Best Minnesota Poems
digesting ballet —
prime rib and bacon, waltzing
Nutcracker taters
Tchaikovsky suite crescendo
fork and knife tenderizing
12/25/2021
When Thor’s mighty hammer sounds a thunderous call,
this football team is willing to do it all.
They are ready to plunder and pillage opposing teams.
The Vikings are reality, not merely dreams.
They have played well before the overwhelming cheers.
Success has come easily throughout their playing years.
When the Vikings defend the home field in Minnesota,
their vanquished adversaries are transported to Valhalla.
The offense is ready to score with an attack.
The defense holds the opponent’s offense back.
They answer the call by their chief god Odin.
A new season is here. Let the games begin.
< Minnesota Wild
Like its loon that cascades it's lakes
Minnesota Wild
Like it's black bear strong and fierce
Minnesota Wild
Like it's deer and 12 point bucks
Minnesota Wild
Like it's rivers and winding streams
Minnesota Wild
Like it's mighty timbers and pines
Minnesota Wild
Like it's eagle that soars forever free
Minnesota Wild
Like it's pheasant and wild turkey
Minnesota Wild
Like it's great northern pike
Minnesota Wild
My anthem and illuminated theme
Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All
The Senators felt it was time to leave DC.
They sought a new home in another part of the country.
No team had ever had such bad luck as this.
Their fans did not consider last-place finishes bliss.
These boys decided to move to St. Paul and Minneapolis.
Minnesota welcomed them as the “Twins” was their new name.
Fine young talent made the team play a better game.
Quality baseball was for what the franchise did strive.
An American League pennant was achieved in 1965.
Winning games is what they continue to do today.
The Minnesota Twins baseball team is here to stay.
OH LAND OF TEN THOUSAND LAKES,
OF GREEN TREES OF NATURE,
AND SKY TINTED WATERS.
FIND YOUR SILENCE,
AND LISTEN TO THE LOONS,
OR HEAR THE WOLVES IN THE WOODS.
OH I LOVE YE, OUR LAND OF TEN THOUSAND LAKES,
MY NATIVE STATE,
MY HOME ALWAYS,
IN NATURE AND HEART.
THANK YOU MINNESOTA,
OUR LAND OF SKY TINTED WATERS.
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WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
JUNE 2015
MINNESOTA OG
by BambiLynn'14
We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!
All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane
The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream
From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes
Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug
So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice
Lightning throbs
Sending rain pelting
Through me
Joyously soaking my soul
Home now-
Clothes hanging on iron glyphs;
Soon to adorn my garden
The sun peaks out-
Bright red pinecones are forming
Like little green
Tipped clubs on the Norway Pine
Outside my window;
My heart entwined with the
Budding pinecones
Absorbing hope
Still a bit cool out tonight. I drove to my boomfield anticipatin' gentle winds
and sweet returns. All my booms impress and amaze me, 'cept for a
couple of 'em, which I know always takes me a few tosses to figure 'em out.
The air is sweet with the promise of Spring....colorful ducks and geese fill
the sky. Quickly, sundown approaches, winds abate and peepers from the
creek at the edge of my field begin their harmonies.
Suddenly! in a dead-calm wind.... I feel it, only in Spring at sundown!
a cool creek breeze, waist-high, slowly waves over me....redolent with
moisture-filled Spring perfumes released from their winter slumber, while
the air above my waist stays warm!.... a sensation unlike anything I've ever
felt or smelled before!
Then it comes to me.... hmmmm.....stationary warm thermal above...cool
air below.... MTA time! ( a special 'rang shaped like a small hockey-stick, called
maximum time aloft) ... I begin tossing sweet flights (for me!) and eagerly
catch 'em low, reveling in the different temperatures, odors and sensations as
I reach to bring 'em in near the ground. An overwhelming sense of well-being
floods my mind.... as I thank my boomerangs for taking me deep into
April.... in Minnesota.
>> cucumber thinks hes so ..... cute
lying in a bed of ~ lettuce in his birthday ... suit
along comes >>> carrot and >>> celery to ~ squawk
you may ..... talk .. the .. talk but can you .. walk ... the ....... walk
just then >>> banana's prices started to ^^^ rise
oh that son of an ~ mango ...... he too was suprised
nuts ~ and ~ fruits ... was to fancy his ........ plate
poor ole >>>>> potato was just to dam ............ late
Picture several feet of snow, Pa!
Don’t be clumsy with your packing, Sir!
Of fluffy white fields, you’ll be in awe.
Afield Southern climate, you’ll feel the brr.
Pack your woolen coat and boots, Dad!
Don’t forget warm socks, silk underwear, Pop!
From far away it don’t seem so bad
But the scene’s colder from Santa’s workshop.
12/1/2019
I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation
II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run
III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of fighting for a seat, decades after Rosa Parks
George Floyd is a hero for having lived BLACK
A remnant yells, "Deport the upstarts. Send 'em back"
the twins,world champions
the fans,go bezerk,legal
the ball bounces,too
Oh! wind those windows down!
Gitchigumi, race your breath through my soul!
fill me with the strength your sons
Hubert and Walter gave us!
Oh Highway 61...bring me to your cliff tops,
let me feel the passion for justice
your brothers, Humphrey and Mondale gave us!
Pray I help just one unfortunate heart,
just one embittered soul....
Oh! wind those windows down!
Gitchigumi, race your breath through my soul!
-tribute to two of my heroes
A little girl from Minnesota.
Got filled up on chocolate soda.
She cried to her mummy.
I hurt in my tummy.
Mum said, I think you've had your quota.
For the State Limerick Contest
July 19, 2019