Best Midwest Poems

perfect rows of corn
thoughts are evenly complete
dreams flirt in green skirts...

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Judged an outstanding member of your community,
Only shows how erroneous some people can be!
How were you getting away with all that for so long?
Neighbors not suspecting you doing those things so wrong?

What horror transpired when they found that evidence;
All those bodies found buried under your...

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Vast Nebraska sky, 
sienna-hued droplets 
meld together 
forming dusk’s tapestry.
Towering meadow blades -
cool as creamsicles,
stroke my weary head and
tickle my naked frame.

Soothing northwest breezes
leaving Manitoba, 
slither through
a nebula of stars - 
gathering miniscule
buttercup petals. 
I see them 
being spun into 
a feverish night waltz,
whilst my...

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Shining sun and thunderous rain
Bear, bison, and whooping crane

The blowing wind and falling leaves
Blooming bulbs and honey bees

Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
Hardwood trees growing tall

The rivers great and creeks so deep
The golden crops of summer wheat

Ozark Mountains and prairie grass
Carp, paddlefish, and large mouth bass

Whether...

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Tornadoes of the Midwest                Quintain (English) a.b.a.b.b

Multiple tornadoes touchdown in America’s Heartland
Storming in one after another in succession, 
Hitting so hard, Oklahoma City could not withstand
Crushing the buildings to flatten...

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she couldn’t get a tan that would make the grade round prom time &
so off to the cancer cocoons she went,
cooking herself crisp & 
as orange as barbecued chicken---
after the prom & all of the 
comments on her appearance which 
beef up her ego,
she decides...

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Let's go ice skating, like when we were kids!
We skated indoors at the Chicago Arena.
My leather brown case with peacock satin
interior,
And gold locks that shined like the morning sun.
Those figure skates, polished were my pride and joy.
The Arena was huge and had its own organ.

So proud we...

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There's a white saddled horse,
and not a cowboy in sight.
No lasso to take him in,
to his stable this night. 

There's a red bricked saloon,
with no man to tend bar.
Not an order to be taken,
only a half smoked cigar. 

There's a bright yellow inn,
each room is...

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Dark tornadic skies
batten down the Oz hatches
twisters by the score...

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Clyde Pucelli was known as The Rembrandt of The Great Midwest!

He was an itinerant painter, esteemed as one of the best!

With his brushes and well-blended oils he'd render a masterpiece;

His fame spread since he specialized in hues of white and cerise.

He traveled in an old...

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flying home to my roots
back to the Midwest
where I spent my childhood

reconnecting with family
and with friends
old and new

reinforcing my core
lifting my spirits
my very essence

during the day
I drive past corn fields
knee high with thick, straight rows

I smell the fresh mown grass
the lawns green and fresh
a memory...

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The magnolia
The frontsman of the spring
The pear is jealous...

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The sun rises in a watermelon sky

Green leaves welcome the newborn light
shivering in the crisp air

Watercolor wings amid the blooming blossoms
flutter in the breeze

The verdant high hills and gentle ravines
awaken to the Meadowlark’s chorus in Nature's melody



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Exit gate C opened up,
And the followers flood
Turnstiles overcrowding,
And fallen ticket stubs
A namesake for the estate
Just off of 23,
On the way to my place
In the southern United States
We've been distant, 
More than I envisioned,
But I invent connections the whole drive down.
I think in 2014, 
when...

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Jumping Jehoshaphat’s! It is a down home true hillbilly hootenanny!
They are jiving and whirling, and the accordion is a twirling! 
I run to find my square dance dress which no longer buttons.
My boobs are hanging out like Jane Russell’s but I do not care.

The cousins...

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