Best Bonanza Poems

'Twas a Sunday extravaganza,
To eat dinner, watching Bonanza.
     Hoss’s plight so intense,
     That my state of suspense,
I cannot describe in one stanza!

Submitted : On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Submitted : 4/27/22
Television series: “Bonzana”
Result: Honorable mention....

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Beaming sun upon my back
Establish my summer days
A beach, my boys, a blanket, and
Cold drinks, as I soak my rays
Hoping to darken my tan

Bronzing as the babies play
Lotioned head-to-toes
Applied Aveeno Baby, even to their nose
No frowns for the camera, 1-2-3, strike a pose.
Keen eye set...

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The shows I watched when young were black and white.
About five channels came on day and night. 
The Beaver, Opie, Jeanie, Flying Nun
were characters I liked both good and fun.

Shows of humor sometimes missed their function;
one like that for sure was “Petticoat Junction.”
But “Laugh-In,” “Lucy,”...

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The Cartwright Brothers
the Ponderosa owners
and Ben Cartwright's sons...

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Nyasha announced, "Alright 
Everybody we are about to 
Present Delilah with her baby
Gifts." Damian interrupted
"Wait she's still upstairs 
Sleeping."  He bounded the
Steps to call the sisters. He 
Opened the door.  Poked his
Head in, "is she still..." of 
Course he saw her bright eyes
Immediately....

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Dolly answered, "I'm  just a little 
Fatigued,  I'm ok though. I
Think I should lie down. Molly
Followed Dolly to the master
Bedroom upstairs. Dolly 
Confessed her heart To Molly
"Molly I love Damian soo much.
He is my whole life now.
Where was
I before I met him. I...

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Dolly Maintained her ravenous 
Appetite and gained weight.
Damian kept the new
 refrigerator Stocked with fruits 
vegetables Exotic foods and 
other goodies. Two days had
Slowly passed. Damian finally 
Assembled the crib. 
"Baby shower Time is upon us."
She loved to see Damian happy.
"It won't be much longer...

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Damian watched her with a
Small smile spreading across 
His face. She stood on the bed
in front of Him. Complex crucible 
Calculations collected volcanic 
Explosive combustions. 
 That was all There was.
 They had one Another in
Succulent successive 
Orgasmic stimulation 
The only word 
That crossed his...

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"Before I write another stanza 
I'll watch a re - run of Bonanza"

Waiing to muse to strike I realax with an old western show soo. ..

"Before I a re - run of Bonanza"

Good old Hoss Cartwirthg makes 
me wish I could taste Hop Sings tasty...

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As if in a decades long
     somnambulant trance
     for majority of years
     I finally awoke,
three score minus
     one orbitz tracked 'round el sol
     by this...

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Little Joe, Hoss, Adam, and Ben.
I see them on the tube again.
They live in central Nevada
at a place called “Ponderosa”.

Widower Ben, and his three boys
shared their pain, as well as their joys.
We saw laughter, as well as tears, 
during a run of fourteen years.

They showed...

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Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction 

All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar...

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The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby...

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Late sixties cowboy films Bonanza, Rawhide
And Cheyenne – I loved these series.
Their theme songs come to mind ‘Wishing 
‘My gal was by my side’( Rawhide,)
Waiting at the end of my ride
‘Keep movin,’ movin’, movin,
Just rope em, throw and brand em
Soon we’ll be living high and...

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Beyond the mighty Humboldt
Where the Artemisia blooms,
The broken ribs of mountains
Lie tilted toward the sky.

‘Twas called a wretched wasteland
That Satan, himself, passed by;
Where no self-respecting bird 
Would stay if it could fly.

Its rivers are pretenses,
Called navigable by law.
Thirsty dragonflies may wing
Thirty miles to find a...

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