Most Commented Holidays Poems (355)

There is this place with nothing
No-one during the year
But for one weekend in September they come from every parts
packed with nothing but beer


We set off on the long journey
with the mindset of only good times
no intentions, no worries, no plans
nothing but open minds


We rose to the sun and packed our gear
ready for a testing long drive
so long, we would have died of boredom
if it wasn't for our good vibe

We made a quick stop at Quilpie
with no intentions of staying
but soon we'd see a banner of the Kangarangadoo
six bucks each is all we'd be paying

the price of the caravan park that is
stumbling distance from the local water hole
and having a few too many
was our one and only goal


Our heads were pounding, our mouths were dry
as we woke to the swarm of flies
but we knew the trek must continue
so we packed and said our goodbyes

We'd been told to stop at Windorah
for the yearly crayfish races that night
we found out you could buy one and race it
so we thought that we just might

Three hundred we payed for Cods Wallop
it must have run near last
We forgave the little fella
the others were just too fast


We arrived as thousands of others did
with releived looks on our faces
our destination was finally upon us
the infamous Birdsville races

My father's a veteran at Birdsville
knows everyone, everything and how to sell
you want to buy a souvenir at out there
go see Graham Bell

We had to see him for another matter
the place was packed to the brim
But Dad already had a place set up for us
i knew we could rely on him

As the dark replaced light
and we'd downed a couple of beers
we noticed a loud drum beat
and the sound of many cheers

We followed the swarms of people
until the fuss we could finally see
it was a huge tent and a loud voice
both belonged to Fred Brophy

His fighters looked like movie stars
but The cowboy was the one to beat
Fred got his contenders every night
we were just happy with a seat

We were to attend the races the next day
after downing a bottle of rum
some say ten's a little early
even a little dumb


You couldn't pick a winner
on this harsh dirt track
eight races for the day
my eight finished somewhere at the back

Our fun was not to end
until the wee hours of the morn
we intended to sleep till noon
but woke at the crack of dawn


So we arrived on Birdsville cup day
With our beer tickets in hand
Moonee Lane won the big one
Glided home across the sand

No one seemed to care much
about the money they had lost
cause of the good times and great mates
and for that there is no cost

So go to Birdsville and see it all
I know my dad'll be there
i fell in love and i'll be back
my dad and I a pair

There is this place with nothing
no one during the year
But if you love this country
then you'll surely make it here

They had a 7 day visa to visit this exotic land
she was excited it had been a childhood dream,
the flight was short, just 1 hour from Thailand
to Rangoon where the golden pagoda gently gleams.

Customs men were more excited over their papers
than American dollars they'd stuffed down their bras,
the forms were completed so they could trace us
every step we took, every place we went, every car.

Yes Sir, No Sir, we smiled: Yes we will, we agree,
then we are off, an old taxi cab to the Hotel Strand.
Familiar faces greet us, other passengers are here
tomorrow we'll go in either direction around this land.

But first I must get rid of our weighty contraband
1 cartoon of B & H and 1 bottle of Johnie Walker,
my friend hands me her quota, she'll stay at the Strand.
She says it's best I do the deal, I'm a better talker.

Off I go to the taxi rank, a quick word in his ear,
Hop in Ma'am he says, I'll get a good deal for you.
In less than a minute seems all the cabbies appear
and down to business we go they all know what to do.

I hold out for a better deal, the offers come thick and fast
some of the cabbies keep watch at either end of the street,
then it is all over an agreement is reached at long last.
The cabbies smile and are off, another plane to meet.

This is the way it is done, it is expected of you,
now it is over we can begin our exciting journey
from Rangoon to Mandalay and Maymyo too
a beautiful, exotic land that will live in the memory.

Waterfalls sunshine mountains the rocks surround us
My pal is here Gods blessings are evident
Pitch the tent start the campfire
Relax enjoy take a breath of mother nature
Barbecues meat fruit and vegatables
Planned seasoned all enjoyed whole heartedly
It is beautiful being with the one you love
Surrounded by God's promise
Unwinding escaping the norm
Enjoying the wilderness
Algonquin park is a beautiful resort
Canoeing fishing and hiking peacefully
The adventures of nature climate adaptability and control
Patience meditation swimming enjoying all the activities
Sharing it all with the one you love
Thanks be to God a blessed day

For the children of course smiles delivered wrapped in bow. Belly of laughter an countdown in Tow. Kindness an love upon kindred smiled face. His spirit exude's peace love an gesture to all a life. Token gifts abound, paralled with true understood meaning we all know. In his eyes are whats really wanted in place, unity non-conformity hand in hand three sixty four plus his one day.

Let’s Thank Our Creator for all His Graces in Our Past,
Pray that We shall give Him Space in Our Hearts,
Let Him work His Miracles in years to Come,
Let Him Bestow His Graces to All and not non,
Blessed be your New Year,
Let it be . . .
A Meaningful One.

As Christmas time comes once again
we think of family and recall old friends.

Our thoughts turn to feasting and presents to give
of time spent rejoycing and the good life we live.

But not of the person who is cold and alone.
Who now has no family or a place to call home.

Who is thankful to find a warm place to sleep.
And in one small pack all their possessions can keep.

Who while we are singing, toasting all near and far
lay shivering in alleys or perhaps an old car.

Men, Women and Children are all in this plight,
who dread each new day and fear each new night.

While God and His Angels look down from above.
Wondering what happened to His gift of LOVE.

don't hate the player hate the fact that you tried to play a playa and got played

It's four days before Christmas
and all through the land
singles are surfing
as fast as they can.

Being alone on Christmas
is not a good thing.
Because when you're lonely
Christmas bells just don't ring.

So I wish everyone
a Christmas of cheer,
peace, hope and love
and a Happy New Year.

Harvest done,
And frost is here
The snow is falling,
Falling heavy,
White comfort
Windy, cold,
Wood in a barrow,
Fire burning,
Winter carol,
Blizzard blowing,
Blowing hard
Winter wailing,
Music in the eves,
Yuletide carols,
Mistletoe and wreathes,
Proserpine is in decline,
Hades is her home,
Leaving snow and
Sol Invictus,
Seasons stirring
In a wintry bowl,
Yuletide carols
Whispers of antiquity
Birthing spring,
The dove on wing
Songs of hope in
An icy clime,
Seasons turning,
Turning on a dime,
Time is fleeting,
Fleeing, seeking,
Eternity of mind.

Santa has had to deliver presents once a year for 1,000 years
He made a bet with an angel
If he could not put his curling rock closer than the angels
Without the rock going into a fishing hole then he would have to be nice
Instead of killing people
So the bet has expired and now Santa doesn't care
If you're naught or nice
All he wants to do is kill as many people on Christmas as he can
He kills a dog by kicking it into a fan
He kills a woman by drowning her in the egg nog
Santa puts a turkey leg in a man's head and through his brain
Santa uses a tree star as a ninja star and kills a woman with it
He pins the Jewish deli owner to the wall with a menorah in the neck
He has his musk ox eat a valet
He kills a mugger with a candy cane
He runs over grandpa with his sleigh
Santa electrocutes a bouncer at a strip club with a stripper pole
Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus
And he's coming to get you!