Long Taters Poems

“Allen saw it first 
Charlie then later
Allen chased the black raven
Charlie lived his dreams”.

Steady rain had been falling for two straight days
In dimming, muted light.

Striding out from the middle of a weeded field
The two men...

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Two bails of straw, an ornament, 
                            ...

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FIRST LADY OF HOTITUDE

You walk into a bar, all eyes lock on you,			
The fashions which you flaunt reveal quite a view,		
There’s something special ‘bout the way you move,			
You carry yourself with your own kind of...

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Why I Hate Shopping at Snarl-Mart 
  
By Elton Camp

The parking lot’s hard to bear
For it must be a mile square

Any spot close to the door,
No parking there anymore.

Dozens of them are labeled
“For use...

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Old Cars
By Franklin Price
07/17/2020

Old cars were the best cars
A place for teens to play
Bench seats all the way across
No seat belts in the way

Three speed on the column
No shifter on the floor
No storage in the...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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The feet of twenty cousins were trampling and pounding the floor
As my Aunt Pearl's house trembled and suddenly became smaller.
We were racing with the games of 'who could find who' behind the door
While munchkin toddlers...

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I have many fond memories growin' up on the farm as a boy.
Such simple pleasures in times more sublime brought me great joy!
I knowed it was summer when in June Dad bought me a straw...

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I chase you through the bottle 
just trying to get a little taste, 
I pour your juice on my taters 
none of it I shall waste. 

I love your pickley goodness 
so crunchy and so...

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We love our silly Grazillas,
Who eat chocolate ice cream because they don't like vanilla.
They prefer lumpy pillas,
As they nap under the willas.
They eat salt by the pillas,
And watch only chinchillas.
They prefer to work as millas,
They...

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El Presidente don’t Tennessee 
nothing bad coming,
tho’ the global orbitals
saw viral things very differently

Happy talk tongue taters
do eerily 
Idaho ear mash liquor please

Delaware drunk on denial,
so Iowa unaware
that the body litmus test
is gonna crimson cost...

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On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the...

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Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee-dub.

We've been brain-spanked to
not ask any questions.
We don't dare...

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Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed my age.
I'm blessed with great health even at this elder...

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the joyous partner the microwave
it has become my chef
alas not quite my mother's hand
but for its swiftness of foot
there is no other
yes i survive on the TV dinner
oh dear Lord i have shown my age
frozen...

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If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the time but Pancho (Uncle Frank) would put it to you,...

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Growing up in Podunk Missouri,
meant that we had the freedom to roam.
Up and down rivers and wooded hills,
those places that we called home.

Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries,
and at least the ones that didn’t fill...

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Well, here I sit a-sweatin' and a-thinkin' in the hoosegow in old Santa Fe.
In the glow of the settin' sun I see the hangin' tree jes' across the way.
Folks has come in their buckboards from...

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They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by...

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Sitting on the porch
neath the old Oak,
breakfast is over,
bacon, fried yeast bread and peach preserves
canned by hand in ancient jars.
They’ve seen their share of life,
garden tomatoes,
blanched to remove the skin,
peeled and crushed,
a smidge of salt...

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Hank had cowboyed on the Triple T Ranch fer nigh on fifty years.
He'd rode the range herdin' beef peerin' betwixt his hoss's ears.
Durin' cattle stampedes he'd broke bones and many a time was throwed,
And he'd...

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A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit...

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A Cowboy’s Try At Cookin’


It weren't easy what Bob had done,
No one said otherwise.
I chuckled at the yarns he'd spun,
With twinkles in his eyes.

The first one that I heard about
Was on a cattle trail.
Bound for...

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Slim was pigeon-toed and bow-legged from allus bein' astraddle,
Of his faithful hoss Old Dan and his well-worn creakin' saddle!
He'd spent 30 years gazin' twixt Old Dan's ears ridin' the spread.
Now both is retired and he...

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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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