Pioneer Poems - Poems about Pioneer

NYC's Grace Brewster Hopper a computer world showstopper Cobol she helped to enact this persistent lady from Sperry Univac ...

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He leads And others follow Nothing starts without him He creates the path He knows de way A pioneer....

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When frigid winter winds roar out among the lifeless trees and nature is held captive inside a merciless freeze I pray to the God above I hope he’ll honor my plea to keep you safe from all harm and bring you back home to me...

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The more I read about pioneer women in particular, The more I see from afar, About how high they set the bar, For those who find them bazaar, While driving their car. For most of these daring women young and old, About whom few stories are told, Yet we need their stories to unfold, Even from a broken mold, For the modern...

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Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty Inching her way to paint and sketch Night alone would not feed her passion, she Answered to no one about her dreams, for Heaven held stairway anyone could climb. Day became electric as she stretched Illuminated passages by her hands, And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another Nothing and no one strayed her from The...

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** THE GLORIES NEAR ** Here! The Glories have arrived from afar..as far as east from west. The Glories come riding mists To lead us leaping over our discontent; over waves lost from their beaches, their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken. The Glories bring our maps to The Exquisite: our longing, our desire. But, the...

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Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood Master race...

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Johnny was a lover of God's country who roamed cherished land because he was free. A skilled outdoorsman with backcountry charms, he donned a burlap sack with holes for arms. To wear rugged shoes was quite a blessing, for barefoot he'd trek, soles without dressing. He donned a useful pot upon his head, books have depicted, historians said. He was kind and gentle...

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The Tie Dye Grave David J Walker A gray ponytail from A balding head Vintage love beads and A waterbed A Garrard turntable and a Marantz Amp Pioneer speakers and a Roach clip clamp Some far-out sneakers And a Lava lamp Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze Moody Blues from Future past days McCartney & Lennon in the Beatles craze The old grey hippie will his Souvenirs...

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A poem - Crimsons are not for me Crimsons are not for me Celluloid screen flashed for reference Pinks would be fine’- bargained my voice so meek Crimsons are not for me Be a pioneer, be a scion - ...

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Yaaaaaah! Leaving dust behind eight galloping hooves, with no time to stop ‘til it ends. Just grateful the sun has dried up the mud, so cart wheels grip dangerous bends. Getuuuup! It’s getting rocky but not too far now, I can see the smoke in the distance. We’ll get there in time, so keep breathing... hang on... I can’t do this without some assistance! Yeeeehaaaa! We made it! ...

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Days of a Pioneer Christmas, The beauty of a horse drawn sleigh. The freshly fallen snow, Husband and wife appearing in the horse drawn sleigh. Pioneer village decorated with fresh green evergreen boughs, The smell of freshly baked bread and cookies. The ladies and gentleman in their pioneer costumes, The floor to ceiling evergreen tree decorated beautifully. The recipes of old songs of...

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She has sat too long in the wind. It stretched every plane of her face into smiles Except for the sad mouth. She carries her happy, laughing, children Every one, on her shoulders, Where their dead father would have. She coughs, and sighs, and curses, and grits, Until all that is left Is the halves of dreams....

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There’s no gossip or sex when you’re cold and starving. We did our best; we were bold Christian gentlemen, the ladies from good moral families. It was only natural to eat the youngest girl first, she should not suffer our hunger pangs at her tender age. We did not draw lots like heathens, but when Seth went quietly insane we ate his brain - now we...

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I think of my brother's wedding at Pioneer Village many happy years ago My brother Tom wore a handsome tuxedo and his wife wore a beautiful bridal white gown. They arrived in an elegant carriage, He and his beautiful wife have real class. i was a bridesmaid at his wedding, i wore an apricot length dress. The minister performed...

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