Pioneer Poems

Pioneer Saloon Wall

Writer’s write
Speaker’s speak  
(and never)
— the twain shall meet

(Ketchum Idaho: August, 1983)

PROGRAMMING PIONEER

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

A Pioneer

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

A Pioneer's Prayer

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

Dinah Diana

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 Source
And now, she's shimmering like stardust in my mind.

(In memory of Pioneer of our family)

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The Glories Near

** 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 routes, so hard to decipher…
We are slow pioneers of the holy-All!

May the Glories set aflame our spines,
Running currents to thrill us up from
Our sleeping, our trances, our 
Vagaries, so we may again seek and see…

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(c)sally young Eslinger 1/5/22. 
     Glory to God

Pioneer of Propaganda

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 aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs

Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth 
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags

Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker 
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under 
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings 
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations. 

 
Biting Satire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
24/02/2021

Johnny Appleseed

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 to all God's life,
though he was childless and had no wife.
He escaped wild beasts, slept under stars,
and had tales to tell along with scars.
As an optimist with fistfuls of seed,
he ceased moments to meet a future need.
Crisp and delicious, he loved apples' taste,
pocketing precious seed to sow in haste.
Imaging orchards graceful and wild,
he planted new life with faith of a child.
With settlers he'd barter for basic needs
blessing them with the product of his seeds.
From Pennsylvania to Iowa's ground,
Johnny's living legacy can be found.

1/20/2021

A Tie Dye Grave

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 save and
Take the 60’s to a 
Tie dye grave

Real Life Action Adventure

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!  You did it.. 
So much love for our son.
I keep staring. So perfect and small.
It was a rough start,
but special beginning 
of a new adventure for us all!


PoetrySoup contest entry
Theme: Action Adventure
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Pioneer Christmas

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 Christmas sung proudly,
Pioneer Christmas  choir, singing "Silent Night".

Candles of red in the Christmas wreath to celebrate Advent.
Santa in his suite of red wishing everyone a Merry Christmas

Memories of a beautiful Pioneer Village wedding,
Where the groom looked very handsome and the bride beautiful.

I like the pioneer Christmas days,
Days with relatives and friends.

Husband and wife walking arm in arm in their pioneer costumes,
Carolers singing the traditional Christmas songs.

Pioneer Christmas  surrounded by friends,
Blessed by our God , delightful and fulfilling.

Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz

Photograph of a Pioneer Woman

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.

Pioneer Eating Party

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 are all crazy as wolves
biting the falling snow.
Of course, Jeramiah had to go,
it was agreed by all,
except Jeramiah,
but no one liked him anyway.

Unsung Pioneer

Glistening snow-like wisps are lining
The old woman’s aging face,
A face with road map trails to tell the tale
Of a lady who stands with grace.

A woman of love and courage in life,
She crossed the prairie with her man,
Choices did not avail her – she must
Do whatever he planned.

Babies came and a few became angels,
While her calico threadbare became,
Finally arriving at a prairie clearing
That will bear her husband’s name.

He would build a church; she would sing His praise,
A little town would grow around,
He took the bows, she was glad he did,
Her part was to make love abound.

Her fingers now are gnarled and cannot
Sew and cook and clean,
Still she stands tall with eyes peering far,
Symbol of pride and esteem.

Whispers On the Wind

They whisper questions
On the wind
Amongst themselves
Wondering why
Why I was there
I question myself
As to why
They are here
In the middle
Of nowhere
They continue
To question
Their leader
Guide
The eldest
But she is at a loss
As am I
I sleep a
Restless night
As road trains
Rumble by
Wake to a clear
Blue sky
Then I see
The plaque
Remembrance
Pioneers
To those
That have passed
The infants
The youth
The young
That whisper
On the wind
But why
Why are they still here
Whispering on the wind

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