise.
Even in the harsh light
it casts unknown shadows
causing me to turn to something more tangible
--people, places, and things:
the ones I can criticize
or stylize, hold in my hand,
crush with my fist, kiss with my lips
--honing it down until a kernel
of something remotely mine.
Then I smile
at being a tourist in my own mind:
Paris syndrome: litmus test:
that disconnect between fantasy and reality,
fragment and rumination
--It's right there now
on the tip of my tongue.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Tourists are sniffing
the holiness of the church –
they make it thinner.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
In the evening, the river is a theater
the water carries the music
to our ears, the romance
of a saxophone, sunset
twinkling in the wine and the church
rosy, completely gentle grace
Tourists pretend click clack
that not they, but we, are the extras
and the city were a cardboard set:
theme park Paris l'amour
young people on the quays around
a pillar candle and kissing
couples as it should be
in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels
gleam the spots in the corners
that you can smell
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Cordoba is home to the largest mosque in the world,
The Mezquita's architectural splendour is a stunning monument to behold,
It is a confluence of Jewish, Islamic and Christian trinity,
Whose influence through the ages will stretch to eternity
Swarming with tourists be it individuals or groups,
Who throng the roads through which they incessantly troop,
The multi-cultural mix is what makes the sight so appealing,
One cannot but experience the inescapable joyful feeling
As one saunters through the must- visit touristic Jewish Quarter,
The innumerable winding lanes and by-lanes really do not matter,
Rows and rows of shops have a wide range of offerings,
All that one needs to do is spend without bothering
It's a gourmet's delight at restaurants when it comes to variety,
One needs to go through the menu card in it's entirety,
The trick is to experiment with different types of food,
Hopping in and out of eateries makes you feel so good
The sweltering heat does little to dampen the enthusiasm,
People go about their work with no less dynamism,
The famed Spanish siesta can still be seen at play,
With shuttering of shops and offices just past mid-day
With tourism a major factor contributing to the economy,
It is important to underscore the need to live in harmony,
This trait among people is so blatantly on display,
An ingrained culture preserved till this very day
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Matchsticks used and burned to black
Stand amid their brethren tall
Through Mount and Vale
Their limbs compete
To reach into Heaven's seat
Merced flows and bubbles past
Bird and beast both heed the call
From Bridal Veil
Is river born
To reach for the Distant Shore
Stare in awe! El Capitan,
Mighty Chief, above them all
The peak unveils
Yosemite
In its natural majesty
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC