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"campgrounds" poems
~ where’s the rain to save the day? the silo empty, the barn no hay. the only pouring we have seen is from the counter down the street. gin and beer and old Jim Beam, the bar is full, but glass is empty. our men are weeping, children hungry! these fields that yielded harvest plenty under sweat of daddy's brow, now they’ll try’n take my home; state moves in to steal our peace, won’t leave us ’lone, till we’ve been fleeced. send a draught to quench our pain; end this drought with drenching rain! this to you we pray... *“pour from heaven’s door, indulge us with an inundation; from the bounty of your store deluge us with a liquidation”* oh, keeper of these cloudless skies, send sweet rain to wet these eyes! for the lost ones in this town, to save this family, save this farm, from heartless souls who mean us harm. i am just a poor boy whose cup has all run dry no where else to turn, nothing left to try. flow in torrents, pour in sheets, send libations, bring relief; send the rain to flood the street. oh master of the ocean deep, pour your liquid, pour your gold, a’fore our children grow too old. no more saving for some rainy day, this to you we pray... *“pour from heaven’s door, indulge us with an inundation; with bounty from your store deluge us with a liquidation”* ~ *post script the Western US is experiencing a four-year drought of epic proportions and with water in such short supply, family farms are burning up in the heat with grave consequences looming large on the not-so-distant horizon. we witnessed this arid devestation first hand a week ago traveling through North and Central California, and felt in just the tiniest way the crush of water shortages at all her state campgrounds. beautiful Shasta Lake was dry except for a small stream running through the lake bed... how very sad; she is not the California i remember in our last visit.*
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
liquidation
~ where’s the rain to save the day? the silo empty, the barn no hay. the only pouring we have seen is from the counter down the street. gin and beer and old Jim Beam, the bar is full, but glass is empty. our men are weeping, children hungry! these fields that yielded harvest plenty under sweat of daddy's brow, now they’ll try’n take my home; state moves in to steal our peace, won’t leave us ’lone, till we’ve been fleeced. send a draught to quench our pain; end this drought with drenching rain! this to you we pray... *“pour from heaven’s door, indulge us with an inundation; from the bounty of your store deluge us with a liquidation”* oh, keeper of these cloudless skies, send sweet rain to wet these eyes! for the lost ones in this town, to save this family, save this farm, from heartless souls who mean us harm. i am just a poor boy whose cup has all run dry no where else to turn, nothing left to try. flow in torrents, pour in sheets, send libations, bring relief; send the rain to flood the street. oh master of the ocean deep, pour your liquid, pour your gold, a’fore our children grow too old. no more saving for some rainy day, this to you we pray... *“pour from heaven’s door, indulge us with an inundation; with bounty from your store deluge us with a liquidation”* ~ *post script the Western US is experiencing a four-year drought of epic proportions and with water in such short supply, family farms are burning up in the heat with grave consequences looming large on the not-so-distant horizon. we witnessed this arid devestation first hand a week ago traveling through North and Central California, and felt in just the tiniest way the crush of water shortages at all her state campgrounds. beautiful Shasta Lake was dry except for a small stream running through the lake bed... how very sad; she is not the California i remember in our last visit.*
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A long *** flight to parts unknown A beautiful town becomes your home With jagged mountains topped with snow And crystal lakes lay far below A bustling town with lots of bars A canopy of brilliant stars A jet boat ride a ledge bungy A cruise with dolphins out to sea Snowboarding with awesome friends Until the season meets it's end The adventure is continuing It started off with canyoning Sleeping in a car for weeks To see new shores and snow capped peaks From glaciers to beach in a single day And free campgrounds where you can stay Zorbing down a grassy hill A private beach where you can chill Caving through the dark abyss Is definitely something not to miss Adventures abound in these islands And I'm gonna miss all my awesome friends And now it's time to say goodbye And to new adventures, off I fly.
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Traveling
The second before the sky falls I'll tell you about my secrets; Why I've avoided campgrounds since 1997. Why I pray to the God of mangy dogs - Tendon ******* fad. Don't touch my dolls. Tombstones, and the tombstone maker across the street.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Untitled
A blank page, a story untold the salty air and sun kissed cheeks, the murmuring sea whispers many tales all are secrets for my heart to hold If I stay, I wonder what I would find happy old couples in their beach houses hidden trails deep in campgrounds perhaps something new and one of a kind A story ends and a new one starts good food, sun-soaked relaxation, and sand memories relieved and new ones created all just new chapters I hold in my heart.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Edisto
Shaken Left Numb legs Empty dreams My left-hand trembles Hand-written nonsense I love you-- I'm IN love with you Guitar string melody Balancing on tightrope Silver glistening moonbeams Reflecting on your pale skin Spinning hoops of brilliant red fire Do you love me too? Crisp Mountain stream picnic Crunchy granola bites Drunk on fine red wine Painting your bare body Racing through green campgrounds 7 am chasing monarchs **** me under the willow tree What to do, what to do... Indica high Music festival roots Keep me grounded Sleep with me each night I dream of you Your hazel eyes Pink, blue, and orange clouds Driving home at 2 am Hold my hand Whisper to me May I keep you?
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
What to do, what to do...
seashell pink lips | blankets spread out on grass in the middle of the night | stargazing roadtrips | strawberry pop rocks | laughing with your friends fireworks | the warmth of sunshine | ice cream melting on your tongue kissing | bathing suits under clothes | holding hands drunken giggles | campgrounds | cooling off in lakes the feeling of freedom | melting marshmallows over a fire | movie marathons long walks with your best friend | adrenaline rushes | soda fizzing in a glass
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
summer
a bellows is used to fan the flames and my eyes follow the sparks as they circle into the night the small girl is staring at me and i give her a wink but she turns away a stray dog is sniffing the ground hoping for any leftover meat that may have fallen i turn my head towards laughter coming from one of the tents followed by drunken singing looking back towards the flames i realize i am alone the breeze sighing through the trees makes my eyeslids heavy and i allow myself to be embraced by sleep a happy camper.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
campgrounds
as I looked for my father all around the campgrounds. I realized I was only looking at the dirt road and what was in front of me (even though I was barefoot and trying to step lightly on rigid rocks and pebbles). I then looked up and took a breath. fresh air. non-city air. cigarette-less air. I looked to the left and there it was a breathtaking mountain mostly inhabited by the greenery of the area. The sky was clear and it was as if the clouds were following me at the same pace. Nature. I feel that as a city girl, I don't take advantage of my surroundings as much as I should. All the lights of the city. The different people with their assorted accents, dialects, and cultures. Life is beautiful. You just need to step back and observe the good and take advantage of it.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
step back