Chariton Poems - Poems about Chariton

...I rushed into my friend’s office once not realizing she had a guest. She said “This is Dr. Pat McClintock.” Dr. Pat McClintock said “You are a Stone Twin from Chariton Iowa.” This shocked me. I......Read the rest...

...Small town hospital in Chariton, Iowa, USA 1952 Dr. Yocum had a recurring dream every night for weeks God was telling him that he had to buy an incubator. In 1952 An incubator cost $100,000! ......Read the rest...

...Chariton Iowa 1960 We were in a 1953 Chevy with our Daddies Brothers We all three got tossed out into a ditch when the car caught fire then we got grabbed up and they ran with us When the c......Read the rest...

...Christian Church Chariton Iowa Thanksgiving Sunday 1962 I saw Jesus step out of a stained glass window He put his finger to his lips when He recognized I saw Him. I watched Him float from the wind......Read the rest...

...MODERN SONNETS I I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse. Mak......Read the rest...

...Limited to one change in my past. Tricky idea There are so many mistakes I would like to correct. Wait! Here is the one that started me on my life of crime. The day I yelled NO in a mean, loud wa......Read the rest...

...If I as allowed to go back in time to do one re-do, Limited to one change in my past. Which one would I choose? There are so many mistakes I would like to correct. Wait! Here is the one that st......Read the rest...

...1959, Chariton, Iowa, sixty miles south of Des Moines I was prancing around proudly showing off my snow people pin. Husband and wife, glitzy with glitter, I was so excited. I wore it to school o......Read the rest...

...Sonnets LII-LX The Endeavors of Lips by Michael R. Burch How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak in love’s strangely lit beds, where th......Read the rest...

...Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows......Read the rest...

...1512 Armory Avenue, prettiest house in Chariton, Iowa Verdant green ferns and red geraniums in blue pots gracing the porch. Roof jumps would land her on dandelions, possibly violet rosette. Front ......Read the rest...

...My Fourth of July memories are firmly intact. We always got together with my aunt and uncle. Which meant our cousins, and we had so much fun. The day was about picnics, watermelon, carnival, parad......Read the rest...

...Basil Huckleberry was an unassuming boy. We called him boy even though he was in his fifties. He rode a bicycle around offering rides to everybody Touched is what grandma called him He had a lo......Read the rest...

...The State of the Art (I) by Michael R. Burch Has rhyme lost all its reason and rhythm, renascence? Are sonnets out of season and poems but poor pretense? Are poets lacking fire, their word......Read the rest...

...When Pigs Fly by Michael R. Burch On the Trail of Tears, my Cherokee brothers, why hang your heads? Why shame your mothers? Laugh wildly instead! We will soon be dead. When we lie in our ......Read the rest...