Long Punkin Poems

I've traveled this celestial ball visiting many places of beauty and renown.
My world travels are over, but there is many an American city and town,
That I really pine to visit before I cease to function...

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Dominic Venetucci - 1911-2004

Outside, snow gently fell upon the barren punkin patch.
Where happy children once romped was now a forlorn thatch.
Inside the aged' couple reminisced about happier times and shed a tear.
Alas, drought dashed their...

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"My dear Hannah:  We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin'...

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'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this...

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The winter winds piled snowdrifts against the old vets cardboard shack.
Another homeless vet, he shared his humble abode with his doggie Zach.
He pulled his tattered army overcoat about his frail frame and lay upon his...

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There's a quaint little cross roads town that nestles in the shadow,
Of majestic Pikes Peak called Punkin Center in eastern Colorado.
The prime business in town is the Punkin Center Tack and Feed Store,
Where farmers and...

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In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks,
And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped flocks,
'Twas time to gather in the corn for a huskin'...

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“If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't I paint you?”
Bread 1971

Married 41 years. Hmm let me see 
If I can make 1000 words can come to be 

 It was a Monday in...

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'Twas the day after Thanksgiving and all of its ado and congestion.
I'd consumed too much turkey and pie and due to its ingestion,
Today, I'm suffering from a very acute case of indigestion!
I should've stifled my...

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'Tis said that baseball is as American as turkey and punkin pie.
There's nothin' more excitin' than a triple play or a 'homer' on the fly!
Though somewhat distractin' from the game that I am diagnosin',
Are the...

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I suppose it is surprising
And I shouldn't let you know it,
I've a hankering for the poetry
Of that old time Hoosier poet.
Perhaps you think his poems with
Their easy, rustic flavor
Are not poetic offerings
Sophisticates would savor.
"Little Orphant...

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How grateful I shall ever be for the creative gal or guy,
Who concocted and perpetuated the luscious "punkin" pie!
Ah! The thought of a golden "punkin" pie with flaky crust,
Stimulates my taste buds with sinful epicurean...

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We are pelted daily on television by some brassy tout,
Hawking useless stuff we're told we can't survive without!
"Not available at your local store - the price cannot be outdone;
Order now and I'll send you two...

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Should it happen that someday they're seeking struggling bards,
To compose witty verse for Hallmark Thanksgiving cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for consideration, TO WIT:

(1) Savor the oyster dressing, giblet...

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Forever
As I looked at the old house sitting there all alone
I thought of the people who once had called it home

In the yard it was barren now the grass so brown
All that was left was...

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Should perchance someday Hallmark is seeking struggling bards,
To concoct witty verse for their annual Thanksgiving cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for their consideration, TO WIT:

(1)  Savor the oyster...

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I try to make myself very scarce midst the teeming flock,
To reduce the risk of finding my neck on the chopping block!
Why do you put me through this annual frightful scare?
I pray that I won't...

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Alas, hordes of ravenous relatives from very far and even near,

Won't be celebratin' at dear old Grandma's bountiful board this year,

Since the corona virus pandemic has spread an ominous cloud of doom.

But hold on! ...

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There is a carmel apple laying near the bustop of the bus sun tran. The carmel 
apple has not even been bitten yet, bye the mouse or bye the man. The carmel 
apple is perched...

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ROSEMARY THYME was walking down the street when she CINNAMON CUMIN,  who's name
was SWEET BASIL.  He was from OREGANO.
She fell in love with him ALUM the way, PARSLEY because of his good looks.

But...

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for Granny Artemis

You're myyyyyy....
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Make me Yip and Skip all day
When life is poop
And I'm stuck in the soup
There's one thing I can say: you're my
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Make me feel as light as air
Smack...

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