Ramon
Ramirez Rey
rolls. A rural river
reaching for sea, he reverses
direction. Each wretched refraction may
wreck his rustic orthography.
Injun giver, would say
Ramirez Rey
(Ramon).
Categories:
injun, language,
Form: Rictameter
Gregarious Giles gladly gathers garnish greens gentle Greta grows.
Haggard Harriet hardly has half her hoppity hare’s health habits.
"Injun" invective incenses indigenous individual.
Categories:
injun, silly, writing,
Form: Monoku
Who the hell is Gordon Bennett
Some think there’s insanity
In the fact we call his name
As though it were profanity
Not so famous nowadays
As once he used to be
But still I call his name out
When a doorframe whacks my knee
I put my hammer to one side
To take a tiny break
And then cry Gordon Bennett
Where’s it gone for goodness sake
Did poor George Armstrong Custer
At the massing injun nations
Cry out Gordon Bennett
We’ve made underestimations
Or is our Mr Bennett
Just a UK kinda guy
Who’s name is shouted loud
As one more bus goes speeding by
Well, frankly I don’t care
That English language travels on
Gordon Bennett is world famous
Back where I come from
This unknown hero all my life
My unpretentious tenet
Is by my side in times of strife
His name is Gordon Bennett
Categories:
injun, hero, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
~ 'Injun Summer' ~
Orange glow fades from twilight sky
Pumpkins grin, full moon is nigh
It's Injun Summer, in the midwest
Harvests gathered to farmers' nests
__________________________________
'Injun Summer' is what unusually warm,
sunny days at the end of October used to
be called. But in 2021, Indigenous People's
Summer, having replaced Columbus Day...
Oh, never mind... A big shout-out to John
John Lawless for updating my heretofore
myopic, outdated perspective. (lol) ~ gw
Categories:
injun, color, farm, halloween, night,
Form: Couplet
Bang-bang shoot-'em-up
Thousands died, violent scenes
Grade-B Cowboy-and-Indian films
The rage on '50's TV screens
I had some dandy cowboy boots
Tomahawk and Injun headdress too
Several pistols, silver bullets
A long-nosed rifle, 'most brand new
Must have 'killed' a hundred friends
as we played our favorite games
Yet every one came back to life
not one insurance claim...
We always knew that what we did
was pure pretend, not real
Like today's violent video games
~ the same old bloodless deal
Categories:
injun, film, technology, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Harvest's on the threshing floor
Pumpkin's on the vine
A couple days of Injun Summer
Crisp night's campfires glow with lines
Of goblin tales, haunted houses
Dark mugs of witches' brew --
Happy Halloween to one and all
Sweet Trick-or-Treating to you!
43 word poem
October 06, 2019
October Contest 45 or Less Words
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
injun, autumn, halloween, october,
Form: Rhyme
Small train of pack horses walking slow,
five of them, to be precise,
on the shore of this rock-choked river,
opposite where I make my way.
Led by three men wearing buckskin,
one is Injun, must be their guide,
must’ve married into the tribe
or they wouldn’t be so friendly.
Their hoses full of plews, like mine,
a year’s work of trapping beaver
in icy pools by granite peaks,
all fringed by ramrod-straight spruces.
I ride one horse and lead two more,
fetlocks splash in the shallow water,
had to divert through the river
to avoid a stretch of rocky bluff.
Didn’t want too, I had no choice,
now three of them can see me plain,
see my year’s worth of beaver pelts,
out here where man makes his own law…
Maybe they’re the honorable sort,
but coin does strange things to a man.
grasp tight my big Hawken rifle
as one of them calls out to me…
Categories:
injun, conflict, fear, history, imagery,
Form: Blank verse
The Lone Ranger and Tonto strode into saloon
To get out of the sun and heat of the noon
They stood at the bar; their thirst the beer quenching
When through the doors came a cowboy crashing
He asked in a puff ‘Whose white horse is outside?
He’s down on his back and it looks like he’s died”
“That sure sounds like Silver”, Tonto replied
The three rushed outside to find horse belly up
The Lone Ranger poured water in mouth from tin cup
Poor Silver just lay there and sighed with a wheeze
“Could you run round in circles and stir up a breeze”?
Said the Ranger to Tonto and pleaded with “Please”?
Silver perked up when the draft round him rose
“Looks like his death was mis-diagnosed”
The Lone Ranger returned to finish his beer
As a cowboy burst in wearing old dusty gear
Inquiring about horse his intent was too clear
“What’s wrong with him now”? not wanting to hear
The cowboy spoke up and said “Nothing” with cunning
“But I think you left your Injun running”
Categories:
injun, funny, horse, humor,
Form: Light Verse
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)
Stanza I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws warts on bruised skin
Thus MARIANNE marinates asylum swill
Let filter no known friends through the Internet
Dog ev'ry step the chicken takes e'en secret
Day and night confine the bird to its cramped coop
And there make the migrant crowd damn nincompoop
Morning day or mid of night drill his ears through
Lace marinade with acid sauce Injun soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew
ENVOI
Sol de France franchi! Terre d'Asile! O! What scoop!
Trumpet the news! Co-co-ri-co! Got'im in coop!
Un-wifed maimed sucker son root for Great Chef crew
Asylum-marinade French cuisine's top soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
injun, bullying, french, paris,
Form: Ballade
And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely nigh my head,
Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel engine,
Then bounces on my chest like a frenzied injun!
The neighbors' worthless mutts begin their nightly serenade.
It sounds as if outside my window there's a whole brigade!
For awhile things settle down and all is as quiet as a mouse,
Until I'm awakened by the thunderous snoring of my spouse!
The blaring klaxon of the midnight freight is heard a mile away.
The inconsiderate engineer lays on the horn as if it were a runaway.
To top it all the crickets begin their atonal chirping prattle.
I'm beginning to think a good nights sleep is a losing battle!
I shove ear plugs in my ears but they don't do a bit of good.
The clock strikes three so it looks like sleep ain't a liklihood.
Lord, again I make a plea that should I decease before I wake,
Please, won't you allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
injun, humorous, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui as well)
We’re beating drums to call your sons to help us as we raid,
It’s carnival of glory for the patriot’s parade.
That empire of the Spanish state is really ripe for gleanings,
We’ll pick up Puerto Rico, Guam, Cuba and the Phillipenes.
Let’s not overlook those Boxers and their crazy Kung Fu too!
It simply would look bad if monks kick us out using mushu.
Author: I’m not beating this damned drum anymore…
Muse: But we haven’t even gotten to the world wars!
Author: I’m starting to think the mad hatter’s leading this damned Patriot Parade
Muse: It’s only 1901! We still have the whole 20th century left to go!
Author: Screw you muse, I’m out. Peace.
Categories:
injun, america, funny, history, patriotic,
Form: Ballad
I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn.
On the great Mississippi I’ve been
playing hooky from school
‘cause there ain’t any rule
that can keep Huckleberry caged in.
I bet that you’ve already read
about the fun life that I’ve led,
how I got a bad foe
that they called Injun Joe
and how me and Tom one time played dead!
I ain’t nothin’ special, just Huck.
In my boyhood forever I’m stuck.
Just one kid needs to look
at the words in Twain’s book
and I’ll stay alive - with any luck!
*My character, of course, is Huckleberry Finn, taken from the novel of the same title, written by a very witty humorist, Samuel Clemens, AKA Mark Twain.
Written 4/20/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the "Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) ! Free Poetry Contest" of Giorgio A.V.
Categories:
injun, books,
Form: Limerick
There in the park, beside the path,
The limestone general stands,
With pigeons perched upon his hat
And on the saber in his hand.
He would have cut a handsome swath
In the cavalry, of course,
But while he wasn' t looking
Some "sneaky Injun" stole his horse.
He never knew a victory,
Though that was his grand desire,
But the "Indian war" came to an end
Before a single shot was fired.
So stubborn was the general,
Folks say he never died,
But stood there on that grassy hill
And simply, slowly petrified.
Categories:
injun, cowboy-western, children, funny, people,
Form: I do not know?