Best Indiana Poems
Haiku 60 – Indiana Summer
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orange roadside lilies
rural splendor
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elephant’s eye corn
no tassels yet
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endless green soybean fields
rich farmland soil
a strange beauty
stark yet soothing vistas
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For SKAT – OZ’s “summer poems” contest...
The passionate...pulsating rhythm,
Of your tasty...temple of doom.
Pounds a pummeling throb,
While hunting for buried treasure.
A lustrous...look like acid rain,
A hopeful...heart, a buried jewel.
My whip...willingly...whips,
A love escapade unwinds.
I raid your beautiful...body
Looking for the lost ark in the dark.
Erotic...exploration begins;
I explore a deeper crevice.
Solely...searching a secret tunnel,
Investigating, probing, and panting,
In the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
With my trusty archeological tool.
Hot wax poured...sizzling burns
The crimson scented wax streams
On this secret quest for love,
A stimulating last crusade.
Drops of salty...sweat
Bead from my fatigued...face
Dripping into the abyss of covers
And on the glistening skin.
Contrast: hitting the shiny...skin
The splash sound...is amplified.
A magnified grimace of pleasure
Protrudes the dark silhouette.
Steamy...lava skin yearns,
For a cool touch to extinguish
The heat of human friction while
Luscious...lips call out Dr. Jones.
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*Posted for an anonymous request
To write more free verse...
Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up
In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this
was my town, the town where I grew up
'Tis glorious springtime agin in Wayne County, Indiana!
(Never mind that a blizzard jes' blew in frum Montana!)
Folks wuz beginnin' to till their gardens to plant pertaters,
And wuz bustin' clods to set out plants uv beefsteak termaters!
Guys is tinkerin' with their mowers though they run in fits and starts.
Shucks! They cain't use 'em nohow till the snow and ice departs!
Folks'll swat at muskeeters searchin' fer elusive morel mushrooms.
All these pesky things will be forgotten if'n ever the peonies blooms!
Cardinals and robins returnin' home by the snow is confused.
Them hearty "snowbirds" comin' back from Floriday ain't amused!
But all too soon they'll face the stiflin' humidity and heat.
Come this October they'll return to their Dixie Land retreat!
Farmers is tunin' John Deeres to plow but the ground is froze.
They cain't even rely on the Farmer's Almanac, heaven knows!
Jes' when the apple, peach and mulberry trees wuz all abloom,
Along came the springtime freeze and, alas, they met their doom!
Another thing that has some Hoosier folks in a terrible snit,
Is the change to daylight savin's time but they'll git over it.
The good folks of Wayne County have jes' one simple request:
"Montana! We'd be obliged if'n you kept yer weather way out west!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
plain boy,easy time
just pine away,love song rites
and be still,captive
The garden is slowly reviving herself.
Waking up from her nightly slumber.
Showing her pinks, purples, yellows and greens.
Mariah the Merry Maid faces the sun.
Wondering whether she will need to water.
Will the dew be enough?
A reverent silence surrounds Mariah and her garden.
She takes a minute to reintroduce herself to daybreak.
Knowing daybreak will never disappoint.
The night shadows are quickly being erased by the sun.
The rays land on her back, encouraging and uplifting her.
It will be another fantastic day in Indiana.
Indiana Jones Makes a Visit
By Elton Camp
A wealthy French landowner was extremely excited
To explore his caves, a professor asked to be invited
“That man is the greatest archaeologist of our age.
This is certain to put my name on the front page.”
So a good impression he would make on the man
Jacques ordered his caves to be spick and span
So, to one of his workers, he gave the command
“Use the power wash & clean up good as you can.”
And here is something I especially want to mention
All those drawings on the walls give special attention
“If the cave has graffiti, he might think that I’m a lout
Instead of a person of culture, intelligence & clout.”
Babes
flesh of her
with the audacity
to crown themselves
lords
if not gods
masters of all
all
natural
fools
at her feet
As every kingdom falls
Nature alone
knows immortality
circa 2005
(This fictional poem is based on a cartoon I drew)
My cousin is as dumb as he can be.
His IQ score is only twenty-three.
He and I both love those Indiana Jones movies.
We think they are neat and groovy.
But when we watched Raiders of the lost ark, we got in a fight.
It's a shame that this poor boy isn't very bright.
When I told him that Raiders of the lost ark was made in 1981, he said I was
lying.
I couldn't convince him it was the truth even though I kept trying.
I asked him why did he think I wasn't right.
He said it couldn't be true because from 1980 to 1983 Harrison Ford was frozen
in Carbonite.
The cecadas call merily
Across green fields of maize
While a humid Haze settles
Underneath a burning sun
The wind blows hot and meager
To escape the relentless burn
But cloudless skies give no respite
inviting all; but fooling none
The daylight is far from over
Saved for the work that's needs to be done
The Grass needs mowed and gardens sewed
Before we have our fun
But in the evening breifly
at orange end of day
The fireflys light up the night
And signals time to play
"They cut my leaves,
they cut my trunk
they dropped my headdress,
But they didn't pull out my roots...
So I went on living"...!
PS: Potiguara surviving group of Indians who inhabit Baia da Traiçao, Paraiba Brazil
I'm writing this long letter
to a mysterious stranger,
I'm staring at her beautiful picture
with some tingling sense of rapture!
Patty lives in Bloomington, Indiana;
it's such a lovely town, not like Elmira
where homeless people roam and sleep
on sidewalks and apartments are cheap!
We've never met and exchanged glances,
I can imagine when that actually happens;
our warm hands won't keep from touching,
our joy can surely be expressed in feeling!
Patty lives in Bloomington, Indiana
it's hundreds of miles away and Diana
can't wait to move there with Danny,
they both adore their new-born baby!
I'm a city rambler and I'm used to people's jeers,
and moving fast I tread on the wide city streets;
silence drives me nuts, noises is what I crave:
it's good for the solitary guy hiding in the cave!
Patty lives in Bloominghton, Indiana;
all I have is this photo and a single wish
that she might write back and not swish
this silly dream whenever I lie to Sara!
Wild geese
wade in flooded field
Indiana
Travelling the world,
Seeking the mystical poetess,
No Tomb too dark or scary,
No too evil Nazi so wary...
This Jewel must be returned
To the Soup Treasury....
(add your verse, sil' vous plait!) Email me @ [email protected] for me to
amend.
politics
is strictly for hicks
in French Lick
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population: 1,720 (2020)
1807 (2010)
famous for: home of Larry
Bird, one of the greatest
basketball players in NBA
history, aka 'The Hick from
French Lick!'