Best Pennsylvania Poems
Hershey, Pennsylvania’s a place I would like to go.
It is essentially a chocolate El Dorado.
This little town somewhere in the middle of the state
is truly a place many people consider great.
It’s just full of chocolate goodies without any doubt.
You can get chocolate bars with almonds, or some without,
and peanut butter cups, kisses, and others galore;
enough is there to satisfy anyone, and more!
This is a town I would be proud to call my birthplace
if I were made of chocolate with “HERSHEY” on my face.
A bunch of “Whatchamacallits “would be my brothers,
and tall stacks of Kit-Kat bars I would call my sisters.
How many people would want to take a bite of me?
Supposing this was all true and not mere fantasy?
I would have plenty of relatives for all to see.
Together, we would be one big happy family.
YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough mesmerized
past ancient mansions seen, not realized.
Through early morning air, our sence of smell
arouses to a bagels morning bell;
it tells us to awake, this is a day
we gain another try to make our way.
Past tiny shops of books and pottery
of artists who record what used to be,
and at sidewalk cafes, we take a pause
considering what's real, or never was.
We hear the groan of traffic come alive;
the buzzing of our time and constant hive;
but who can see the budding of the tree
that's made for us to always never see?
Consider this, of time we've none to spare
to capture in our heart the birthing there;
no longer for a blinking of the eye;
what time has brought along, too soon will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
An artist in Pennsylvania
Was desperate to entertain yer
He would draw and draw
More and more
A clear case of pencil mania
Did Call Pennsylvania Dutch
When old while walking needed crutch
And in every room could see a hutch;
Bridges going over water
With walls on long border;
So did call all of them Pennsylvania Dutch.
Jim Horn
Trump loves building borders
and boxing all of us in.
Pennsylvania
To see Penn’s Woods again in Fall,
my youthful days in fond recall.
With trees ablaze in red fireball,
my eyes are pleased in view of all.
Red, gold and Evergreen enthrall.
As roads unwind, beauty befalls.
The "Quaker State" has keystone walls,
spread over hills like gray prayer shawls.
I pass by mountains oh so tall,
as vales below seem to be small.
Green fields before my eyes do sprawl,
when lush Penn Woods abounds in Fall.
10/27/16
proud of their steeler's
the pirate's too,we work 'em
they love us,we know
Groundhog Day
What is it they say?
If he sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter
Should we let something like this become a hinder
After all, this started as a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition
Who thought of this proposition
Was this used for farmers to seed their fields and grow crops
If it was I have to give them props
For such a foolish thing
To predict the coming of spring
The holiday spread throughout the United States
And into Canada surely the groundhog’s reaction had some meet their untimely fates
Silly enough, this is not the only superstition of an animal predicting spring
This surely isn’t a thing
German speaking areas believed a badger could predict the weather
All of these superstitions came from someone clever
Supposedly, these are extensions of a Christian festival called Candlemas
Someone most have been smoking the grass
After all, studies have proven them all not correlated
Still, some cannot help being elated
It’s still unbelievable that studies were actually done
They might as well conduct studies on black cats or another one
Other animals like the bear, marmot, and fox were also used
But don’t worry none were abused
It appears these lores all come from Europe
I wonder if they drank too much of their special syrup
Northeastern Pennsylvania gets hit hard
we have had some bad winters
this year white as Christmas
PENNSYLVANIA
Walking dead through the forest,
with a girl I'd never know,
in her eyes was my future,
and she will not let it go.
Always thinking this was Heaven,
but I'd never know her well,
in her eyes is forever,
but my Heaven hurts like Hell.
In the forest is afountain,
always flashing in the sun,
I could stay there forever,
but alone is not much fun.
Wondering why I left her,
then I push the thought aside,
I must go to Pennsylvania,
to find the place where I have died.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I see by the news that they may level a bit of Americana.
Alas, 'tis that old icon, the railroad depot in Richmond, Indiana.
I have many fond and not so fond memories of that old place.
Unless some good soul rescues it, 'twill disappear without a trace!
It has graced the "Hoosier Bowery District" since nineteen aught two.
'Twas designed in the neo-classical style when readied for its debut.
Many sad and happy occasions were witnessed within its walls.
'Tis sad that it might be demolished by inexorable wrecking balls!
'Twas there that I sadly saw my eldest brothers off to war.
'Twas there that I happily welcomed them home to fight no more.
Alas, it also happened that too many next-of-kin so very often,
Bore the grief of receiving their hero there in a flag-draped coffin.
'Twas there that I boarded a train to begin my military service.
That was my first train ride for this country boy and I was nervous!
So nervous that Recruit Reed and I boarded the wrong train, I fear!
Such an ignominious beginning to an otherwise gratifying career!
'Twas from there that our little girls rode their very first train,
To New Jersey and then on to Europe on a big jet plane!
As I reminisce, I recall so many memories both good and bad,
But to raze that old landmark would truly make me sad!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A woman was raped on the train
But no passenger would complain!
They enjoyed the assault
And could not be at fault
For girls are born to entertain!
Where were the Declaration of Independence and Constitution signed?
Give up? It is Pennsylvania. One of the original thirteen colonies, one that is mined.
Keystone State, Quaker State, Oil State – which one is right? All three actually.
Combing them to the Keystone Quaker Oil State would make more sense to me.
Of course William Penn named the state after his father – the other William Penn.
Why not just say you are naming it for yourself? This surely was done on a little whim.
Taylor Swift the singer is probably the most prominent celebrity from the state
Who is still living, alive, and well – one to whom teens and young adults can relate.
Kobe Bryant of course is from Pennsylvania, Amanda Seyfried, Kevin Hart and Tina Fey.
But more about the state – do not miss the Crayola Factory if you are heading out this way.
It is in Lehigh Valley Pennsylvania, and it produces three billion crayons every year.
The Hershey Chocolate factory in Hershey, Pennsylvania is not to be missed, that’s clear!
Pennsylvania is the only one of the thirteen colonies that is not bordered by the ocean,
But you can visit Punxsutawney, the home of Punxsutwaney Phil if you have a notion.
I steer clear of Philadelphia because of the politics, the traffic and crime after dark,
But if you want to see the Liberty Bell, you must head there immediately. It is in the park.
While in Philadelphia you could visit the Cathedral Basilica of St. Peter and Paul
It is gorgeous, an architectural beauty, that stands ever so glorious and tall.
There is also the Wannamaker Organ, Masonic Temple and Independence Hall.
Maybe I should head toward Philadelphia on second thought, after all….
This is a growing Pennsylvania community.
Just south of Pittsburgh, it’s in Allegheny County.
This town has been incorporated since 1950.
This is a place with a rather long and proud history.
Baldwin stretches north along Becks Run.
It is just south of South Side Flats and Arlington.
The population per square mile is rather dense.
Baldwin has just over twenty-thousand residents.
With a bright future, Baldwin is a town that grows.
This is a very proud place, and it shows.
registered with the Pennsylvania Dept of Poetry ®
inspected by agent #56
this poem has been aged
for no less than eighteen months
in an old barn, in an oaken cask
nestled in a wormed wood stall
with an earthen floor and
kept at a steady temperature
despite a few dusty sunbeams
breaking through the slats in the wall
with an ol' Tom cat who guards
the wood and the words
ready to howl his approval
© Goode Guy 2012-04-03
http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/306/why-is-reg-dept-penna-agr-on-so-many-labels
Nestled in Pennsylvania mountains is where the crowd goes.
It is one of several hotels located in the Poconos.
They have comfortable rooms and a very grand casino.
There are slot machines and table games many people know.
With so many ways you can make a bet,
they have poker, baccarat, craps, blackjack, and roulette.
However, this is a move many suckers will regret.
Who do you think pays for this grand facility?
Don’t you know this house thrives on losers’ money?
They take advantage of any fool’s gullibility.
This is just another money trap that is closer to home.
Give it a second thought before you decide to roam.