~Pennsylvania Panic~
He was shot, and could have been dead.
I saw the red blood running down his head.
I only could think of his tall and handsome son of eighteen.
Whose emotions were anything but joyous nor mystically serene.
I was alive when both Kennedys were kiiled.
I saw the floor upon which RFK’s crimson
blood had spilled.
Yes and I thought of the late Martin Luther
King, was killed but his dream, a American star that thrilled!
This is a great country and we refuse to be undone.
True Americans know it is so and was not formed for a short run.
This Judaeo- Christian Republic’s dome shines high in DC on a hill!
To forever serve…America’s law-abiding ones!
7/25/2024 poem 3
We are the pigs, mighty mighty pigs, not a stunt.
The Iron pigs, we play baseball daily, grunt grunt.
We play in Coca Cola Park, long after dark.
We are from Allentown, where you can hear our bark.
Where deception
is granted a daily reception
Even before the press conference's
cursed inception
Around 2004,
my family and I started
going on vacations to Erie
twice a summer.
Accompanying us on these excursions
were the Jenkinses--
family friends who were more like actual family.
In addition to our typical week at the beach,
they joined us for a sneak peek weekend
earlier in the summer
where we stayed at a hotel by the airport.
We'd sit on the lawn,
watching planes,
us kids running around,
the adults drinking beer.
The outside pool was
our home.
Cole & I would jump into
the deep end ad infinitum,
never ceasing to find the utmost joy
in so simple an act.
He commented on the blonde
strands of hair on my head,
I lied and said that was my natural color--
just wanted to be blonde.
But now the hotel is relegated only to memory;
the long, entrance hallway;
breakfast area where I burnt my mouth
by sipping hot chocolate
through a straw,
like a dumbass,
in 2005.
A woman was raped on the train
But no passenger would complain!
They enjoyed the assault
And could not be at fault
For girls are born to entertain!
SNAKES IN RURAL PENNSYLVANIA
The snakes in his head
were timber rattlers, easily
agitated, disinclined to fight,
their rattling a warning to all
before slipping away silently from
conflict or harm
Unfortunately for the fortunate son
his bride to be was a young copperhead,
golden brown and beautiful on the
dark forest floor among the stones and
wet soil of a Blue Mountain summer,
and unlike the rattler she was silent
and aggressive, looking for a fight!
I want a house that’s built from Pennsylvania fieldstone
On a farm that’s far away from all this noise.
I want a lane that’s lined with clutches of day lilies.
We’ll live on simple gifts and ordinary joys.
I want a trail where we’ll go hiking with our children,
Where they can learn the trees and follow nature’s way.
I want to sit around a fire and tell them stories
That make them laugh enough to scare their fears away.
I want a woman I can trust will always love me,
And who wants my lovin’ likewise in return.
I want the happily ever after happily here and now.
We’ll meet at rainbow’s end and spend the gold we’ve earned.
There once was a man from Pennsylvania
Who checked out the night life in Transylvania
He met a girl one night
Who took him out for a bite
Ya know, a night out with Vampira will drain ya!
Pennsylvania
I visit daughter’s home at Pennsylvania
She loves to grow white flowers like gardenia
white rose, tulips and jasmine
also favorite of mine.
Plants are watered by granddaughter Arianna.
07/20/19
On a Patio in Central Pennsylvania
Slowly patiently silently
a stink bug descends
toward my white-haired woman.
She is undeterred
by the imminent intrusion
of this small spot
of Nature’s alien creep.
From where?
Maybe Nature or the bug man
at the nearby college might know.
My wife knits on
Slowly patiently silently
making chemo caps
for women
seeking remission
from Nature’s alien creep.
From where?
Maybe a (loving?) god might know.
Did Call Pennsylvania Dutch
When old while walking needed crutch
And in every room could see a hutch;
Bridges going over water
With walls on long border;
So did call all of them Pennsylvania Dutch.
Jim Horn
Trump loves building borders
and boxing all of us in.
YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough mesmerized
past ancient mansions seen, not realized.
Through early morning air, our sence of smell
arouses to a bagels morning bell;
it tells us to awake, this is a day
we gain another try to make our way.
Past tiny shops of books and pottery
of artists who record what used to be,
and at sidewalk cafes, we take a pause
considering what's real, or never was.
We hear the groan of traffic come alive;
the buzzing of our time and constant hive;
but who can see the budding of the tree
that's made for us to always never see?
Consider this, of time we've none to spare
to capture in our heart the birthing there;
no longer for a blinking of the eye;
what time has brought along, too soon will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Pennsylvania
To see Penn’s Woods again in Fall,
my youthful days in fond recall.
With trees ablaze in red fireball,
my eyes are pleased in view of all.
Red, gold and Evergreen enthrall.
As roads unwind, beauty befalls.
The "Quaker State" has keystone walls,
spread over hills like gray prayer shawls.
I pass by mountains oh so tall,
as vales below seem to be small.
Green fields before my eyes do sprawl,
when lush Penn Woods abounds in Fall.
10/27/16
PENNSYLVANIA
Walking dead through the forest,
with a girl I'd never know,
in her eyes was my future,
and she will not let it go.
Always thinking this was Heaven,
but I'd never know her well,
in her eyes is forever,
but my Heaven hurts like Hell.
In the forest is afountain,
always flashing in the sun,
I could stay there forever,
but alone is not much fun.
Wondering why I left her,
then I push the thought aside,
I must go to Pennsylvania,
to find the place where I have died.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
An artist in Pennsylvania
Was desperate to entertain yer
He would draw and draw
More and more
A clear case of pencil mania
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