Most Liked Holidays Poems (355)

~> nOW oN tHIS eVE ~>

~> oF vALENTINE!S DAY ~>

~> ,,aHH,,,,cOULD yOU ??

~> ,,uMM,,,,wOULD yOU ??

~> pLEASE~hEAR~mE~tO~sAY ~>


~> i!M aSKIN' sOO kINDLY ~>

~> pLEASE lEND mE yOUR eAR ~>

~> ,,nOW,,,,cOULD yOU ~>

~> ,,uMM,,,,wOULD yOU ~>

~> bE mINE ~> mY dEAR ??


~> nOW iN tHIS mONTH ~>

~> tHIS mONTH oF fEB ~>

~> tHIS cOULD bE oURS ~>

~> jUST mE 'n dEB ??


~> pLEASE aNSWER qUITE qUICKLY ~>

~> aND pLEASE aNSWER yES ~>

~> cUZ yOU aRE mY dARLING ~>

~> fOR mE yOU!RE tHE bEST !1!


~> sO wHO aM i fOOLIN' ??

~> i?M hOPEIN' 'gAINST hOPE ??

~> tHAT mAY~bE tHIS tIME ~>

~> yOU!LL gIVE>uP tHIS bLOKE !!


~> sO aNSWER qUITE tRUELY ~>

~> aND pLEASE jUST sAY yES ~>

~> aND gIVE mE dIRECTIONS ~>

~> i wANT yOUR aDDRESS !!


~> lOVE ~> yER l'LL sHIT ~> dAVID !!

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.

This lovely land, was built by hand,
Generations in the makin'.
The stones they found, prised from the ground,
Became the bones of fam'ly homes,
And pony's stalls, or pasture walls,
All trimmed just right and fitted tight.
Thatched roofs they fledged with straw or sedge,
This land is cold, the wind is bold,
They had no logs but did have bogs,
So dried the peat to make their heat.
Used what they had, these clever lads.
And so unchanged some things remain,
Built strong to stand and grace this land.
Yes there's the rains, the crooked lanes,
And prices high to make you cry.
But oh the charms, the people warm,
Will make you smile, with wit and style.
From far away I came to stay,
And tour a while this Em'rald Isle.
Though I must part I leave my heart,
Until once more I gain these shores.

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The Magic of Cornwall
Home of an Angel
A very magical place
Where there’s inspiration
And hearts full of love
And the beauty of
Cornwall’s coastline
The backdrop for every dream
The locals all so friendly
The best you've ever seen
The mermaids daily basking
Swimming round the shore
Of the Cornish coastline
A county I adore
Famous for its Industry
Fishing and Mining too
Swamped in myth and valor
And beauty for you to view
The sweeping cliffs
The crashing waves
And stunning moorland to
All the splendor that is Cornwall
Is waiting with me for you
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It's been 3 years that I didn't go home
Feels like I've never done it before
Im happy just to think of me being there
Within' nature , beauty and oceans so blue
lemme hear the birds whisperin every mornin'
Lemme feel the air within my hair
I love the fact that I was born there
Im Just proud of being who I am

Syrian And Proud
I say it , oh so loud
Finally going home , finally im not alone
Syrian & Im not fake
Me is something you cant brake
And Finally im goin' back home ,Where I feel safe

The story that's about to unfold,
Is that of nonfiction. All truth;
I need not to embellish at all.
In stages it shall be written,
If patience is shown,
I shall deliver the story of
Of my unwanted marsupial.

There are details that must
Be known, before I continue
My tale of the furry intruder.
Between each door, of the
Rooms of my house, there is
A gap, between the floor and
The doors, roughly three fingers high.

The other fact that must be relayed;
There is a wall that partisans
A spare bedroom and my computer
Headquartes, with back to back
Closets, divided by a wall.

With these in mind, I now shall
Unweave on how I became the host
Of the Possum Motel.

unnerved synaptic society
uplifting and touching
all hedonism and piety
leaning on and clutching

seeing all of either ends
here before the soliloquy
all the praying and pretends
chained to being set free

carried in the heavy flesh
the mantra of life was cried
some stable nativity crèche
mined exploded as empathy died

yielding profit of prophecy
father to brother to sister
branching out of family tree
hands to ring we kissed her

what may come to creed or race
these rounded days do explain
all men, women face-to-face
know only love can sustain

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-20

The wilderness country setting blue waters
Cottage life full of different settings
I enjoy walking throught the woods in the bright morning
refreshing relaxing always something different to see
Twice a week they have horse racing
sometimes on the weekend they play bingo
It is all an interesting setting
The air is fresh
the grass is green
sunsets are relaxing
rainbows cirlce the waters
birds are chirping
People are enjoything the quiet times
nature is full of surprises
come out and stay a while