"staycation" poems
I don't know you anymore,
ever since that staycation
with your Beloved.
You were the only one who held
my heart and brain
in your pearly, white palm.
Now it's stained brown
from the endless supply of caffeine
and mugs.
What about
the scars on my back
(from my travels to many places)
that you and only you saw?
I can't help but wonder over the picture you have
of me
if they now rest in a new rucksack.
My soul,
is now in your little backpack
where everyone else lie in.
Tell me,
where did you travel to and what happened?
Did the airlines lose your culture
and replace it with a complimentary
substitute?
You've lost the identity for which
I came to know you of.
May this just be a
stopover.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Work was looming over me
It was never getting done
The family was tired too
It was time to have some fun
A trip away from madness
To a place away from here
Where work would not contact me
And I could rest and drink some beer
I checked the bank
The news was bad
I'd spent all the money
That we had
We wouldn't travel
on vacation
We were gonna take
a forced Staycation
We'd shut the doors
Shut off the phones
We'd make it look
Like we weren't home
I thought this seemed alright to me
Now, I must convince the family
We'd stay at home where it was free
And it was cheap as cheap could be
We'd do things like we always do
No surprises here and nothing new
We'd stay up late and sleep till two
I could see nothing going wrong
I told my wife
She told the kids
She put my life
On up for bids
If we stayed home
Like I had said
She'd make sure
I'd wake up dead
I went on down to see the bank
And see if I could see
A manager to loan some cash
To save me from my family
A staycation is something that
Is great at times in life
But, it will not do you any good
If you try to sell it to your wife
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
When changing a diaper,
When I’m helping with the bills trying to decipher,
At work while I’m helping a customer,
At night when my wife is putting our son to sleep and he’s getting fuss with her,
When I’m studying for my IT Certifications,
When I’m trying to enjoy a staycation
I guess creative sparks just move about at their own timing and pace,
With minds of their own, they choose the time and place
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
the rustling of the leaves in the trees
the audible tremble
of a collective chill
sounds just like the beach
my front porch
a shining metropolitan shore
the sun seems to soften into welcoming;
a different sun
that doesn’t scowl hotly over apartment complexes
and make liquid of asphalt and people
a benevolent warmth
you can only get
out of the city
the air rubs itself in coarse salt
and Coppertone
this glass of water
in my hand
may well be the ocean
the shift in my lap
the waves
a floating leaf
a boat
adrift on cerulean seas
the children laughing and playing here
are the same children
laughing and playing there, too
i am reminded that everything
can be given a new life
if you tell a wild heart
of an ordinary thing
if i just
close my eyes
a beach
is never far away
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 6:33 AM UTC
a peace on summer breeze
let sunshine on the trees
and psychedelic days ablaze
with vivid colors in this haze
sky at dusk would lie in wait
and serene was the moon
nearing fate that water was sedate
and the pool flattered me
smiles were frozen upon themselves
with clover and chairs
clustered this grille; with shish kabob
and flavor that savored the heat
where fire instilled tonight
fore the air was succumb
to this lazy hour of credit
in this town as love beamed
straight to the heart
where tears were heartfelt
and roses where red vinyl was hot
and spun well with the next track
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Wait til you portray,
you’ll hear my voice,
come what may.
I can’t make you stay,
but if games are what you play,
come back another day.
You’ll be older and know more,
you will remember how you were before.
picking on people is not humor its relaxation.
This is how you make friendship a staycation.
We don’t observe,
we mind our own nerve.
It becomes a show and tell.
Every day I get dragged into hell.
I see and feel when you were hurt.
Excuse me,
do you know I’ve also been kicked in the dirt?
Reason you never thought is because I
brush it off and walk away.
If you’re anger must be spread onto me,
I’d rather be clean and see you
another day.
When you are not going to cheat,
you will follow the rules
and play.
Then we don’t confuse love for
admiration,
we feel the burn of compassion
and our friendship becomes
a vacation.
Feel the relief of spending time with you
and your space.
Never forget the time you got drunk at
my place.
You took the couch and you slept like a baby.
First you cried like one,
but I still see you as a fine lady.
Sharp and mature,
and we love no matter what the hell may
occur.
Take my hand,
we’re on an adventure.
New places to go,
and forget the structure.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
Is the world-shaking, or is it just me?
Sweaty palms,
Shortage of breaths.
Unease.
“Oh no, I feel like throwing up.”
I wish the world could pause right now,
Even if it would only last for a few seconds.
Few seconds is what I craved.
I canceled the plans with my girlfriends.
I canceled the staycation that was booked one and a half months ago.
I canceled the language class I was supposed to attend.
Parts of me was actually excited.
Until the thoughts started forming in my head,
Leaving me stuck.
I cried.
My friends asked me, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
I’m thankful that she asked. However,
I wished those words would give me comfort.
I wished I could say something to answer those questions.
I wished I could put my emotions into words.
My friends said, “It’s okay. You will be fine.”
Will I?
Will I ever be okay?
It was as if I’m learning to breathe,
But the fact that I’m underwater.
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
Overbite underfed 15 seconds
took 15 years overnight
A short flight
not plain
A small percentage of forever is infinity
Therefor it’s not much you have to give to me
Pay attention
Thoughts are in-sight
It’s NOT not tangible
It’s not applicable
It doesn’t check out
outside the box
perception is depth
You see it’s out of reach for you
So the questions come next
What finally ensues
An unearthing text from the moon
While cloud gazing clout chasing
**** remunerating
Chasing cash I’m chasing ratings
Another idiot made famous
I’ll work for you to know me
Opposed to your normal occupations
Since my bodies my temple
This is Gentrification
I’m braking ground tomorrow
Stomping flawed information
Constructing a knew build
A mind shield a timed skill
Protecting mine
Perfecting design
don’t tread on me
Imma minefield
Intellectual property is vacant
Up for sale a boat load of air
Ear head air bnb for the staycation
Never ending wasteland
I just purchased my own head
From a real estate agent
John hancocked blank papers
Words have it
I’m in debt for ages...
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Let the past wash a way to create
a clean demonstration of our staycation.
A reality that seems to me like the move to be.
Do what we want,
in a place with no chase,
that's were my mind splits apart
a walk in the park even if it's in the dark.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Not easy become independent woman..
You will handle all of problem..
Going to some where alone..
Even though for medicine..
But you can do whatever want to do..
You can going every where you want to go..
You can take all the things with responsibility..
Sometimes enjoying staycation..
Sometimes going around the world..
Sometimes eating so much..
Sometimes playing around with car..
Sometimes having fun with no limit..
But
Sometimes you must handle big problem by yourself..
Sometimes you need to go to medicine alone..
Sometimes you need driving alone even though you are ill..
Sometimes you are crying alone..
This is the taste of being independent woman..
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
6,000 islands in greece
17,508 islands in indonesia
200 islands in the maldives
yet you choose to inhabit yourself in
the chaotic paradise of
my mind
_why.._
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
lifelong death obsession
deathlong, life intention
headstrong, music mention ...
I want you to Stay!
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
I do like taking ubers
A little conversation
Only been there in the summers
But I like the Swedish nation
Istanbul for 3 weeks
Would be a nice vacation
I have religious torment
But cannot find salvation
Nature and human nature
Frightening the predation
Sometimes sweet such silence
Quiet elevation
This lengthy quarantine
Intensely isolation
Will I travel again?
Don't know. For now it's just staycation.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
I don't make a good atheist
Though I too face annihilation
I would gladly leave tonight
For a 2 week Venetian vacation
Or maybe Istanbul
Ayasofia elevation
But I just sit inside
Silence is my staycation.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC