Short Denver Poems
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Alone on my journey unsung; every trace of day was gone.
One Liners Seven, Silent One
Leaving On a Jet Plane, John Denver
Dec 13, 2015
Route 66ish No 18
In Denver a waitress supreme,
Always proffered her scones dipped in cream,
She would wriggle her hips,
So she got lots of tips,
While the menfolk all let off some steam!!
It's summer now.
I see you
on a beach.
You're smiling.
And I think I'm lucky
to have you,
here...
While in Denver I'm dead
cold,
and you're gone forever.
JOHN DENVER
Country boy
Flying
Bye.
For Brian Strand's Caricare contest
DENVER SKIES UNSURPASSED
countryfied with Thompson Square
gueetar and bobbing heads
beach balls floating
not upbeat
enough for me
8/9/2019
*My favorite John Denver song is Wild Montana Skies
Met a beautiful Golden Retriever
on its walk around
crown hill park.
Such a sweet precious dog,
her master said she
loves everyone,
so right he was,
such wet kisses
she gave away.
wrote 11-17-08
at crown hill park
Denver co.
The reindeer vacationed in Denver
For three weeks well into December
No magic dust needed
To fly – they were “weeded”
But flight plans they couldn’t remember
*Written November 17, 2014. (Colorado legalized marijuana)
Enticing a fox
stored in the hen house
guarded by rooster
one with double yolks
sold to a grocery
over easy
chickens run free
duck eggs are orange
Denver omelet
pie crust brushed
fried and fluffed
toad in hole
scrambled
boiled
egg
You liked my bell bottom jeans,
said they made me look like John Denver.
I grinned, but then the little car
took a bend too fast,
I had to fight the wheel
to stay on the road.
Later when Denver flew his plane
into sudden death
I threw the dumb pants away.
I've been traveling
on the go
to where
no one knows
all the while
i'm alone
when did goodbye
become a song
here's something for you
and here's something
for you as well
all these passings
i do not know
i've been traveling
on the go
all the while
you're alone
goodbye
became a song
Walking by the lake
this morning my eyes
spotted an old friend
a robin perched in a tree,
making music, as only he can do.
Never seen a robin in
November, guess he liked
it here so much, he just thought
he would stick around
for a while.
wrote 11-17-08
at crown hill park
Denver Co.
Elton John, Billy Joel
Simon and Garfunkel
Dan Fogelburg, Jim Croce
Streisand, the Hollies
John Denver, Phil Collins
Don McClean
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
These artists created a
brand of music that - no way
has ever been eclipsed
Its mix in me will always stay
work in progress
Footle of Country Bands
S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys
Stetson
John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler
Footle Of Rock Bands
Guitar strings/stockings
steely
nylons
Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour
Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms
Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade
Met him out in Denver
he sure could stroke that brush
to view his creativity
was an exhilarating rush
With expressions from his heart
to a canvas he brings life
faces captured in a moment
reaching out and so alive
Someday the stars will shine on him
his works will be renown
as the world recognizes
the paintings of Jason Brown
Form:
Expiring yesterday
I'm dead and running late
laid over in Denver
heaven will have to wait
I packed for eternity
now through a cloud I'm notified
all my baggage has been lost
so much for the golden chariot ride
looks like somethings never change
in death just as in life
I'm laid over in Denver
waiting for the next heavenly flight
Form:
How Do I get My Dog Out Of My Mailbox?
My Husband Keeps Trying to Kiss Me.
What Do I Do About This?
The Rain Just Won’t Stop.
Begging For Help In the Carolinas.
My Wife Left to Buy More Compost Bags.
She’s been gone for 37 hours.
Do I Call the Police?
Someone Burned All My Clothes?
Help Me I’m Freezing.
Somewhere In Denver.
Saw a stranger sitting
by the lake, nice little
pole riding the waves
from the lake, so fine.
He quickly pulls
in his catch, a
big one, I ask
"What did you catch"?
"Oh, just a bass".
He seemed unmoved
by his grand catch,
like he was disappointed,
I would have been
thrilled by it all.
wrote 11-17-08
at crown hill park
Denver Co.
Train coming down
my way, hearing
its whistle gives
my heart a thrill.
Such a long load
this train is pulling,
going to places
far away and beyond.
Thinking of better days
when trains ruled travel,
bringing this grand country
together for us all to see.
wrote 1-21-09
saw this train at Jim Baker Reservoir in Denver Co
I filmed it then wrote this poem this morning.
Motivated by growth,
So it's hard to lose.
Nothing frivolous on the mind.
Nothing to prove.
The best part about this mode,
You get to choose.
Constantly on a quest,
of expanding your views.
Like the news.
Just
A different agenda.
Becoming a real human,
And not a pretender.
I remember.
When,
I was a member.
Of a superficial life
That left me cold as Denver
In the winter.
~
i dreamt of a background
my thoughts could erase,
when laughter and teardrops
fell lost in this place,
and teacups from Denver
held soft drinks instead,
while words that you shouted
still ring in my head,
will anyone notice
that truth is a pawn,
to whisper a farewell
the day I am gone,
for promises shattered
are all they can be,
when every sorrow
is best friends with me
~
She was a Terrier
so sweet was she
always chasing cats,
until one day finally
caught up with one.
From then on she
would stop before
she got to it and
just bark at them.
Tina many years since
we left you, do
miss you little girl,
never will you be forgotten.
wrote 5-29-07 in memory of a dog we had from October 1972 until June of 1977, we had to give her away when we moved from Des Moines Iowa to Denver.
THE SOUND
(Lakeside Park – Denver - 1947)
number 5 pulls up
they pour out the trolley doors
entry all ablaze
that distant sound excitement!
eyes closed big smile what heaven!
i’m remembering
harry james in the ballroom
his flashing trumpet
the flight of the bumblebee
how the white coaster frame shook
dissonance
blaring semis
oil smoke
where once stood
that gay old carousel
Dave Austin
Family of four
swimming on the
pond on this fair
day so breezy.
Going to and fro,
little ones falling
behind and then,
little legs moving
so rapidly to catch up.
Birds so many
sweet sounds they
make so well,
Redwinged Blackbird
wondering what I'm doing.
Into the marshes
went family of four
such a comfort to be here,
but must move on until
another beautiful day.
wrote 5-31-07 at Lowell Ponds State Wild Life Area Denver Co.
Unparalleled, his heady play
court vision like a night-hawk
in the blaze of day
Unassuming shrugs, ‘no big deal’
as he scours the court for his next
basket or steal
Epitome of unselfish, personification of team
every basketball coach’s ultimate dream
But Nikola Jokic’s Denver Nuggets this season were beaten
Our disappointment next year may Jokic’s team sweeten
Red winged blackbirds at
Lowell Ponds, from the
marshes they come to
fly into the air so free.
Everywhere the eye can see
you will find them here at
home. So colorful these
beautiful feathered creatures.
So touching to the ear
of beautiful sounds they bring,
so watchful of me as they
follow me from tree to tree.
Come to Lowell Ponds and
see for yourself and let
them sing their songs for you.
wrote 6-18-07 at Lowell Ponds, Denver Co.