Long Howdy Poems
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The world needs a little
Good news every day
Just look on the bright side
It's better that way
Kick up your heels
Say howdy my friends
Just smile at a stranger
Your woes you'll transcend
On the verge of disaster
Show them there's hope
To look at this world
Through a much larger scope
It may be contagious
You'll start a new trend
Who knows it might happen
You'll make some new friends
I know that the cynics
Will laugh and they'll scoff
To think that us humans
Past sins we can doff
We've got to start somewhere
So why not right now
The world will stop fighting
And wars disavow
Just call me a dreamer
I welcome that name
Don't need any medals
No fortune or fame
The best compensation
A world filled with joy
Where everyone's happy
And spirits are buoyed
We can't let our efforts
Just end up in vain
We must see a world
Where happiness reigns
It's crucial for us
To succeed in this quest
Else mankind will perish
My case I do rest
There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla.
He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He tipped it to me when he saw I was not picking gooseberries.
Howdy, he said.
Hi, I said back. Surprised he spoke cowboy.
Have you seen a gopher? I asked him.
We looked together, but could find no evidence of one.
I reported this back to Kaie, gladly. She is always getting something wrong.
I know it was an animal that started with the letter G, she said.
She began naming animals.
Grouse? Guinea pig? Goat?
My friend the gorilla tipped his hat to me from the window.
I waved back.
Gorilla? I asked her.
Don’t be silly, she said.
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
With sparkling eyes he fell deeply in love
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The devious crow offered her bamboo
She chewed it up and gave him a shove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The hippo snorted saying howdy do
While the rain fell in torrents from above
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
A turtledove gave her a heartfelt coo
As he sat in a tree high above the cove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The camel got his hump sprayed by chew
As the kangaroo spat out leaf of clove
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The heron and kangaroo love may rue
Her lovers she did not treat with kid glove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo
written 3/17/2016
Wild Horses
You told me your favorite color is orange.
You dropped by and I opened up the door.
You have a keen eye for detail.
With a sharp eye, your artwork is surreal.
Your color schemes are very detailed.
You could paint a wagon wheel.
I’m glad I had a chance to get to know ya more.
I had a great workout, so I’m kinda sore.
Maybe your favorite thing to paint would be a horse.
On a journey with art, we both have a goal to work towards.
I like old fashion movies like Lilies in the Field.
I enjoyed our conversation as new things were revealed.
We both strive with discipline and hard work.
Soon it will be the 4th of July with colorful fireworks.
You are like a mandarin garnet.
Past the horizon just like a sunset.
Just like an awesome painting, in a silhouette,
Horses run free in the wind like a jet.
I like the old western times.
An old soul is sometimes hard to find.
Down here in the south, we say howdy.
I like the clean air after it rains when it’s cloudy.
Thankyou for taking time out to say hi.
Just like a bird that is free to fly.
I’m sitting by the river.
It’s a warm and sunny day.
It’s lovely to be out here
Just relaxing in this way.
My jacket is unzipped,
My brand-new book is on my lap,
When suddenly a dog squats down
And takes a mushy crap.
The owner was right next to him;
The dog was on a leash.
I shook my head and silently
Admonished with a “Sheesh!”
His little pile of doggie doo
Was inches from my feet.
It wasn’t what I’d hoped to see
To make my day complete.
Although the owner scooped up
What his rear end had been spitting,
With just one tug they could have moved
Where no one else was sitting.
A gorgeous day can suffer from
A blot upon its beauty
When someone inconsiderate
Ignores her civic duty!
"Howdy to you all from Colorado! This is Cletus Schlunk reporting,
Where gossip is fair and balanced and there is little or no distorting!
It's the home of the Rockies, Broncos, Nuggets and potholes galore,
And old mining towns like Leadville and Cripple Creek, full of western lore!"
"Hordes of gaping tourists from all over come to visit the Centennial State,
So I collared one to get his views and his comments to you I'll relate."
"Sir, could you spare a few minutes of your time for a little chat?
Tell me where you're from and where did you get that silly hat?"
"Ah'm frum th' great state uv Texus an' that's a hunder'd dollar Stetson son.
Now, don'tcha go a-makin' sport uv me - ah've cum here ta have a little fun!"
"Be forewarned that when sipping a cool Coors, respect the altitude here."
"Yup! Ah've figgered out that jes' one uv 'em will set ya' on yer rear!"
"What do you think of our magnificent mountains reaching for the sky?"
"Shucks! We used to have 'em in Texus an' they wuz nearly twice as high!
But ah'm here ta tell ya', they wuz flattened out years an' years ago.
That's why Texus is th' biggest state in the lower 48, I want ya'all ta know!"
"Have you fished our pristine streams, many that are off the beaten track?"
"Yup! Caught a 30-incher - he wuz a Texus minner so I throwed 'im back!"
"Well, folks, he out-bragged me so I brought the interview to a hasty cease!
Till next time, from Colorful Colorado, I wish each of you happiness and peace!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in the "Reporting Live On The Soup" Contest - July 2010
He was quite a famous celebrity.
He co-starred with Bob Smith on “Howdy Doody”
Everyone could see him on post-war TV.
Not one child in the studio would bear a frown.
They were entertained by “Clarabell the Clown”.
However, he left all his garnered popularity.
On another network as a new character we would see,
Bob Keeshan in his role of “Captain Kangaroo”.
Unprecedented fame for the man was now due.
Along with Mr. Green Jeans, Mr. Moose, and company,
Captain Kangaroo appeared for millions on morning TV.
With all of their unusual and funny escapades,
they taught and entertained children for three decades.
However, almost all good things do not last.
Captain Kangaroo is now a thing of the past.
Bob Keeshan has since been laid to rest.
As an entertainer, he was among the best.
The trees unfurl their buds and blossoms cheer.
Howdy-do Spring…achoo…grab a tissue.
Grass grows Godiva-strong. It’s as I fear -
For all your beauty brag, I’ve an issue.
Here goes: my t-shirt clings with salty-sweat.
The sun is harsh…it’s heart beats me to death.
There is no pool in sight…I’m not cool-wet.
I’m sick of lemonade, its stinking breath.
Forget the drilling of Carpenter bees
and clouds of gnats as I relax outside.
The dive-bombers, abuzz - I’m ill at ease.
The insect fog does follow close, my stride.
Season attacks - Spring’s not all its beauty.
Jack Frost…better off when he’s on duty.
1/31/2023
Spring Is Not All
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
That first cup of coffee what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right it's a sadness defeater
We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways to a table we cling
Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease
While cooking up bacon and eggs and some taters
I'm wondering the cost of a live-in cook and baker
Okay back to the brew that revives us once more
Without it we're zombies with bumps galore
If the girls at the office could see us like this
There'd be no more begging for a passionate kiss
Pretend not to see me, avoid me like the plague
They'd make up excuses no matter how vague
So you see the importance of our morning brew
It starts the day off with a bright howdy do
That first cup of coffee what could be sweeter
It's yummy in the tummy and a sadness defeater
She turns me around
Forty years ago
At High School graduation
And she says…
Something I can’t remember
It was probably something like,
‘Well, lookit that!’ or
‘Boy, Howdy!’ or
Some such encouragement
And… though I cannot remember it
Now, I would not part with it
For all the treasures riding
In all the ships on the sea
Music!
She gave me music!
Wagner and Mendelssohn
Beethoven and Duke
Ella Fitzgerald and Leontyne Price
But never the other stuff
Which she called ‘that crap’…
We could laugh
When my dad got angry
He was so ridiculous
Beating the air with his fists
But when MOM got angry
The house went still
Everyone like rabbits hoping to blend in
Once I said a certain word
And she slapped me so hard
That my ears rang for three days
She wasn’t going to take
Any LIP from her children
And ESPECIALLY not THAT… WORD…
Now she is on medication
That makes her loopy
Just a month after I finished
Reading her Harry Potter
With all of the voices
And it looked as though
Her cognition was improving
But her bones are soft
And her spine
It’s a good strong spine I can tell you
Is cracked in two places
She is not a candidate for surgery
So broken it will remain
Unless it heals by itself
I believe in the power of Prayer
So a heart condition
Two strokes
And a Chronic Obstructive
Pulmonary Condition
And a broken back
Are not beyond healing
Human minds though respond sometimes
Only to math
And the math
They say
Only adds up one way
But I prefer art
Which my mother gave me
And which is subject
To interpretation
Maybe this
And
Maybe that
On her last day on earth
My brother says
He will ask
Do you want to talk
About your plan?
And
He says
She will say
Why on earth would I want
To do that?
I am not going anywhere…