Poetry competition CLOSED 6th October 2013 3:31am
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case28 (Alexander Case)
case28 (Alexander Case)
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Camping
Anonymous
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I WENT CAMPING ONCE
(AND I HATED IT)
Many people that I know
Just love the outdoor life
They love to go camping
They adore all that
The experience has to offer
I went camping once
With a boyfriend who loved it so much
That I lost my mind briefly
I was completely out of touch
We piled everything we needed
Plus the canoe to the top of the car
Off we went to Cranberry Lake
A wonderful excursion
Or so I thought
There were no bathrooms in the woods
For women that was danger
You could just crouch on top of poison ivy
It happened to a friend of mine
So I was panicky every time
I had to answer “nature's call”
The tent was set up and we built a little fire
All the food was hung up the trees
So the bears could not get them
Unfortunately one smart bear
Found her way up there
And made off with the sandwiches
I was not angry at the bear
She turned out to be momma
Had to feed two cubs
We were lucky she did not attack us
Went to bed hungry, but promised
A fish dinner, that is – if we caught one
Breakfast was beautiful
Watching the rising sun
But we were in a hurry
To the next camping site to run
Packed everything into the canoe
Got my first canoeing lesson
I learned the j-stroke and the draw stroke
While being screamed at constantly
I was not built with innate ability
To keep the canoe afloat
This day went better than the first
We set up camp at a place so beautiful
I can still see it in my mind
We caught our fish, hiked alot
Jumped in the water when it was hot
At sunset we watched the sun go down
I had not noticed all the bugs around
Only when we got amorous
In the tent, on the sleeping bag
As we made love, I jumped
Nasty little mosquito biting me
While I was bare down there
Kept me from coming, as I faced
An onslaught of more than just one bug
There went my dream of making wild love
In the great outdoors, damn - I could not come
I worried about everything
While he snored peacefully
I had to sneak out of the tent
To find a place to relieve the body's wastes
Only this time something growled
Then there was this mess
The racoons were on the prowl
And a coyote, I guess
Never again, said I
Never again, said he
I vowed to find a man
Who hated camping as much as me!
I WENT CAMPING ONCE
(AND I HATED IT)
Many people that I know
Just love the outdoor life
They love to go camping
They adore all that
The experience has to offer
I went camping once
With a boyfriend who loved it so much
That I lost my mind briefly
I was completely out of touch
We piled everything we needed
Plus the canoe to the top of the car
Off we went to Cranberry Lake
A wonderful excursion
Or so I thought
There were no bathrooms in the woods
For women that was danger
You could just crouch on top of poison ivy
It happened to a friend of mine
So I was panicky every time
I had to answer “nature's call”
The tent was set up and we built a little fire
All the food was hung up the trees
So the bears could not get them
Unfortunately one smart bear
Found her way up there
And made off with the sandwiches
I was not angry at the bear
She turned out to be momma
Had to feed two cubs
We were lucky she did not attack us
Went to bed hungry, but promised
A fish dinner, that is – if we caught one
Breakfast was beautiful
Watching the rising sun
But we were in a hurry
To the next camping site to run
Packed everything into the canoe
Got my first canoeing lesson
I learned the j-stroke and the draw stroke
While being screamed at constantly
I was not built with innate ability
To keep the canoe afloat
This day went better than the first
We set up camp at a place so beautiful
I can still see it in my mind
We caught our fish, hiked alot
Jumped in the water when it was hot
At sunset we watched the sun go down
I had not noticed all the bugs around
Only when we got amorous
In the tent, on the sleeping bag
As we made love, I jumped
Nasty little mosquito biting me
While I was bare down there
Kept me from coming, as I faced
An onslaught of more than just one bug
There went my dream of making wild love
In the great outdoors, damn - I could not come
I worried about everything
While he snored peacefully
I had to sneak out of the tent
To find a place to relieve the body's wastes
Only this time something growled
Then there was this mess
The racoons were on the prowl
And a coyote, I guess
Never again, said I
Never again, said he
I vowed to find a man
Who hated camping as much as me!
Anonymous
Ms. Lavender....that was a wonderful poem....a woman after my own likings...yes a good hotel...a nice kingsize bed, a jacuzzi, white fluffy towels.....brilliant poem...
Kitty
Kitty
In the dead of night
When all light is gone
Eyes see no sight
And gone are all the wrongs
Life’s bustle
And groping demands
End with the leaves rustle
And serenity on cool sands
Stones flat for skipping
Take wing with pent up stress
Unending ripping
Ceases with nature’s caress
A nighttime walk
After the fireside stare
Brings tranquility like a rock
On which to build this stair
To heaven
Laps of waves
Against craggy shorelines
This is what my soul craves
Solitude
And the sanctity
Of the beauty of nature
In all its unending glory
When all light is gone
Eyes see no sight
And gone are all the wrongs
Life’s bustle
And groping demands
End with the leaves rustle
And serenity on cool sands
Stones flat for skipping
Take wing with pent up stress
Unending ripping
Ceases with nature’s caress
A nighttime walk
After the fireside stare
Brings tranquility like a rock
On which to build this stair
To heaven
Laps of waves
Against craggy shorelines
This is what my soul craves
Solitude
And the sanctity
Of the beauty of nature
In all its unending glory
Saw the word "Camping" and thought this was something to do with Halo and those little shits on xbox live who hide with a sniper rifle, picking you off one by one. I once 'lost' a perfectly good T.V because of those little arse-bags. Anyway..
A wester-winter licks me tinder.
Again I've soaked my sin-set embers.
I bind my hands, I'm blind as ever.
To spit myself this fall, September.
The coal enrolls a cozy chamber.
I pace my turns, in spite my temper.
The woods are fun! Happy campers!
("Tittia" is a Campidanese exclamation meaning "Burr, it's cold!")
Ever wonder why in winter we sell marshmallows in Walmart, Walgreen's, and Winco? ...because in Hell, camping is always in season.
Again I've soaked my sin-set embers.
I bind my hands, I'm blind as ever.
To spit myself this fall, September.
The coal enrolls a cozy chamber.
I pace my turns, in spite my temper.
The woods are fun! Happy campers!
("Tittia" is a Campidanese exclamation meaning "Burr, it's cold!") Ever wonder why in winter we sell marshmallows in Walmart, Walgreen's, and Winco? ...because in Hell, camping is always in season.
Fireflies and Clouds
I had gathered wild juniper berries and lilacs
to press inside my pillow
they would serve as sentinels for my dreams
the colony of my adolescence would pollinate them
creating new honeycombs to hide in
Mama was tending the fire
Her hands were partners to the flame
Truckers' hands
burnt at the edges and palms
from cigarettes meant to keep her awake
when she use to have overnight runs
She called them cricket bites
Chirps that called her home to her babies
she confessed in my ear
my baby brother tended to his new menagerie this night
Fireflies in one mason jar
pond frog in another
And him beggin' mama to let him fetch a snake next
No, was always the answer
sometimes before he even asked
We kept our food in the boughs o'er head
Less the Cimmerians came calling for scraps
but when we ate on evenings like this
It fed me whole
the nectar in the flames and the echoes in the laughter
mama told baby brother that the marshmallows we roasted
were shavings from the clouds
caramelized and dripping with sugary bliss and reverie
Once brother asked
If we eat them
How'd they get back to heaven
When we fart, mama giggled
And your grandpa was the best cloud maker in the world,
she'd say
That's why we called him Big Jim
fire
clouds
laughter
fireflies
Mama
I ask
Can we stay here in the park
again
tomorrow night
I don't like that shelter
We'll see Cricket
we'll see
I had gathered wild juniper berries and lilacs
to press inside my pillow
they would serve as sentinels for my dreams
the colony of my adolescence would pollinate them
creating new honeycombs to hide in
Mama was tending the fire
Her hands were partners to the flame
Truckers' hands
burnt at the edges and palms
from cigarettes meant to keep her awake
when she use to have overnight runs
She called them cricket bites
Chirps that called her home to her babies
she confessed in my ear
my baby brother tended to his new menagerie this night
Fireflies in one mason jar
pond frog in another
And him beggin' mama to let him fetch a snake next
No, was always the answer
sometimes before he even asked
We kept our food in the boughs o'er head
Less the Cimmerians came calling for scraps
but when we ate on evenings like this
It fed me whole
the nectar in the flames and the echoes in the laughter
mama told baby brother that the marshmallows we roasted
were shavings from the clouds
caramelized and dripping with sugary bliss and reverie
Once brother asked
If we eat them
How'd they get back to heaven
When we fart, mama giggled
And your grandpa was the best cloud maker in the world,
she'd say
That's why we called him Big Jim
fire
clouds
laughter
fireflies
Mama
I ask
Can we stay here in the park
again
tomorrow night
I don't like that shelter
We'll see Cricket
we'll see
Nightfall on the Eucumbene River
Motionless, on the edge of the Eucumbene River,
broken light desperately seeps through snow gums
as the sun smoulders on Kalkite's icy crest beyond.
Twilight lingers an eerie hue in the drowned ravine,
night grows closer, eagerly revealing black ash purity
as sunbeams creep for fear of disturbing the tranquillity.
The shadow of the sun pulses with platypus rises
as we paddle against her gentle flow into the wild.
Diminishing light is sucked from our very breath
when night swiftly suffocates our senses. The sense
of sight gasps for vision through a pinhole of green,
revealed by a fragile beam of incandescent light.
The dominating alpine night has taken us hostage,
prisoners in a nylon embryo, safe from the unknown,
locked embrace wards the overwhelming carbon chill.
But we are not alone in this deep chasm of darkness,
we listen to echoes of clumsy nocturnal mammals,
as we lay wide-eyed blind, startled by our imaginations.
Written by Alexander Case
Motionless, on the edge of the Eucumbene River,
broken light desperately seeps through snow gums
as the sun smoulders on Kalkite's icy crest beyond.
Twilight lingers an eerie hue in the drowned ravine,
night grows closer, eagerly revealing black ash purity
as sunbeams creep for fear of disturbing the tranquillity.
The shadow of the sun pulses with platypus rises
as we paddle against her gentle flow into the wild.
Diminishing light is sucked from our very breath
when night swiftly suffocates our senses. The sense
of sight gasps for vision through a pinhole of green,
revealed by a fragile beam of incandescent light.
The dominating alpine night has taken us hostage,
prisoners in a nylon embryo, safe from the unknown,
locked embrace wards the overwhelming carbon chill.
But we are not alone in this deep chasm of darkness,
we listen to echoes of clumsy nocturnal mammals,
as we lay wide-eyed blind, startled by our imaginations.
Written by Alexander Case
Cheers LSP for your awesome comment and thanks for everyone who voted.
I'd also like to make a special mention of my inspirations, the river, wildlife, marsh mellows, banjos and the movie that scarred me with haunting images of a grown man squealing like a pig.
I'd also like to make a special mention of my inspirations, the river, wildlife, marsh mellows, banjos and the movie that scarred me with haunting images of a grown man squealing like a pig.
