Des Moines Poems - Poems about Des Moines

During the famous Des Moines rumble Sixteen boys landed in a giant jumble No one bragged for they were horribly humble Soccer ball was lost in this mad fumble...

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There was a shy man from Des Moines Experience-less but with coin Dragged to a whore house He said to her blouse Watch out Ma’am, your bloomers are showing....

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Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I raced around them I had never heard of black ice And now I was its victim. My Mustang flew off Interstate 80 I was upside down, ready...

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I was terrified of a Des Moines move To me this was a big city I was from a town of three thousand I did not think people would neighbor there I had been to New York City once During the garbage strike Rats were all over the streets with their hideously ugly pink tails And their ugly butt holes I thought I was...

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Schizophrenic tendencies Stealing useless sh*t like a kleptomaniacal king Laughing and tip toeing to the closet While listening to the faucet drip Freaking out my third eye blinking stunting your growth with a lean Heavy petting in front of you Sucks to think about you and actually think that I was thinking about letting you view Drama setting developing characters steady...

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Looking backward one can see so clearly. The priceless diamond held loosely in hand. Did not seem as vital but merely What most every kid had in the heartland. The sidelines were of no significance For the players with no one in the stands. But for me there was a stark difference. I had the best of...

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Sweat down my back Smelly glands. My energy gone Cannot remember feeling comfortable Des Moines in August...

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You are moving to a big city? You will be murdered before you get out of your car Thugs will take your purse and use your I-phone Rapists will break in at night and maybe kill you What big city is it? Des Moines Oh, man, I have heard of that one I will be sending you prayers. They have the Iowa...

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...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town, not a Sodom on the Pacific, as minds returned, realization came and the people found it quite horrific. They didn’t know who had drugged the beer, bo one had seen that woman of man, but something like this needed a fall guy, so they blamed the whole mess on the band! And just as the...

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I was drifting north, looking out for work, found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines, a polka band was holding a concert, they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join. The work was easy, just moving heavy things, and helping local seniors to the show, plentiful beer, a big floor to dance, guess that’s how these things usually go. But some brought college-age...

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