Pioneer Poems - Poems about Pioneer

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

If You Want Equality Read About Pioneer Women

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crimsons Are Not For Me

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 -

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! 

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

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

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